Mystery: Paradox Path

Lanvus, the name made Klein's vest cool.

It is not surprising that Klein can squeeze the divine blood out of Lanlvus, because Mr. Demon said before that Lanlvus carries the divinity of the true creator, and is about to become the container of the real creator.

What really made him feel the chills behind his back was that this tube of divine blood was traded to him by Mr. Devil!

Since Mr. Devil can get this tube of divine blood, it means that he knows where Lanerwus is, but there is still no news of Lanerwus being arrested.

what does that mean?

Is it that he can't say it, or doesn't want to say it?

In Klein's mind, although Mr. Demon has many means and is suspected of possessing high-rank magical items, his real rank is still between Sequence Nine and Sequence Eight. Facing Lanvus, who is possessed by the real creator, he obviously does not There is no ability to fight against it.

However, he did not try to report or notify the Fool. Does this mean that Mr. Devil has been contaminated by the true creator?

But why would he sell the blood of his true creator if it was tainted? Is it impossible for a fanatic to do such a blasphemous act?

The more Klein thought about it, the more confused he became, but at this moment, he suddenly saw that the crimson star belonging to Mr. Demon began to expand and contract again.

"Mr. Devil's dinner is a bit early today..."

Klein spread his spirituality and touched the stars with a suspicious look. Klein saw the somewhat vague appearance of Snow again. He sat at the dining table, folded his hands against his chin, and recited softly:

"Thank you, Fool, for giving me dinner."

"It doesn't seem to be polluted?" Looking down at Mr. Demon, Klein turned on his spiritual vision and observed his state with the help of the high-ranking figure of Sesame Castle, but except for a cloud-like white horse cruising above his head, there was no any abnormality.

Seeing that the stripped tentacles on the ground had gradually begun to disappear, Klein paused his complicated thoughts and began to extract the power from the degraded divine blood according to the knowledge he had obtained by looking directly at the true Creator (Little), mixing his The distortion and pollution emitted by the gray fog mixed into special charms.

Although it is only a degraded version of divine blood, it still contains a small amount of divinity inside. When Klein drained the divine energy, he already had three pieces of material in his hand that looked like black iron, exuding distortion and malice. Strange spell.

"One tube of blood actually made three spells, this transaction can make a lot of money... Wait!"

Playing with new spells,

Klein, who was about to do a divination, was suddenly stunned. He sat back on the top of the long bronze table and tapped his swollen temple with his fingers. He began to recall the previous conversation with Mr. Demon. Suddenly, he opened the door. Eyes and a worried look on his face——

"'With the power of that lord', 'As long as your enemy is not the Aurora Society', 'It's inconvenient to ask that lord for help', 'Even if you use it, it won't attract official Beyonders'..."

Chewing carefully what Mr. Devil once said, Klein tasted a new taste again. He frowned and murmured:

"The reason why he sold me the blood of the real creator, which is more valuable, is probably to give me a hint! It hints that he has some 'contact' with the real creator!"

Thinking of this, Klein immediately wanted to give Mr. Demon an "oracle", but then he stopped again.

"Mr. Demon can still pray to himself, which shows that he is not being watched, but he has not spoken through prayers. This is probably some kind of contract or notarization. Even the real creator noticed. That's why she hinted the 'fool's favor' in such a subtle way, and wanted to use this to attract the attention of the fool."

Klein thought of this and wanted to pull the demon into the gray fog, but the slightly raised eyebrows made him realize that he seemed to have been in the gray fog for a little longer today.

Although it is not impossible to hold on, Klein himself does not want to stay in this gray fog for too long. He glanced at Mr. Demon who was enjoying a big meal again, and muttered to himself:

"It's not certain whether Mr. Demon really did not 'mutate'. It is less than an hour before Sherlock left his home. The Fool is obviously a little too quick to start now. Mr. Demon should not be in danger for the time being. Tomorrow , I'll try it at the Tarot meeting tomorrow, there's a gray fog blocking it, if he's okay, he should say it!"

...

The bright moon has not yet risen into the sky, but the bad weather in Backlund made the sky darken in advance. In a residence in Hillston District, Fors was gulping down a sumptuous amount of food.

Delicate desserts, roast meats with rich gravy, and creamy soups with an enchanting aroma are on the table.

But Xio, who was sitting across from her, seemed to have no appetite at all. She just looked at Fors with worried eyes. If it were normal, she would definitely advise Fors to chew slowly, but today, she said something. Do not export.

"Don't look like I have the last meal left, okay?"

Fors took a bite of the juicy steak and said with a carefree look:

"I'm just praying like a less dangerous being. Didn't you recite his honorable name before? No big deal!"

"..." Xio didn't speak. She really wanted to help Fors explore the way first, but Fors was right. No matter whether her prayer was successful or not, Fors would still be affected by the full moon's babble. Road, did not help the results.

Xio hated this feeling of powerlessness, but there was no way to do it. At this moment, her desire for promotion was unparalleled.

She suddenly made up her mind, she seemed to choose to accept the invitation of the masked man.

"Hey, why do you look like 'a friend died and decided to join the army to avenge her'? I'm not from a sad novel..."

Halfway through Forsi's words, the knife and fork in her hand suddenly fell on the plate, making two harsh, crisp sounds. Immediately, her expression became hideous, and blue veins began to appear on the back of her smooth hand. Emergence, although there is no pain, but the cold sweat dripping from the forehead, anyone can feel her pain.

"Fors! Fors!" Seeing Fors' expression, Xio immediately realized something, but when she looked out the window, she could only see the lights of the street lamps faintly peeking out from the hazy fog. dim.

"Hss..." Hearing the layered whispers in his ears, there was already only pain in the originally lazy and playful eyes. Forsi rolled off the chair and let out a low scream.

In fact, based on past experience, the current pain has not reached the threshold of Forsi's tolerance, but after human beings have to rely on, their hearts will inevitably become fragile. After the option of The Fool, Forsi relies on himself The firmness of the resistance also naturally weakened a bit.

"The great god of steam, and machinery..." Forsi, who had the last sanity, tried to pray to the gods she believed in, but just like the countless prayers before, she did not get the slightest response, not only that, that The pain, which was stacked up to the brain, became more and more intense.

"Fors, don't hold on! Pray!"

Seeing Forsi's pained appearance, Xio couldn't help but say loudly, and Forsi finally couldn't bear it anymore, struggling to recite that honorable name in an intermittent voice—

"It doesn't belong to this era, the fool..."