Mystery: The Lamp God's Path To Freedom Chapter 55

In the Brave Bar, Maric, who had just lost a card game to his corpse, sat in the bar and drank blankly after knocking down all the corpses.

Suddenly he felt a familiar person approaching him.

He looked up and saw that it was Miss Sharon in a dark black gothic court dress.

Maric also stood up, lowered his voice, and asked with concern:

"What did the seller say?"

Miss Sharon replied in an ethereal voice without a trace of emotional ups and downs:

"The asking price is very high, and with your savings, it's still a thousand pounds short."

Maric fell silent, and after a while, he said:

"Before, there was a person who came to Caspers and wanted to hire a bodyguard. I originally wanted to take on this task, but I didn't expect that the person he offended was actually a big man with a country as the backing."

Speaking of which, Maric couldn't help sneering.

"Did you ask about the price?"

Maric was stunned for a moment and asked hesitantly:

"Do you want to take over this mission? This kind of thing will definitely be more troublesome in the follow-up, and may expose our whereabouts."

"Just when you said this, I suddenly had a vague hunch that this person might help us in key matters in the future."

"If he comes again, I will let Caspars inform him."

After the party, Klein took the magic lamp and returned to No. 15 Minsk Street.

He felt that what happened at the party today was the magic lamp warning him to take it with him when he went out. Although he did not understand the hobby of the magic lamp at all, he had already started to think about how to design the underarm light bag.

Of course, he still has more important things to do. He is going to study the newly bought black ears that can hear the voice of the great existence above the gray fog.

Sitting at the head of the long bronze table, he wrote down a divination statement, holding his black ears, and was about to start divination when he suddenly recalled his miserable state after the last divination.

He hesitated for a while, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

It's faster not to die.

After making a big death with a strength between the divination eternal sun and the mysterious lamp, Klein obtained an iron-black charm and named it "Foul Words".

After doing all this, Klein lay directly on the bed, ready to rest early because, tonight, he has other plans.

At around three in the morning, Klein got up from the bed. He made a simple divination, and after confirming that no one was monitoring and following him, he carefully walked out of No. 15 Minsk Street. In the dim street lights, he turned into a dark place. Lane, where there is an entrance to the sewer.

He planned to catch some mice and use the method of attacking mice to test the law of occult science and physics to use magic lamps to hit the enemy.

Touching the darkness and entering the sewer, there were still a lot of rats in it. With Klein's agility attribute, he could easily catch quite a few.

Bringing these squeaking live mice back to his residence, he couldn't help feeling a little sorry for the Summer family.

He specially vacated a utility room and opened the pocket containing the mice. The mice who regained their freedom immediately ran around the room.

Klein took out the magic lamp and started the test.

For the first time, Klein aimed at the fleeing mouse and threw it at the target without too much force. He was afraid of smashing the mouse to death. Under normal circumstances, the magic lamp should hit the target, but the magic lamp avoided it.

He picked up the magic lamp again, immobilized a mouse, and smashed the magic lamp at the target that could not escape for the second time, and the magic lamp avoided it again.

For the third time, he threw the magic lamp casually, deliberately not aiming at the target. He predicted that the magic lamp's landing spot did not include any target. This time, the magic lamp did not change its whereabouts and did not hit any mice.

Klein looked puzzled. Could it be used only to smash people?

Just when he wanted to pick up the magic lamp to continue the test, the magic lamp suddenly flew up and came straight towards Klein. Klein immediately dodged with the clown's intuition, but the magic lamp was still facing Klein as if he had eyes. body hit.

Although Klein was very flexible, the magic lamp caught up with him easily, knocked him to the ground, and the closed door of the room was suddenly opened. The mice seemed to be stimulated and ran out of the door. Jumping up and down in the living room.

As a result, the teapots, cups, dishes, etc. in the living room fell to the ground one after another, making a heartbreaking sound.

Klein clutched his aching chest and got up. Looking at the debris all over the ground, his heart ached even more.

Klein looked at the magic lamp standing firmly on the coffee table, and asked tentatively:

"Do you have a certain wisdom to communicate?"

Klein's round belly pen on the coffee table suddenly moved by himself, and wrote on the white paper:

"Don't force me to do it!"

Klein paused and began to reflect on whether he was going too far.

However, if you don't tell me how to use you, I can't help it.

"Why do you keep following me?" Klein thought for a while and asked the question he wanted to know the most.

The round belly pen is not as eager to write as before, hesitantly wrote:

"One day, you can help me out of this predicament."

"I'm afraid that you will die prematurely, so I came to watch you."

Klein laughed dumbly, and muttered in his heart, which sealed artifact of the magic stick pathway is this?

Anyway, if I can get its help, even if I can't hire a bodyguard, I can still protect myself to some extent.

"If I want you to help me in battle, what do I need to pay?"

This time, the pen did not stop, and wrote smoothly:

"There are two ways, one is to help you fight, you pay the equivalent money as a reward, the other is to rub the surface of the lamp and say your wish, the price..."

The pen stopped, and Klein stared curiously at the pen and white paper, waiting for the following.

"There is no cost, as long as you dare to do it."

No, I dare not, Klein muttered in his heart.

The pen fell on the paper with a click.

I haven't asked you how to charge, why did you go offline?

Klein had no choice but to give up the question, but his attention was immediately attracted by the more rampant mice and broken china.

After finally dealing with the trouble he caused, Klein lay back on the bed, his heart was unexpectedly peaceful. For some reason, his intuition that the magic lamp did not lie, which gave him more confidence in his personal safety~www .mtlnovel.com~ On the morning of the next day, Klein, who could finally stay at home and wait for the entrusted mission to come to his door, received another typical entrustment of a private detective after looking for a cat, to catch an adulterer.

Klein, who had been open for two days, went to the Brave Bar again at dinner time on Wednesday.

As soon as he entered the bar, Caspars with a lame leg leaned over and said in a low voice:

"Maric is looking for you."

Walking into the card room with Maric, Maric asked straight to the point:

"Is your entrustment still valid?"

After returning from the Brave Bar, Klein didn't go to rest immediately. He sat on the sofa alone, took out the magic lamp from his pocket, and put it on the coffee table.

The proposal for the underarm light bag was ruthlessly rejected by the lamp, and he said that if he dared to practice some fantastic ideas, he would blow his head.

So Klein found Mrs. Somer's maid and asked him to help remodel the trench coat pocket.

Klein relaxed, leaned on the sofa with empty eyes, and muttered to himself:

"I don't know if Maric's friend who is willing to take on the role of bodyguard is unreliable."

At this moment, he suddenly heard a man's voice.

"That lady is very beautiful and has a unique charm."

who?

Immediately, Klein turned his attention to the magic lamp on the coffee table.

Klein asked in surprise:

"You can talk?"

"Hmph, you can talk better than you." Medici couldn't even tell me.

"Then why did you write before?"

"Because... I saw a fortune teller and wanted to beat one up."

For a moment, Klein thought that the magic lamp contained the resurrected Emperor Roselle.

Chapter end