Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

The pattering raindrops hung densely between the sky and the earth. Through the not-so-clean glass windows of the stagecoach, Klein could only see the blurred outlines and shadows of shops and houses beside the road.

His attention was not on the scenery outside the car, he was thinking about meeting Detective Essinger for a while, how to ask him to help him sell the shares of the bicycle company.

Isengard Stanton is the person in charge sent to Backlund by the Church of the God of Knowledge and Wisdom. He must know what kind of incident Sherlock was involved in. I don't know if he still regards Sherlock as a friend now, or if he is under certain monitoring by the military because of his close personal relationship with Sherlock.

While in a trance, phantom layers of pleading voices suddenly sounded in Klein's ears. Klein discerned carefully and felt that it was a female voice, with a very anxious tone.

So urgent, who is in danger?

But I am in a public carriage, and this is not a place where I can go four steps backwards to go above the gray mist. If I did this, the people in the car would probably think I was insane.

Klein reached into his pocket and touched an iron cigarette case. He skillfully lifted the spiritual wall above it, and inside was a brand new gold coin with a smooth and shiny surface.

The horse pulling the cart suddenly neighed and stopped running, showing restlessness.

The coachman cursed, raised his whip and slapped the horse's butt hard, making a crisp "snap".

Klein couldn't help hissing, as if he felt the same way.

The horses became more restless, and even tended to go crazy. The coachman jumped out of the carriage to appease the horses, but it seemed to have little effect.

The conductor had no choice but to drive all the passengers off the carriage, while appeasing the passengers who agreed to wait for the next public carriage, while refunding the money to the passengers who did not want to wait.

Klein didn't wait for the refund, and immediately walked into a roadside coffee shop, quickly ordered a cup of coffee, and politely asked the messenger to show him the way to the bathroom.

Above the gray fog, Klein saw the shrinking and expanding crimson stars, which corresponded to Miss Justice.

Klein spread his spirituality and saw a blurry picture.

Miss Justice is in an environment that is extremely inconsistent with her identity. Her body is dark and narrow, and she is sitting in a corner with her hands tied behind her back. She lowered her head and quickly repeated Mister Fool's honorable name in a very low voice.

Klein immediately touched the crimson star and pulled Miss Justice, who was obviously asking for help, above the gray mist.

A towering and majestic palace suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and Audrey found herself sitting on a familiar high-backed chair, looking at the mottled bronze long table and the blurry figure above, Audrey almost couldn't help crying, her heart The panic disappeared in an instant, filled with a solid sense of security.

"What happened?" The voice was as gentle and dignified as ever.

Audrey quickly described what happened to her.

Today, the "Antiquities Collection and Preservation Foundation" donated by her received a batch of new antiquities, and Associate Professor Michelle invited her to visit.

In the afternoon, she took Susie, her personal maid Annie and bodyguards to visit. Although she didn't find any antiquities with extraordinary factors, Audrey was still in a good mood.

It started to rain in the evening, and the luxury carriage of Earl Hall's family suddenly skidded at a street corner and almost fell over. The personal maid got out of the car to check the situation.

At this moment, a strange man suddenly appeared on the carriage. He was wearing a black robe with a hood, hiding his face and figure in the shadows. He held a phantom book in his right hand, and the book was flying fast. Flipping, accompanied by the ethereal whisper of "I came, I saw, I recorded", before Audrey had time to use her extraordinary ability, she only felt the invisible waves dissipate, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, and the peace and silence were swallowed up. Own.

She vaguely felt that she was grabbed by this man, stepped into an illusory door, woke up again, and was already in a strange house.

After all, she is a Sequence 7 Extraordinary. Audrey woke up much earlier than the enemy expected, but she didn't dare to use her Extraordinary ability to escape rashly, because she clearly felt that the enemy's Sequence was higher than her own, and it might even be Sequence 5. Not only is his Extraordinary Path not good at fighting head-on, he's even not good at running away.

She heard the man say: "The person has been caught. If I need to send it over, the reward will be doubled. This lady is indeed a stunning beauty. If she can withstand the power of the potion, maybe you can really win."

Audrey didn't hear a reply, she speculated that the man might have used a Beyonder item capable of long-distance communication.

Then, she heard the man order his subordinates, not the servants, to tie him up and put him in a dark room for strict surveillance.

When she finally seized the gap where no one was watching her, she immediately prayed to Mister Fool for help.

Klein's mind turned quickly, thinking about how to help Miss Justice get out of trouble.

From Miss Justice's narration, it can be known that the person who kidnapped her was at least a Sequence 5 traveler. Even if I lent the death knell and creeping hunger to Miss Justice, there was no guarantee that she would be able to sneak attack successfully.

If you help her inform Earl Hall or the police department, it will definitely take a long time for them to find the location of Miss Justice. He had observed the location of Miss Justice just now through the real vision of the prayer spot, he could only judge that it was probably a suburb, and he was not even sure if he was still in Backlund, and this traveler who could teleport could talk about it at any time. Delivery to your door with proper payment.

He could also find the traveler through the light of prayer, and drop lightning out of thin air. Even if he couldn't kill him, he could still expose his location and attract the attention of the official forces. But that's still the problem, if the first hit doesn't seriously injure or kill the traveler, he can lead people to escape at any time and find enough helpers. This will also expose Miss Justice's special features and put her in a more dangerous situation.

As his thoughts flashed, Klein had an idea. He tapped on the table lightly and said with a smile, "Go back. You can ask my favored one about the reward in person."

Back to reality, he quickly took out the magic lamp he carried with him.

At Klein's strong request, the magical lamp itself was given the effect of distorting space, and Klein could carry it in his pocket at will, regardless of the size of the two.

The lamp god was quickly annoyed by the chanting voice, and found that Klein was sitting on the toilet, looking at him eagerly.

The lamp god made a disgusted "tss" sound, and said, "Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let your fart go quickly."

He looked around the simple and small single room, "tsk tsk" twice, and then said: "I'm not interested in watching you undress here."

Klein has been organizing his words just now, thinking about how to persuade the lamp god to save people. This is the fastest, most effective, and most worry-free solution he can think of.

"I... have a friend who is in danger now and may be irreparably hurt at any time. I think... please go and save her."

"Gehrman Sparrow has no friends."

The lamp god raised his eyebrows, and replied in a long and joking voice.

Klein was so embarrassed that he almost couldn't maintain his flattering smile, and he immediately said, "Klein Moretti has friends."

The Djinn immediately laughed out loud.

Then he asked, "How do you want me to save her?"

Klein hastily described Miss Justice's plight and his own analysis concisely, but he concealed the pretentious words he said above the gray mist about the "favored one".

"You let her recite my honorable name."