After watching Walter, the butler, leave the second floor, Klein looked around as he entered the dining room, and found that the male and female servants were much more energetic than usual, and even a little restless.

"Sure enough, the 'Life Cane' will also affect humans, but it is relatively less exaggerated, and it is in a more normal and acceptable category...... According to this logic, the fertility of the servants must have improved, the only problem is that they do not have a spouse and cannot be reflected......

"Hmm...... Will Mr. Housekeeper's coming home today lead to multiple children in nine to ten months... His wife's age is also close to forty, and it is a bit dangerous to give birth at this age, of course, as the other side of reproduction, the influence of the 'Life Cane' will spread to the past, so there should be no problem......

"Hey, I don't know if the potential impact will make it easier to conceive a child, if the fertility rate on Berklund Street increases significantly after Dawn Dantès moves in, then my reputation will be hopeless......" Klein's thoughts diverged endlessly, and finally summed up two sentences in his mind:

The "Staff of Life" is indeed very evil!

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

After breakfast, Klein took his personal servant Enyuni and walked to the first floor, ready to go out for a walk.

At this time, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.

"Good morning, sir. Seeing Dawn Dantès coming, the two maids immediately got up, got out of the way, and said hello.

Of course, if they are in a corner of the country, they try not to make a noise so as not to disturb their employers, according to Walter, the housekeeper.

Crane bowed his head slightly, responded simply, and slowly approached the door.

At this time, the two maids suddenly saw an ear of wheat stuck in the top of Nyuni's head, which was full of grains and golden and attractive.

Before they could take a closer look, the valet seemed to sense the anomaly, raised his right hand, and tore off the ear of wheat with considerable force.

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

In their minds, it was Enyuni who had accidentally picked up a few ears of wheat on his body when he had followed Monsieur Dantès to the Manor of Rose, and brought them all the way back to 160 Berlund Street, and scattered them in a place in his room that was not easy to clean, such as under the pillow, and then, when he went to bed last night, he had pushed the pillow away from the pillow in a dream, and rolled an ear of wheat into his hair, which he did not find in the breakfast wash.

Although this process is complex and not so easy to implement, it is at least probable.

"It can't be that Nyuni grew an ear of wheat on his own......" muttered the two maids, continuing to busy their work.

Out of 160 Berlund Street, Klein and Enyuni walked slowly under the Intis plane tree, whose leaves had begun to turn yellow, breathing in the relatively crisp autumn air.

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

Of course, this is not the habit of Beckland's high society, and in the last year, the smog was still very bad, the air was quite pungent, and no one wanted to waste time on the streets in the face of cold wind and wet feelings.

As neighbors, they would undoubtedly greet each other when they met, and when they passed by, a barrister caught out of the corner of his eye that Daunne Dantès's valet raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, as if yawning.

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

His nose seemed to be straighter......

"Haha, I must have been thinking about this too much on a regular basis to hallucinate......

"It would be nice to have a little more prick on the bridge of my nose......"

The barrister raised his hand and rubbed his nose as he thought, and at the same time he saw two wild dogs chasing after him, trying to breed in the street.

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

After a walk, Crane returned to the third-floor living room and brought the "Life Staff" to the gray mist.

"It does have a certain effect, the focus of the 'sophist' digestion is to create terrifying scenes to scare people, and to use bizarre methods to make people panic...... It's really a bit like 'director', except for a horror film director......

"Well, it doesn't have to really scare you...... There are terrible scenes hidden in the calm daily life, and the humans around them are completely unaware, only occasionally associated, and when they think deeply, they will be a little frightened by some possibility, so that they dare not turn off the lights and have nightmares, which is also a kind of horror movie...... "Klein examined his own state, summarized and summarized the experience of the previous few months, and finally condensed the keyword "horror film director".

And after understanding this, he had many ideas about how to quickly digest the potion next.

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

"It's very troublesome, for the demigod-level target, I must go all out, how can I bother to make bells and whistles...... Well, you don't have to find a demigod target, there is no such restriction in playing, you can completely 'teleport' to the sea, find some lucky pirates to 'participate', and create some horror stories......

"Yes, since you are a director, you have to let your 'work' circulate! It seems that every time you still have to let some of the 'actors' successfully escape, spread the nightmares they experienced, and shape the corresponding legends of the sea, and you can't feed them all to the 'wriggling hunger'......" Klein made a plan when he suddenly thought of a question:

How many of the terrifying legends on the northern continent and the oceans that have a certain mass base are deliberately created by "sophists"?

"There must be some ...... Hey, if Amon were to play the role of the 'Sophist', it would probably take less than a month to digest the potion, and his talent in this area is simply amazing, and he doesn't think much about the consequences...... In fact, while looking for pirates to 'make horror movies', you can also find opportunities to scare and scare other demigods, you don't have to fight to the death with them, you can get out of the ...... when the goal is achieved" Klein had an auxiliary play plan in a blink of an eye.

So, he seriously thought about his goal:

"Angels and above must not be found, unfamiliar ones will make me the protagonist of horror movies on the spot, the kind that will die, familiar and clear that I am a 'trickster', I can't be scared......

"Among the saints, many of them I don't know whereabouts, and scaring the archbishops is easy to cause unnecessary continuous reactions, causing the world situation to become more tense and the war to break out early......

"Well, after ruling it out like this, the most suitable targets are Patrick Blaine, the fanatic demigod of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Order, and the members of Will Onsetin's Destiny Council, as well as ......"

With the list drawn up, Klein decided to take time out of his day to visit Dr. Alan Chris to bring some ice cream to a baby and ask where the "councilors" had been lately.

If you want to scare other people's subordinates, you must have the consent of the Speaker!

Finishing his thoughts, Klein was in a good mood, went out again, went to St. Samuel's Church to pray and donate, and then went to the "Rune Charity Scholarship Fund" until noon.

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

When he had filled his stomach and returned to the semi-open room with the large balcony, Klein was thinking about whether to visit Dr. Alan Chris directly at his home tomorrow or invite the family to dinner at the very good ice cream restaurant.

He looked sideways, and was not surprised to see Miss Courier emerge from the void with four blonde red-eyed heads.

One of them had a letter in his head.

"Who sent it?" asked Crane, who had become a little accustomed and expectant.

Since he had not yet received the letter, Renette Tinicol could only answer with three heads:

"Fool ......", "......", "Wang ......"

Patrick Blaine? The nickname also has an evolutionary twist?Klein reached for the letter, opened it, and found that it was indeed from the fanatic demigod of the Spiritual Order's Artificial Death Sect.

In the letter, he wrote:

“...... I have prepared the special ceremony that will help my teacher Haitel to recover further, Your Excellency, and if I have your permission, I will do it in the early hours of tomorrow morning......"

The ritual that pointed to the angel of Hatel?The Spiritual Order's Artificial Death Party's temptation to Patrick could not be avoided any longer...... This can be interfered with by "paper angels...... Just right...... With a flick of his wrist, Crane burned the letter.

Then, he took out a piece of paper and wrote down his reply:

"Yes, be careful. ”

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

On a quiet night, close to the wee hours of the morning, in the unoccupied premises of a garment factory in the district of St. George.

A clearing had been cleared here, and nearly ten mysterious men in black robes and hoods stood here.

In the middle of them was a dark black, rather heavy-looking coffin, surrounded by gold ornaments with traces of dirt, candles flickering with pale flames, and one skull after another.

Some of these hideous white skulls are of human origin, some of them are animals, and some of them are so strange and deformed that it is impossible to imagine what they should be.

The skulls were stacked the most in front of them, and Patrick Bryan was standing there.

He also changed into a black robe, but he did not pull up his hood, revealing a deep, dark-haired, brown-eyed, slender face.

The demigod hadn't done anything, and the surroundings had become extremely cold, as if there were countless unseen creatures reveling.

As Patrick Blaine raised his right hand, the hooded believers danced a slightly twitching, rather frenzied, rhythmic dance.

This is the "spirit dance", a ritual method beloved by the god of death, and the stronger the dancer's spirituality, the better the effect.

After the dance became intense, and a cold, invisible wind blew from the coffin, Patrick Bryan buried his head and chanted in a language that seemed to originate from the underworld:

"The King of the depths of Hell;

"The angel who played the music of death;

"Lord above the River Styx. ”

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