Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

When a person is pointed at the head with a revolver, his temper usually becomes better. When a hunter is pointed at the head with a revolver, his speech and conversation usually become civilized and friendly.

Anderson maintained a polite posture with half-raised hands, and explained his intentions.

"I'll ask for you."

Klein closed the door, walked into the bedroom, and called someone inside, "Are you there? Ask something."

"It's rude, you have to look like you're asking for help!"

The figure of the lamp god appeared clearly before his eyes.

"How can you be polite?"

Klein answered casually.

"You should say this, respected father of the lamp god, your favorite son, I have a question to ask you."

The lamp god was stuck on the table next to the bed and stood leaning against it, whether he was standing or sitting, whether he was sitting or not.

Klein rolled his eyes in his heart, and asked directly:

"How can the curse of doom on Anderson be removed?"

"That old man who owes money and doesn't pay it back can do it."

"Destiny Councilman Richjord?"

"Yes, it's also time to collect debts. That guy owes me Extraordinary Characteristics. I think he stole the Jagged Knight's potion and wanted to renege on his audacity."

Klein ignored the complaints of the lamp god, and returned to the door.

Seeing that Gehrman actually wanted to go back to the room to inquire on the spot, Anderson was very curious. Could it be that Gehrman still has a way to instant message with the boss? Then this is really the treatment of a son. He looked at the closed door, struggled a little in his heart, and stretched out his hand to push the door open a crack.

However, Anderson was still looking at the small room through the crack of the door, when he saw Gehrman walking out of the bedroom and striding towards the door, Anderson stood up straight with a guilty conscience.

"There is a demigod who is good at transshipment and lives on Oravi Island. He still owes me something."

Klein did not pursue Anderson's voyeurism, and directly informed the answer.

"Great!" Anderson clapped his hands excitedly, "Then what price do I have to pay?"

Klein pretended to be thinking, and after two seconds of silence, he said, "I need a magical item with powerful attack power. Do you have a clue?"

"You said this, of course I have."

Anderson replied happily, "There is such a magical item right now. It has the extraordinary ability of fatal attacks, and its negative effects are not strong. It can eat and sleep, but it is not very lucky, and it is easy to attract monsters and enemies..."

"Yes, I can solve the negative effect of him being able to eat and sleep, and I can also take it to find that demigod by myself. This is perfect, let's start now."

Klein raised his right hand towards Anderson, and at the same time took out a silver-white charm from his pocket with his left hand.

"Don't, don't shoot, I'm joking, haha."

Anderson raised his hand again, politely.

He showed a flattering smile, and gave a clue about an Extraordinary pistol.

"I kept 100 pounds, and the remaining 1,200 pounds will be given to you as another reward. After the bad luck is lifted, I will take you to the right owner to buy that revolver."

After Klein took the wad of money, he suddenly felt a little distressed. He thought that Anderson had paid for tonight's dinner, but looking at it now, it was his own money.

So he slammed the door in Anderson's face again and locked it.

Klein finally finished writing the letter to Mr. Ards, and then summoned the bones courier to send the letter.

He sat at the table, hesitating whether to ask Will the Mercury Snake now, or wait until he met Rachaud, and if he didn't pay back the money, he would sue his speaker. Finally, he went above the gray mist and took out the If you want a supernatural telegraph, ask Arrods first, there is no charge anyway.

Da da da!

It was the cheerful footsteps of Arrods.

As the illusory white paper was spit out, Arrods' greetings without a lower limit appeared on the paper.

Omitting all the politeness and pleasantries, Klein asked directly:

"Where can I get the potion formula for the Seer Pathway Sequence Four?"

The courteous greetings and funny expressions disappeared, and complex symbols emerged on the surface of the illusory white paper. These symbols blended and converged to form a phantom of a mirror in the middle that was very similar to Arrods himself.

The first is a huge wriggling fuzzy thing, and the following is a detailed description for the illustration: Zaratul, the servant of the mystery of Sequence 1, is suspected of losing control during the promotion, and is sexually cunning and suspicious. Note: The demigods of the Secret Order do not have potion formulas, and Zaratul only provides finished potions.

The content displayed in the mirror quickly turned a page. In a dilapidated palace, on the stone seat was a more blurred light cluster that seemed to have tentacles. Under the seat, there was a brightly colored but unclear pattern. The card, the description is: Antigonus, beyond Sequence 1, out of control, the main peak of the Hornages Mountains. Note: Can't see that card clearly, but it feels like it would be useful to you.

Klein couldn't help but curse in his heart, who did Arrods learn from, and why did he suddenly evolve into an illustrated book of magical creatures? Did the Church of Steam give it any strange books to read? Could it be that it was given to the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom?

Then Klein saw St. Samuel's Church and the notes of the Antigonus family.

In the end, Arrodes presented a golden oil lamp, and the text below was blackened and bolded one by one, which was quite powerful and penetrating through the back of the paper, revealing the author's strong emotions.

"The wishing magic lamp, sealed item number 005, has a treacherous and distorted personality, likes to make fun of others, is good at bewitching, and likes to seduce people to fall. It is lurking by your side, there must be a big conspiracy, and it has a high probability of knowing all the potions you need The recipe, it just doesn’t want to tell you, watching you worry about this matter, and taking pleasure in it!”

"Great master, it treats you so disrespectfully, why don't you throw it away?"

Klein had long felt that the Genie should know, but he didn't want to tell himself for some reason. However, he didn't feel resentful towards the Genie because of this. There must be a reason why the Genie didn't tell him that it was inconvenient for him to know. Believe that after you have tried all the methods, if you can't get what you want, the lamp god will definitely help.

In fact, Klein has always felt that the Genie's attitude towards him is very strange. Sometimes he will be sneering at him, and sometimes he will be warm and caring. Sometimes he knows everything, and sometimes he is secretive. The Mercury Snake and Miss Messenger's kindness that expects to be rewarded is a bit... a feeling of wishful thinking, giving without expecting anything in return, and such a high-ranking existence doesn't care about offending me at all. Is it just because I have a relationship with him? Fellowship? It's impossible to think about it.

But it’s meaningless to think about it. Now I want to know, if I change my image, do something, and secretly send the magic lamp to the Church of Evernight, can he help me steal the Antigonus family notes... But I I think he will hit me first.

"You don't have to worry about it."

Klein answered perfunctorily, but Arrods didn't show any dissatisfaction. It responded obediently: "Okay, master."