Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

Is this a tactful expression of grievance to me and the magic lamp for leaving Backlund?

"Your loyal and humble servant Arrods is honored to follow in your footsteps once again, and is always waiting to serve you."

This, this is too flattering, the face changes so quickly, the lamp is not like this, it even tosses with Gehrman, this ticker is not good.

Danis was thinking wildly when he heard Gehrman's cold voice:

"Go and watch outside the door."

"Okay." He actually wanted to stay and see what questions this devil named Arrods would ask Gehrman.

Chances are you'll hear something eye-popping. For example, Gehrman doesn't like women, or even men, and he's a necrophile or fetish. For example, he doesn't like to talk because he is not human at all, he is an abyssal demon who has mixed into the crowd, and he hasn't learned how to speak normally like a human.

After Danitz closed the door, Klein cautiously asked the question he was most concerned about: Where is the mermaid?

Arrods answered all the information about the mermaid's settlement in detail. At the end, he typed:

"Great master, I must follow the rules and ask you a question in exchange."

"Do you want to know the reason for Nast's out-of-control death?"

Klein thought about it, and thought it was better not to know, but he was also curious, how did a Sequence Three who had lived for countless years lose control after meeting him?

Sensing Klein's hesitation, new words began to appear under the question of the phantom paper:

"Great master, I will not report to you what you are not suitable to know at this stage."

"it is good."

Klein replied calmly.

"The evil lamp god announced to Nast his previous title and power..."

The color of the handwriting changed abruptly before it finished displaying, and the bright red fluorescence reflected the stern-faced Gehrman in an eerie way.

A line of undecipherable gibberish appeared on the paper.

The color of the handwriting suddenly returned to silver and then suddenly turned red, just like the revolving lights outside the barber shop in the previous life, Klein's eyes would blind them.

The silver white struggled weakly for a few times, and the bright red garbled characters suddenly became neat. They twisted their bodies and put together a line of Chinese:

"Licking a dog will kill you."

Klein's eyes froze suddenly, but he pressed down on the abnormality in an instant.

This line of text flashed past, and the handwriting returned to silver and white:

"Great master, your innocent and weak servant, Arrodes, was attacked by evil forces and had to leave temporarily. Your servant is always waiting for the next opportunity to serve you."

The room was darkened again, and the telegraph stopped working.

"If I engrave the name Arrodes on the ticker, can I ask it anytime?"

Klein muttered something, but he got an answer immediately.

"No, it doesn't have the ability to respond worldwide."

"If you absolutely want a supernatural radio receiver, I can provide you with the real names of several gods. You can pick one you like and engrave it on it, or it can be all of them."

"Such as the goddess of the night, the lord of the storm, the mother of the earth, or the eternal blazing sun you often slander?"

"Then there is a high probability that I will die suddenly during the characterization."

Klein replied without changing his expression.

"How come, you can go to Origin Castle to do it."

"You might get a ticker that disappears into thin air and tells horror stories; a ticker that generates its own electricity without being plugged in; a ticker that grows mushrooms every day and spouts milk; a ticker that replaces a gas sconce, would Glowing ticker."

Klein hallucinated in his mind for a while, and then quickly extinguished these blasphemous thoughts.

Seeing Klein's changing eyes, the lamp god immediately sneered:

"The fortune tellers are really courageous, and they dare not do this."

Klein went to the door without any shame and called Danitz back, ordering him to continue monitoring.

The next day, Klein received instructions from Mr. Ards on how to capture a messenger.

According to Mr. Azik, he has as many messengers as a legion, all of them are domesticated, and he can donate one to Klein at any time.

Mr. Azik is so nice.

But Klein declined the proposal in his heart, and prepared to go to the spirit world to capture one by himself. But then he thought, if he wore the "Dark Emperor" suit and carried the Sea God's Scepter, would there be some strange people gathered again?

Then we can only choose the first option mentioned by Mr. Ards.

Thinking of this, Klein immediately found Danitz.

"Do you know of any other abandoned warehouses or houses?"

"More? After the previous one was blown up, I was almost involved. The few empty warehouses I know are all in the previous broken dock."

Danitz angrily rejected Gehrman's request.

"Xiangshu Avenue, No. 12 to 16."

Klein replied calmly.

"Absolutely not!"

Danitz roared angrily.

In the afternoon, the basement of No. 13 Xiangshu Avenue.

Danitz sat in his own living room in grief and indignation. He was driven out of the basement by Gehrman.

In the basement, Klein lit a candle, dripped essential oils, and solemnly placed the magic lamp where he could easily pick it up, which gave him a great sense of security.

Considering the uncertainty of this kind of summoning, he worried that if he summoned a malicious boss, he only needed to pick up the magic lamp...

After preparing everything, Klein thought about his needs.

Be sure to describe the requirements clearly, otherwise Party B may blow my head off.

The speed of information transmission is the most important. As long as it runs fast enough, the chance of being attacked and losing packets is very small, effectively ensuring the integrity of information.

"I call in my name:

"A spirit that wanders in the void, a friendly creature that can be driven, and a speeder beyond imagination."

A blurry figure rushed out, Klein felt a fan pass over his face, and then, the perpetrator fled.

Klein waited for a while, then sighed, and ended the summoning, but the dark green candle failed to return to its normal color.

How is this going?

Klein felt it again, confirming that he had ended the summoning.

The gloomy candle didn't flicker at all, and he didn't have any signs of danger.

So, he rearranged his thoughts and spoke again:

"I call in my name:

"A spirit that wanders in emptiness, a friendly creature that can be driven, and a weak being that is easily ignored."

The basement was soaked in green candlelight, and it was quiet, nothing happened.

Klein ended the summoning again, intending to adjust the demand and do it again.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice:

"I heard that you are summoning a courier. So, what do you need is this storm-attribute courier who has already circled the planet eight times, or this dreamer-attribute courier who has been around the room eight times without being found?"

In his left hand, he saw a petite translucent body with a triangular head and a streamlined body, and in his right hand he was holding a huge shining stick figure eye. Only a looming black line can be seen.

"Look, I caught them for you and backlit them, pick one."

The lamp god smiled happily.