Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

7 Pinster Street.

"Old man, do you think this extraordinary person with ancient aura that appeared in the church is the mysterious person that His Excellency Sesima is chasing after?"

After a few seconds, a familiar old voice sounded in Leonard's mind: "How do I know?"

After a pause, the voice said again: "In my impression, there is no such high-sequence person who is friendly to the church and likes to play tricks on the Nighthawks. This does not conform to their identity."

Leonard showed a thoughtful expression, and the voice muttered indistinctly: "Only...he likes to play pranks, but he won't do such things."

"Then I... investigate?" Leonard immediately answered.

"Don't go deep...be careful."

Leonard made himself a cup of coffee with a strong aroma, then sat on the high-backed chair, skillfully placed his feet on the desk, took a sip of coffee, leaned back, and closed his eyes.

During this time, his team took turns to rest, and he was going to continue to pursue the clue of Detective Sherlock Moriarty.

...

Etiquette teacher Vahana Haysan sat in the carriage that her employer took her home with satisfaction.

Klein leaned back on the easy chair with his body hollowed out, and the valet was sent outside by him. He wanted to rest for a while without keeping his avatar.

"Why do you have to make yourself so tired? Why don't you just use the ability of the Faceless Man? Not only can you stay in the church all day long, but it also... saves money!"

Klein said slowly in an unlovable tone: "I want to take this opportunity to investigate the matter of Prince Edsaac. I always feel that someone else is cooperating with the witch. They are still cooperating with the Aurora Society. know what's being plotted."

"But after you steal the notes, if you don't keep your identity, you will lose a lot."

"Tsk tsk, don't you feel guilty about the Church of Evernight? You want to use donations to make up for it and seek peace of mind."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Klein did not change his paralyzed posture, but he still replied weakly in that tired voice: "There is a word, I don't know if you understand it, life is already so difficult, some things Just don't tear it apart."

After a while, Klein spoke again. He sighed and asked in a low voice, "Actually, you know the potion formula of the crafty mage, right? Why do you want to watch me try other dangerous methods?"

In Klein's prediction, the atmosphere would suddenly become oppressive, and the lamp god might be silent, and might give some not-so-pleasant answer, maybe he shouldn't ask this question, but probably because of mental exhaustion I can't help but want to complain to my friends.

But no, the lamp god immediately retorted: "Yes, I do know, the kind of knowledge that is guaranteed to become a god."

Klein couldn't help but rolled his eyelids.

"But I can't give it to you directly. You haven't experienced enough experience, and then you failed to compete for Origin Castle. Wouldn't it be that I lost all my money, and I don't know how long I will stay in this Lao Shizi seal."

"Then why haven't you worked hard to find a way to break the seal?" Klein replied with dissatisfaction.

"I'm working hard, am I trying to spur you to grow?"

Klein looked at the patterns decorated on the high ceiling and sat silently for a long time. He suddenly said loudly, "Richardson, get someone to prepare dinner."

...

"You came to see me. Is there any progress on your side?" The one who spoke was an unusually young and beautiful woman. She was wearing a white robe, her black hair was loose, and she had the innocence of a girl.

The man on the opposite side focused his eyes on the candlelight beside the woman, paused for a moment before saying: "There is no clue about Triss yet, but we think that since she is hiding in Backlund and refuses to leave, there must be her." The purpose, she may not be reconciled, and wants to investigate the matter of Prince Edsac, you can wait for her to come to the door."

"Hmph, could it be that she was forced to have feelings?"

The man didn't answer. The orange candle burned very quietly. The candle might be mixed with special spices. The thin warm fragrance seemed like a woman's soft fingers caressing the people in the room with the soft candlelight. .

The woman seemed to think for a while before she said: "If she shows up, let me know."

The man nodded slightly, and continued: "Last time you failed, and it cost us a lot."

"Panna Diya was careless." The woman's voice was filled with annoyance and resentment, and one couldn't help feeling sorry for her. "This time we are almost ready, when will the reward be paid?"

"We want to see satisfactory results first."

"Hmm... this matter has been delayed for too long." The voice was ethereal and ethereal, like a sigh or a whisper.

...

There wasn't much rain in Backlund in May, and the Air Pollution Investigation Committee had made some achievements.

Although the new employer still had a lot of lessons to learn, the housekeeper Walter still spared the morning time for the employer to do some personal things.

Through the open window, Klein saw the well-manicured gardens and lawns, as well as the sporadic flowers dotted among them.

After standing quietly for a while, Klein suddenly ordered Richardson to prepare the carriage.

Finding a random reason, leaving Richardson behind, Klein got into the carriage alone, and ordered the driver to drive to the East District.

Klein pretended to carefully observe the civilian area outside the car window, and told the driver to slow down.

The carriage slowly drove through one street after another, and then turned around the pier and factory area before Klein let the driver return to Berklund Street.

In the afternoon, before the philosophy class, Klein came to St. Samuel's Church again very dedicatedly. To find out the pattern of the inner watchman, he needs to come to the church many times at different times of the day to try his luck.

During the peaceful prayer, Klein suddenly felt a strong sense of being watched, without malice, but with a strong sense of presence.

Klein waited for a while before opening his eyes, pretending that the prayer was over. He looked sideways inadvertently, and the young man with dark hair and green eyes smiled and nodded at him, then closed his eyes, as if praying.

It looks like it.

Klein unconsciously bent his lower lip and despised his former colleague in his heart.

After meeting Leonard last time, he knew that the old man parasitic on him should be able to sense the aura of Origin Castle. It depends on whether this portable plug-in will tell Leonard. Now it seems that the parasite The choice reminded him, and Leonard really wanted to investigate.

I can't let Leonard do bad things, I have to scare that old angel grandpa and tell him to shut up.

Klein acted as usual, donated and fed the pigeons, and then left with Richardson in a carriage.

Leonard consciously observed this Extraordinary with an ancient aura in a very covert but exposed manner, and watched him leave. He was going to let go of detective Sherlock, who hadn't made much progress for the time being, and give priority to collecting information to investigate this one.

Klein took out a pen and paper to write a note, and was about to lift the spiritual wall on the gold coin and let Senior possess a pigeon to send a threatening letter to Leonard, when the voice of the lamp god suddenly rang in his ears.

"Wait a minute, let me catch up with Pales first."

"You...you won't hurt Leonard, right? It's the parasitized Nighthawk." Klein asked with some concern.

"Have you ever seen any other Sealed Artifacts with a conscience like mine?" The Djinn asked in a bad tone.

"That's not true...but I haven't actually seen a few magical items." Klein paused, and continued to warn: "You...don't make too much noise."

"I'm going to scare that old man!" The lamp god's tone was faintly excited.