Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

"The Church of the Mother God will not reject anyone, why don't you go through the front door?"

Bishop Utravsky spoke in a low voice, but he was still sitting on the seat in the front row and did not get up.

Because I just want to step on a point first.

Klein stepped out of the shadows without any embarrassment.

"I'm here for the pharmacist's potion formula. I heard that you have a commission."

"I don't think you can."

Bishop Utravsky stood up, looking like a towering pillar from Klein's altitude.

If you don't explain the specific content clearly, who knows if it will work.

"My commission is... to kill me."

Then you have to pay the full amount first, or if you die, I will ask someone for the potion formula.

Although I may not be able to do it, I can shout out, magic lamp, please give me strength, and then let the magic lamp cut you in two.

Klein was silent.

"Kill... the old me."

Bishop Utravsky looked down at Klein, and said slowly in a low voice that implied depression, heaviness, and pain.

"Even in myths and legends, no one can go back to the past."

Maybe with Doraemon and its time machine.

Bishop Utravsky, who had a split personality, described his illness in detail, and asked Mr. Klein, an unlicensed surgeon, to cut off the lesion directly through surgery, although Klein felt that Mr. Bishop should ask the psychologist Doctors perform treatment.

After learning about the auxiliary magical items and the ability of the bishop, Klein carefully compared the strength of the enemy and himself, and then confirmed it through divination, and decided to give it a try.

The strange candle with black stamen and white flame was burning quietly, and the prayer hall of Harvest Church was quiet. In front of the first row of seats, two figures stood facing each other silently.

In the battlefield of dreams, Klein was fighting fiercely with Bishop Utravsky's personality representing the sinful past.

This is the first time for Wang Zichuan to step into the Church of the Righteous God. Although it is like a small church in a small border town, it still vaguely feels a little exciting and novel.

He floated right in front of the Holy Emblem of Life, and said:

"Mother Earth, Lilith."

Suddenly, he felt a vibrant light emanating from the holy emblem of life in front of him, and he felt an invisible gaze.

"No offense intended, just came to say hello."

"Soon, I may go to Feneport and look for the missing item."

"Don't worry, I'm following the Blessed One of the Night."

The church returned to darkness and silence, only rows of flickering candlelight.

Klein threw the matchbox at Bishop Utravsky's unprotected lower body, as if preparing for a car crash and death explosion, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

"Snapped!"

An air bullet lifted Utravsky's head, he turned his head with difficulty, and said blankly:

"you……"

It's really shameless, it's another way, it's fraudulent, it's quite cunning, the heart of a fortuneteller is really dark.

Wearing the thickest armor and receiving the worst beatings, soldiers are basically naive.

While watching the game, Wang Zichuan commented, and he was short of melon seeds mineral water on the bench.

The raging flames burned, and the dream world shattered in a crimson red.

Bishop Utravsky sat hunched over in his chair, tears of joy dripped down and shattered on the ground.

"According to the agreement, I will give you the pharmacist's formula, and there is also a magical item."

After receiving a simple and simple brass-colored key, Klein couldn't help complaining in his heart. This key is in color with Mr. Azik's copper whistle and magic lamp. Is it true that magical items must be made of brass-colored color? Upscale?

Utravsky said with a gentle smile:

"People who carry it will occasionally get lost."

get lost? Are you kidding me, I am a fortune teller!

That's great, I can perfectly avoid this negative effect.

Klein put the key in his pocket and was about to go home. He paused for a moment, then took the key out of the pocket with the magic lamp, put it in the other pocket, and put it with Azik's copper whistle.

What if the magic lamp sees this thing is good and swallows it.

Relying on the branch divination to get home, Klein immediately went above the gray fog to divination the authenticity of the potion formula and the negative effects of the master key.

It's not a big problem, Klein thought in a good mood.

Putting some odds and ends in his pocket on the coffee table in the living room, a familiar voice suddenly sounded.

"You went to find the potion formula of the pharmacist path."

"Well, it went well, and I got a master key."

"Let me think about it, pharmacist, I have this potion formula."

Klein is stuck in Bengbu, then...then why am I still selling potion ingredients at a discount, and trying to beat a Sequence Six?

Don't think so, I saved money, it's expensive, and besides, I got a magical item.

"The side effect of that key is not simply getting lost, it will bring the owner into a dangerous situation."

If you don't speak, we can still be friends, Klein cursed inwardly.

"Extraordinary people on the apprenticeship path are easy to get lost, whether in reality or on the journey of life."

"Maybe it's because of the influence of Mr. Men who was trapped in the depths of the storm and lost in the darkness."

"Maybe one day, you can give him a hand."

I can't even think about it!

Mr. Men needs two righteous gods to seal it, and the idea of ​​pulling him is as sacrilegious as King Zhou writing poems to Empress Nuwa.

Sunday, Cragg Club.

Eat, practice guns, read newspapers.

Klein oh Klein, how can you be so depraved! Have you forgotten the money-making plan you made earlier?

Can't go on like this!

In the evening, Klein went home after dinner as usual.

Cragg Club, Monday.

Eat, practice guns, read newspapers.

In the afternoon, Tarot Club.

Miss Fors, who participated in such a high-level gathering for the first time, suffered from the chasing of the full moon, and desperately wanted to improve her life level.

She pretended to often attend such mysterious gatherings, and calmly asked for the potion formulas of "Pharmacist" and "Master of Magic".

Pharmacist! I have got! I have got!

Mr. World responded impatiently to the demand, for fear that someone would snatch the business.

As for the master of tricks, I'll ask the magic lamp later to see how well it knows Mr. Men, and it's likely to know.

Moreover, Klein seriously thought about the possibility of Mr. Divination, just like divining the divine blood of Eternal Blazing Sun, which can obtain a lot of knowledge!

But thinking about the description of the magic lamp, he was a little afraid. After all, the pollution of the evil god contained unknown dangers.

While listening to Little Sun telling a story, he mentioned the ancient god Demon Wolf Freguera.

Destroy the demon wolf? Dark Night Demon Wolf?

It's a pity that Little Sun doesn't know much, so let's ask the magic lamp later.

After the party ended, Klein didn't return to reality immediately. He wanted to divination the source of the master key to see if he could get more information.

"Ancestors, I am about to embark on the path of the extraordinary, and I will definitely be able to reproduce the glory of the Abraham family!"

boom!

The would-be apprentice exploded out of control.

Mr. Men's descendants are quite pitiful.

Klein sighed endlessly.