Lord of the Mysteries

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At the invitation of Leonard Mitchell, Emlin was not afraid, holding a silk hat and screaming at the house with a smile.

He didn't take off his coat, because "The Potions Professor" always carries a lot of auxiliary items, and it is not so beautiful after losing the cover.

Emlin sat down in a tuxedo like that, leaning back against the support behind him, and leisurely said:

"In fact, not too much trouble.

"Yes, just report the price, no, just frankly.

"Of course, I am sure you have it."

He chuckled, and the bright red eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell's neglect of clothing.

I know that you have any secrets, and the scenes you don't know about me make Emlin feel comfortable and superior.

Leonard combed his black hair with his fingers and sat freely on the opposite chair. He smiled without any panic and doubts:

"At least I have to know who wants it."

"Maybe it is me, maybe my friend." Emlin lightly lifted his chin and smiled gracefully.

Leonard rubbed his eyes and leaned over his head as if thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed:

"Well, since you have already taken this badge, then I will answer you honestly.

"I do have a magical item that can steal the extraordinary ability of others, but only one.

"If you want to buy, £7,000, don't accept the counter-offer."

7,000 pounds? Similar magic items are so expensive? Although he didn't have to pay for himself, Emlin was shocked and couldn't keep the **** style.

In his mind, he has automatically converted the money into how many dolls and how many sets of doll dresses.

In silence for two seconds, Emlin smiled:

"I think about it, I will answer you these two days."

"Yes." Leonard Mitchell hooked his mouth.

Out of the house at 7 Pfister Street, Emlin seems to have never happened. He hired a rental carriage to the steam station in the North District and returned to the South Bridge.

Take off the hat and look back at the carriage passing through the pedestrian street. Emlin laughed and walked into the harvest church.

In the middle of a street tree and an iron black gas light pole, the inconspicuous shadow suddenly floated, and Leonard Mitchell, who was dark and green, emerged.

He appeared silently and did not attract any attention from passers-by.

"The people of the Mother Earth Church?" Leonard frowned, as he said to himself.

He paused for two seconds and left the rose flower street where the harvest church was located.

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

"7000 pounds? Why didn't he grab it?" Above the fog, Klein, who heard the "moon" Emlin returns, almost snorted and made a sound.

A similar discourse, he once said as Galman Sparo, but the mood in the two scenes is completely different.

According to the "Golden Dream" No. 3, "Flower Bow Tie" Jederson's reward amount, Klein speculated that the price of similar magical items is around 5,000 pounds, even if the premium is as high as 6,000 pounds, who knows, Leonard. Chel opened 7,000 pounds directly!

Is it the legacy of the higher sequence, stealing the extraordinary ability of others is only one of the effects? No, if that's the case, how can the price start at 10,000 pounds... The poet classmate, I didn't know how you were a profiteer before, you obviously acted freely, don't care much about money... Klein couldn't help but sigh A few words.

Since there are already clues, seeing the dawn, and using money to solve, Klein does not want to seek other channels, so as not to have an accident.

He quickly calculated his own net worth and found that it was affordable:

"Accounting for the pharmacist's prepaid commission of 300 pounds, the 'smartwriter''s bounty of 5,400 pounds and the money found on the body, deducting the 200 pounds paid to the 'Magician' lady, I now have a total of 12,767 pounds of banknotes. Add 5 gold coins, this is not the change of 3 Sule 8 pence.

"In addition, Miss 'Justice' will pay 2,000 pounds and 1800 pounds 'psychologist' characteristics before the end of the week. I am much richer than I thought, even in Beckland, I can be called a rich man. ""

Klein took a breath and no longer hesitated, letting the banknotes fly over the top of the debris pile and land on the table.

He carefully counted £7,500 in cash and put them aside – a £7,000 magical item fee and a £500 Emlin “risk” fee.

Hey, he worked so hard, he lost most of it... Klein has a "world", let him put out a prayer, telling Emlin that there is no problem, holding a ceremony after a quarter of an hour, accepting the transfer of Mr. "fool" Give it.

In addition, Klein also let the "world" 叮嘱 "the moon" Emlin, do not rush to complete the transaction after getting cash, must wait until tomorrow - he is afraid of the Zoroast family in Leonard Mitchell The angel perceives the fog on the banknote and wants to have a "smelling" process, just like when giving Emlin the badge.

A quarter of an hour later, Klein glanced at the remaining gold pounds with a reduction in thickness of half, and sighed back to the real world.

At this time, it is already 10:40 on Friday, and it takes about 8 hours to reach the island of Olav on the passenger ship.

Once again, it was time to intimidate the "probability of ambiguity"... Klein whispered a ceremonial ceremony and brought out an iron cigarette case with a "black eye".

He guessed that the fat pharmacist Dakwell had any doubts about this, so he deliberately got the scorpion into the bathroom.

Seeing "The Probability" re- quieted, Klein quickly handled the "All Black Eyes" and the iron cigarette case, and took a long sigh of relief, and calculated the next time:

"It should be able to hold it to the connector of Dakwell, no need to deal with it."

Thinking of this, Klein was quite worried about another issue:

"The Eye of All Black has appeared before the ‘real Creator,' and there is also his spiritual pollution. It will be taken out every few hours, maybe it will be locked by him, and the strong will come and look for it.

"However, every time it takes a minute or two, the problem should be small. Even if it is noticed, their sense of position will not be too precise. Oh, it involves the 'real creator'. It can't be determined by divination. It can only improve the alert. Ok, this is the last time, and it’s only seven or eight hours to get to the destination... Why should I give myself a Flag, hey, I just didn’t think about anything.”

Klein picked up the "probability of ambiguity" and returned to the living room. He saw the fat pharmacist squatting in the easy chair, and the owl Harry looked like he didn't need a rest.

Is this the difference between the different creatures taking the same potion? At least "Miss Justice" did not say that she does not need to sleep... The unique structure of the owl brings uniqueness? Hey, I don't know enough about it. Sure enough, I know everything that only knows a little keyboard. Klein sits on the sofa, puts the milky white dice into the ring box, and waits patiently for the evening, the ship Entering Hong Kong.

Time passes by, and the bright sun at high altitude gradually moves westward and lower.

At this moment, Klein, who is keeping his eyes closed, suddenly straightens up and feels that a strong danger is about to come!

This transcends the spiritual intuition of the "Divination" and the dangerous premonition of the "Clown", as if it originated from the invisible fog that appears strangely around him.

"There are enemies! 'The Swallower' Ulous or the sage of the 'Aurora'?" Klein opened his eyes and thought about the countermeasures with a serious expression.

At this time, if there is a mistake, he will have to consider the matter of resurrection.

As for the fat pharmacist Dakwell and the owl Harry, it is absolutely impossible to escape!

He began to hope that the only ones can only blur the induction, only to determine a large range, not necessarily to find themselves or "probability of the ambiguity", but considering that this is a ship, there is no sea of ​​people nearby, the target does not seem to be It's hard to lock, and when it's time, the trouble will be bigger, so I have to give up.

Above the passenger ship, the void suddenly tears, revealing an invisible door full of complicated symbols.

Two slightly pale hands stretched out from the crack in the door and slammed back, letting the whole body come out.

He wore a black bonnet and a classical dark robes that the old man liked, but he looked less than forty. His brown hair was slightly rolled, giving him an unusually hard feeling.

There are countless illusions in his dark eyes, and there seems to be a world of chaos.

Klein's dangerous feeling became more and more intense, only the change of expression, scared Dirkwell and Owl Harry did not dare to move.

He no longer hesitated, based on the plans made in the past few days for similar situations, leaning forward and picking up the "probability of probability."

"I have to judge the behavior of the malicious person who just arrived, I want 1 point!" Klein whispered, throwing out the milky white scorpion, and subconsciously praying to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the nephew who had just been intimidated would not be obedient. Can play a role.

At the same time, he performed extremely calmly, lest the scorpion sense its own tension and make trouble.

In the crashing sound of the cockroach, the "probability of cockroaches" rolled over a few laps and was fixed at 1 o'clock.

In the sky above the passenger ship, the man in the black robe of less than forty has already reflected the entire vessel.

He spread out of spirituality, glanced around the circle, and the detective grasped the void in front and slammed open a door that was almost invisible.

The strongman stepped inside and disappeared into place.

In the first class, Klein felt that the danger had gone, and it was difficult to contain it.

He stared at the "probability of the probability" on the coffee table, could not help but feel a sentence in his heart:

"If this scorpion does not have such a big negative effect, it can be fully utilized. It is simply an artifact!

“It’s not a ‘0’ seal, it’s the uniqueness of the ‘monster’ route...”

"Just what happened just now?" Fat pharmacist Dakwell asked for courage and cautiously asked.

Klein kept his posture and responded calmly:

"you do not need to know."

"I understand, I understand that the more you know, the more dangerous." Dakwell wiped the cold sweat on his head.

In the next few hours, there was no accident. When the sun fell on the sea level and the sky was completely dim, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse appear not far away.

PS: I want to recommend the monthly ticket on Monday~