Mystery: The Lamp God’s Path To Freedom

At lunchtime on Thursday, Klein received a warm reminder that the money had arrived.

This time, Klein hesitated a bit about spending a thousand pounds to hire a bodyguard. He was considering whether he could ask the magic lamp to solve the matter.

But after thinking about it, he didn't know exactly what the magic lamp was capable of and how many sequences it could play. Besides, it didn't say how to charge.

I really don't understand, a sealed artifact, what does it want money for?

Thinking of this, Klein approached the coffee table, sat on the sofa, facing the magic lamp, thinking carefully:

"You said that you can be hired to help in battle, so how do you charge?"

"Sequence 7 is 1,000 pounds, sequence 6 is 3,000 pounds, and sequence 5 is 6,000 pounds, based on the head."

This is much more expensive than hiring a bodyguard. Klein immediately wanted to give up, but he thought about it and asked again:

"The extent of your help is, help me escape, or help me kill the enemy?"

"Hey, you fortune-tellers know to run away."

"Half price if you don't die, full price if you die."

Asking Mr. A to assassinate Ambassador Intis will cost 10,000 pounds at a time, but Mr. A has to deal with the Sequence Six ambassador himself, as well as the assistants and other Beyonder bodyguards who may have Sequence Five. The fee is almost there.

But if it is done right, he only needs to deal with the ambassador himself. In this case, the magic lamp charge is too cheap. If I hire it to kill the ambassador and let Miss Justice give me the money directly, then I will make a net profit of 7,000 pounds. !

No, it was the first time that Mr. Fool officially released a mission, how could he temporarily regret it? Even if it was said that his favored person had cancelled the mission, it would be too cheap, not to mention that Miss Justice has already paid a deposit.

"If I ask you to help me kill Intis Ambassador Béclan Jean Mardan, how much will you charge?"

"Oh, if you can send me to him, 3,000 pounds, he's a corpse."

"Of course, you can rub the surface of the lamp and make a wish to me, asking the ambassador to return to the kingdom of faith immediately, free of charge."

No, I'm not going, and I don't want to make a wish.

Let’s honestly and practically hire the lady to protect me for 1,000 pounds.

"Then can I ask you to take action when I encounter a crisis that I cannot resist?"

After some bargaining, Klein satisfied Mrs. Mary to go to the Cragg Club to apply for membership.

Because the magic lamp promised him that there would be no charge if he didn't make a move. In this way, I will have an all-weather bodyguard, and I don't need money.

Just when he was in the lounge of the Cragg Club, Klein suddenly felt a burst of heart palpitations and had a premonition that danger was coming.

He excused his lunch break and went to the gray fog to do enhanced divination. Except for the dangerous results in the next few days, he didn't have any more specific information.

Klein took out the magic lamp from his pocket and looked at it, his nervousness faded a lot.

Holding the ring handle of the magic lamp, Klein said to himself:

"What's with the strange premonition before? I don't know if this danger will come in three days. I only have this thousand pounds."

Suddenly, Klein heard the sound of the magic lamp.

"That's because someone in a higher sequence with the same path as you is divination for you."

"People like you don't do divination before doing things, and you can't even decide which leg to take when you go out."

Klein didn't care about the ridicule of the magic lamp. The words of the magic lamp revealed such information, the assistant of the ambassador's fortune-teller pathway is likely to take action today.

He no longer hesitated, and immediately left the Cragg Club, rushed to the bank to take out the one hundred pounds he had left, and then hurried to the Brave Bar to ask Maric for immediate protection.

In the evening, Ian, the big boy who brought Klein so many troubles, came to the door again. He recounted everything he knew about the incident. Klein finally understood what kind of fight he was involved in.

After earnestly reviewing his mistakes, Klein sent Ian away, and his mood to completely resolve the matter became even more urgent.

He walked around the hall to confirm that the lady bodyguard was not frightened away. He whispered to the lady that he was also a Beyonder and had a certain ability to resist.

He was worried that he would cause too much trouble, and wanted to give Miss Bodyguard a little more confidence.

The living room was quiet, except for the occasional sound of newspapers flipping.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again.

Walking to the door, the clown's ability clearly reflected the scene outside the door.

Sheriff Fasin, wearing a black and white checkered uniform, stood in the background of the dim crimson moonlight blending with the dim light of the streetlights, and the backlight cast a shadow on his face.

What is he here to do?

Before opening the door, Klein did a divination again, and he couldn't help thinking of the lamp god's ridicule: if the fortune-tellers didn't divination, they wouldn't know which foot to take when they went out.

The door opened, and Sheriff Faxin took off his hat, opened his mouth, and moved his left foot to enter the door.

"The people above sent me to tell you..."

With a "thump", Sheriff Faxin fell to the ground head-on. He tripped over something unknown and lost his balance involuntarily.

what happened! How could I just fall over just because I got mixed up? This is impossible!

Sheriff Faxin lay on the ground in a bit of a daze and didn't get up for a while.

Klein was also startled, and almost threw the tarot card in his hand.

He hurriedly approached, ready to help Sheriff Faxin.

But Sheriff Faxin got up by himself and looked at the door, where a mop lay down like a corpse.

Following Sheriff Faxin's gaze, Klein saw the mop, and he embarrassedly made up a reason.

"I'm sorry, I was cleaning the room just now~www.wuxiax.com~ Did you not divination before entering the door? Klein couldn't help but have a thought.

Something is wrong here, should I give up and come back another day?

No, the looting of the manuscript has failed. If this little detective doesn't solve it, I can't explain it to Mr. Ambassador.

After Klein expressed his apology, he quickly let Sheriff Faxin, who had conveyed the meaning of his superiors, go to the sofa area in the living room.

Sheriff Faxin, who was sitting on the sofa, clasped his hands and continued:

"The people above give you three choices..."

"Whoa!"

The hanging rope of the ceiling light in the living room suddenly broke, and the glass chandelier suddenly hit Sheriff Faxin's head without a police cap.

Sheriff Faxin's words were suddenly interrupted. He raised his head and stared at Klein viciously.

The shattered glass cut his forehead and cheeks, blood gurgled out, and the wounds that were still stained with broken glass were squirming, squeezing out foreign objects, and slowly closing.

A few tarot cards were thrown out, and the opposite Sheriff Faxin flexibly avoided. Klein was about to jump out and distanced himself from Sheriff Faxin.

Suddenly, he felt a flower in front of him, and his body and mind seemed to be injected with lead water, which was extremely heavy.

He couldn't complete his jumping action, and stood there dumbfounded.

The opposite Sheriff Faxin smiled smugly, squirming his muscles and changing his face to another face, and said aloud:

"The other one doesn't need to be hidden anymore. Your existence is in my eyes, just like the sun in the daytime.

"You think those little tricks can scare me, as long as you give me time, this is one of the most difficult abilities to deal with below the high sequence."

"Introduce myself, my name is Rosago."

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