Lord of the Mysteries

Vol 5 Chapter 134: The idea of ​​playing (Monday ticket recommendation ticket)

After watching the butler Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the restaurant and looked around and found that the maid maids were much more spiritual than usual, and even had some feeling of incitement.

"Sure enough, the 'life cane' will affect humans, but it is relatively less exaggerated, in a more normal and acceptable category... According to this logic, the reproductive capacity of the servants must be improved. The only problem is that They don't have a spouse, they can't show it...

"Well... Mr. Housekeeper will go home today and will lead to multiple children after nine to ten months... his wife’s age is close to forty. It’s a bit dangerous to produce in this era, of course, as the other side of reproduction, The impact of 'Life Cane' will spread in the past, there should be no problem...

"Hey, I don't know if the potential impact will make it easier for children to be born. If Dawn. After the stay, the fertility rate in Berkrend Street will increase significantly, then my style will not be saved..." Klein’s thoughts spread out infinitely, and finally summed up two sentences in my heart:

"Life cane" is really evil!

In the future, I will only get the real world for a period of time every day, and try not to affect the surrounding humans!

After breakfast, Klein brought a close-up man, Enuni, and went to the first floor, ready to go for a walk.

At this point, two second-class maids are cleaning the hall.

"Good morning, sir." Seeing Dawn. Dontes came over. The two maids immediately got up and let the passage open, and by the way, say hello.

Of course, if they are in a corner, they will try not to make a sound, so as not to disturb the employer. This is the teaching from the butler Walter.

Klein gently decapitated, responded simply, and slowly approached the gate.

At this time, the two maids suddenly saw Nyuni's head with the roots of wheat, full of particles, and golden and attractive.

They still have to look carefully in the future. The close-fitting servant seems to have noticed an abnormality. He lifted his right hand and pulled off the wheat ear. It was quite hard.

The two maids looked at each other, a little surprised and a little funny.

When they wanted to come, this should be when Enuni went to Mr. Tang Taisi to go to the Meige Manor, accidentally put a little wheat on his body, took it back to No. 160 Berkrend Street and let them scattered to his room. The place where it is not easy to clean, for example, under the pillow, then, when I slept last night, I opened my pillow and dreamed of rolling a wheat ear into my hair, but it was not found in the breakfast.

Although this process is complicated and not so easy to implement, it is at least a certain probability.

"It’s impossible for Enuni to grow a wheat ear..." The two maids groaned and continued to work on their own.

Out of 160 Burk Lund Street, Klein and Enuniy walked one after the other, slowly walking under the leaves of the Indus sycamore tree where the leaves had begun to succumb, breathing relatively refreshing autumn air.

Similar to him, some of the neighbors are also doing morning walks.

Of course, this is not the habit of Beckland's high society. Last year, the smog was still very serious, the air was quite pungent, and no one was willing to take the cold and wet feelings and waste time on the streets.

As a neighbor, since they met, they would no doubt greet each other. When they passed by, a barrister used the corner of his eye to look at Dawn. Dontes’s close-fitting servant raised his hand and covered his mouth as if he had hit it. Yawn.

When the mixed-race young man put down his right hand, the barrister suddenly found something different:

"His nose seems to be quite...

"Haha, I must think that there are too many things in this area, so that there is an illusion...

"My nose is a little better..."

The barrister tried to raise his hand and rubbed his nose. At the same time, he saw two wild dogs chasing in front and tried to breed in the street.

............

Klein, who had finished the walk, returned to the living room on the third floor and got the "life cane" on the fog.

"There is a certain effect. The focus of the 诡 诡 ’ 消化 消化 竟 竟 竟 竟 竟 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化 消化

"Well, you don't have to be really scared... There is a terrible scene in the calm daily life, and the surrounding human beings are all unaware, only occasionally associate, when thinking deeply, there will be some fear of some possibility. So that I don’t dare to turn off the lights and start a nightmare. It’s also a kind of horror film...” Klein examined his own state, summed up and summarized the experience of the previous months, and finally condensed the “horror film director”. "This keyword.

After understanding this, he had a lot of ideas about how to quickly digest the potion.

This requires him not only to solve the enemy, but also to give the enemy horror film protagonist or important supporting role this treatment!

"This is very troublesome. For the goal of the semi-god-level, I am sure I have to go all out. I have to worry about how to make a whistle... Well, there is no need to find a demigod target. If you don't have this restriction, you can 'transmit' it. At the sea, find a lucky pirate 'joining' to create some horror stories...

"Yes, since it is a director, you have to let your own 'works' spread! It seems that every time you have to let some of the 'actors' succeed, they will spread the nightmare they have experienced and shape the corresponding sea legends. You can't feed them.' The squirming hunger '..." Klein made a plan and suddenly thought of a problem:

In the horror legends of the North Continent and the ocean that have a certain mass base, how many of them are deliberately made by the "Mage Master"?

"There must be some... Hey, if Amon is to play the 'Mage Master', most of them will be able to digest the potion in a month. His talent in this area is amazing, not considering the consequences... In fact, looking for pirates At the same time, 'shooting horror movies', you can also find opportunities to scare and scare other demigods. You don’t have to fight with them to kill you. If you can achieve the goal, you can get rid of it...” Klein thought, and there was an auxiliary play. .

So he seriously considered the goal:

"Angels and above must not be found. Unfamiliar people will make me the protagonist of the horror film on the spot. I will die. I am familiar with the fact that I am a sorcerer. I can't be scared...

"In the saints, many of them don't know where to go. It is easy to scare the archbishops to cause unnecessary continuous reactions, which leads to a more tense situation in the world.

"Amount, after this exclusion, the most suitable goal turned out to be the ecstasy of the spiritual sect of the ecstasy, Patrick Brian, and the members of the Welsh Onsetin Destiny Council, and..."

To prepare the list, Klein decided to take time out to visit Dr. Allen Kreis in the past two days, give some babies some ice cream, and ask where the "Members" are recently.

To scare other people, you must always agree with the Speaker!

Klein, who had sorted out his thoughts, became very good. He went out again, made prayers and donations to the Church of St. Saul, and then went to the Lun Charity Foundation to stay at noon.

In the afternoon, he successively met several businessmen seeking investment and professional lawyers and accountants, acting like a normal rich man.

When I waited to fill my stomach and return to the semi-open room with a large balcony, Klein was thinking about going to Dr. Alan Cress’s home tomorrow, or inviting them to share dinner with the ice cream in the very good Serenzo restaurant. Suddenly touched.

Looking sideways, he did not accidentally see the messenger coming out of the void with four red-haired eyes.

One of the heads bit a letter.

"Who sent it?" Klein asked a little bit of habit and expectation.

Since he has not yet received the letter, Renee 缇 Nicole can only answer with three heads:

"Stupid..." "The..." "Wang..."

Patrick Brian? This nickname also evolved? Klein reached out and took the letter, took a look and found that it really came from the ecstasy of the spiritual group.

He wrote in the letter:

"...I am ready for the special ceremony that will help my teacher, Haitel, to recover further. Your Excellency, if you can get your permission, I will hold it tomorrow morning..."

The ceremony that points to the angel of Heiter? The spiritual sect of the spiritual group, Patrick’s temptation can’t be avoided anymore... This can be interfered with by “paper angels”... It’s just... Klein’s wrist trembled and burned the letter.

Then he took out a piece of paper and wrote a reply with a pen:

"Yes, be careful."

............

In the quiet night, near the early morning, there is no one in the factory of the garment factory in St. George's District.

There has been an empty space cleared here, standing nearly ten mysterious people wearing black robes and hoods.

In the middle of them is a dark black, seemingly heavy coffin, and the coffin is surrounded by a lot of gold ornaments with traces of dirt, a number of candles swaying in pale flames, and skulls one after another.

Some of these sly white skulls come from humans, some belong to animals, some are extremely strange, and have a sense of deformity, making it impossible to imagine what it was.

The skull is stacked the most in front, and Patrick Brian stands there.

He also changed his black robes, but he did not pull up the hood, revealing a deep silhouette, dark brown hair, and a thin face.

This demigod has not been done yet, and the surrounding has become extremely cold, as if there are countless, invisible creatures in the carnival.

As Patrick Brian raised his right hand, those hooded believers danced a little twitching, quite mad, rhythmic dance.

This is the "spiritual dance", which is the ritual method that the **** of death loves. The stronger the spirit of the dancer, the better the effect.

After the dance became fierce and there was a cold and invisible wind blowing out of the coffin, Patrick Brian buried his head and mourned with a language that originated from the underworld:

"The king of the depths of hell;

"An angel who plays the death movement;

"The master above the Styx."

PS: See the monthly ticket, recommended ticket on Monday~

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