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"Why are you holding me back, don't you want to see him die?"

In the spirit world, Edward, who had come all the way from Intis, looked at the thin silver-white electricity that blocked him from entering the realm of Rune with some surprise and a smile, and said in a rather seductive tone:

"Tyrant, you should be happy to see this."

"I heard that Zarathu is now under your protection? It's a very bad feeling, you shelter them, and you have to look at them, like restraining yourself from crushing the annoying caterpillar in your palm. ”

"Well, not only that, but you have to put up with the feeling of the caterpillar slowly squirming in the palm of your hand, and do what you can not hurt them, and they will ask you for help, will you choose to respond, or will you turn a blind eye?"

There was a small crackling sound of silver-white thunder and lightning in front of him, but no one responded to His words.

"But I have something to tell Crane, and though I don't want to, I still have to go in and talk to him." Edward wasn't in a hurry, so he stood outside the mine line in a proper manner, looking like he was ready to salute first and then soldier, "Will you let me pass, or will you let Klein come out and talk to me?" ”

……

"Leave"?

Crane stared at the word, a little unsure of what the god of thunder meant.

Should he leave 160 Berlund Street or leave Rune?

However, this departure is also in line with his ominous premonition, danger is approaching, and Crane needs to deal with it immediately.

Either hide yourself or leave quickly.

This kind of thing is vague, and it's normal to be confused, but Crane now needs clear instructions instead of vagueness, and hesitated for a while, thinking that since the God of Thunder has already responded to him, Crane simply gritted his teeth and continued to pray:

"Great Emperor of the Sky, King of the Sea, could you please give me a clear sign?"

He didn't dare to speak much this time, and after saying it again, he quieted down, and waited as obediently as he could. As soon as he thought that the god of thunder had noticed him, Klein felt that the psychological pressure had rapidly increased, and he couldn't help but be afraid, and he had a feeling that he couldn't breathe well.

In Crane's expectant and apprehensive gaze, after half a minute or so, the rust marks on the silver further expanded.

Expanded to the opposite?

Crane cautiously reached out and flipped the silver sheet over.

It reads a bold word:

"Roll"

…… If you don't want to explain, you won't respond, why are you scolding me, it's really a tyrant...... Klein tactically leaned back, his mood was complicated, and he didn't know for a moment whether to be glad that the God of Thunder didn't slash him twice with thunder and lightning, or to be wronged and prayed for an oracle to explain and was scolded. But he still prayed and thanked him, and began to clean up the remaining spiritual materials on the table, after all, the god of thunder had given himself some revelation.

"No matter where I go, anyway, I have to leave ...... first"

Crane muttered quietly.

He had already made plans to travel, but this prayer and response added to the tension and anxiety in his heart.

Having said that, he was most vulnerable to attack when he prayed intently, but Zarathu didn't do anything, leaving himself up and down the source fort, performing rituals, and then processing ritual materials—he was also concerned about the attitude of the god of thunder.

With "Creeping Hunger" and "Travel", Klein can now go anywhere outside of the Eastern Continent.

Case......

Klein simply sifted through the unused ritual materials to find out the parts that could still be reused, then re-lit the candles that had not been burned, took out a mirror as a ritual medium, and whispered:

"The flame that does not burn,

Prisoners of chaos and death;

Creator of the City of the Damned, protector of all those who rebel against fate; ”

The great 'Angel of Temperance', ...... Mr. Richard Ernst"

Southern Continent, Highlands.

Li looked at Barranca, his expression serious.

Barranca also looked at Richard.

The two angels fought secretly for a while, and finally Barranca conceded first. He fumbled in his pockets and stuffed a £10 bill and a few copes into the donation box at the entrance of the new orphanage.

With a smile on his face, Richard reached out and patted Barranca's shoulder, and said kindly, "Let's go, God is still waiting for us." ”

Barranca was clutching a sketch book in his hand, and he wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, it turned into a "hey" laugh.

"We are the only ones who can seriously study this kind of thing at night, and we will probably be shocked if we change to other ways."

“…… What did you get out again? Li looked at the sketch paper under his arm, and the smile on his face tended to disappear.

Barranca said to him:

"You'll find out soon enough."

He didn't seem to want to say more, but he wanted to surprise everyone unexpectedly. Barranca took his sketchbook and sped into the spirit realm, and then appeared directly in the reserved classroom. The bound god, who had been waiting here for a while, felt the fluctuations in the spirit realm, opened his eyes, and calmly turned his face.

The two junior angels greeted Tolzna, and Barranca strode up to the podium, shook the sketch paper in his hand, and the book opened automatically, showing the contents of the first page on the blackboard.

"Look, this is an automatic cultivator I designed."

The sketch paper does have a mechanical device that looks fine, with gears and bearings occluding to each other, and the overall design is refreshing, with the mechanical beauty of the Church of Steam.

But Richard and Tolzner's spiritual instincts told them that it would never be that simple.

Barranca begins to introduce his new design:

"Richard's Transfiguration Curse has given me a lot of inspiration, although the Transfiguration Curse is not advisable to govern the country, but I think that the Transfiguration Curse is still very much needed to maintain stability, maintain the economy, and fill the food gap."

Speaking of which, there is nothing wrong with that. Barranca looked at the reactions of the two colleagues, coughed, and continued:

"It's a semi-automatic manpower cultivator."

"I learned this design from the manuscripts of Russell the Great, and last year I took the time to visit the Russell Memorial in Intis to study it, and I couldn't recreate the exact same, so I added some features of our Rose School to it...... This cultivator only needs one person to operate, and the weight is about 400~600 pounds......"

Richard suddenly raised his hand:

"I have a problem. Most of the designs that Russell the Great can't put into production are due to the lack of corresponding fuel, the lack of those special 'oils', what is the fuel that you use for this thing? ”

Barranca looked at him left and right, and under Richard's gaze and the curious gaze of the bound god, the Lord of the Damned was defeated:

"People."

Then He slammed the table and argued: "Sixty acres consumes a man!" The resource utilization is still very impressive! ”

The bound god frowned, and although he did not speak in moderation, he immediately showed an expression of "you keep talking, I am listening". Richard wasn't too surprised by this answer, but asked about the details: "What is the principle?" Do you want to use the living or the dead? ”

"The principle is simple, it's just to use the Transfiguration Curse to twist the human soul and turn it into fuel to drive a cultivator," Barranca said. ”

"In other words, this thing is inherently spiritually driven."

Richard took it for granted, because this is what characterizes the Rose School, and his "Curse of Changing Bread" is the same principle, which essentially crushes the soul of a living human being, and then uses the vast amount of spirituality released in that moment to change the physical structure. He touched his chin and pondered, "Then you can use seals, not necessarily humans." ”

The Lord of the Damned spreads his hands:

"Humans are chosen because the human soul has no extraordinary properties, and it is the safest and cleanest fuel to use, is it possible that you want the cultivator to work with lightning and thunder, or take the operator to praise the sun, or study hard, or resurrect the corpses in the field?"

Extraordinary characteristics and seals are of course more spiritually stronger and easier to use, but at the same time, they must also take on various functions that cultivators should not have because of the existence of extraordinary characteristics, which he does not want to see.

"I'm against your train of thought."

Li looked into Barranca's eyes and shook his head disapprovingly:

"If we want to get spiritual power that has no negative effects, we can go and cooperate with the Secret Keeper, and ask those wizards to design a safe magic pattern for us to attract spirits, and then carve these magic patterns into your cultivator, which is the safest and does not consume humans."

"But ......"

But it's easiest and quickest to use humans.

Barranca tried to say something, but was interrupted by Richard.

"You're indulging, Barranca."

Richard called his companion by name with some seriousness, and explained seriously, "You can definitely think of the best and safest way, but you don't think so, because you think it's the easiest way to consume humans, don't you?" I turn people into food, but I still push for production – and you're indulging, giving up thinking and following your desires and instincts. This is not advisable, the Transfiguration Curse gives us the power to change the world, but we should still have a reverence for life and soul. ”

The bound god narrowed his eyes, feeling as if a holy light and aura appeared when he said this, a believer whose way of thinking was different from ordinary people.

"And the utilization rate is too low, a living corpse can keep plowing without sleep, and it is a bit exaggerated for you to consume one person in sixty acres of cultivators, and the utilization rate is too low. If you improve and improve, you have to change it to at least 500 acres to consume one person. By the way, we don't have so many paddy fields here. ”

The bound god felt the light on Richard's body disappear again.

“…… I'm also pushing production. ”

"Then you pack up tomorrow morning and be with Renette." Richard now showed an expression that he was going to take off the halo on his head and smash people.

"I'm just kidding."

Barranca muttered, putting away the drawings and sketchbooks of the semi-automatic manpower cultivator with a little regret, and then walked straight off the podium.

Richard and the bound god looked at him with indescribable eyes.

"The back is all semi-automatic human props."

Barranca spread his hands again, and the dead pig was not afraid of boiling water: "When you say this, I do think I'm a little indulgent, and then if there is nothing to do, I will seal myself and go to the labor camp for a few days." ”

Richard waved his hand: "You can still feel that you need to be reformed through labor, so you are not in a hurry...... Wait, someone is looking for me. ”

He pulled out a small round mirror from his pocket and brushed it over, revealing the image of an unfamiliar middle-aged man with pale sideburns, whom Richard recognized at a glance and raised his eyebrows.

"Dwayne, no, that Crane? What did he ask me to do......"

……

After about twenty seconds, the flame of the candle shook suddenly.

Klein felt someone's gaze fall on him, and his right hand suddenly moved uncontrollably, grabbed the absorbent pen placed on the table, took another piece of paper, and wrote down a line of lingua franca:

"Hello."

This feeling and method of communication reminded Klein of his first ceremonial exchange with "Lieutenant Admiral Iceberg" Edwina a long time ago, but he quickly grabbed his pen and replied on a piece of paper:

"Hello, Venerable Angel of Temperance, I hope to be able to get your help."

The pen immediately replied, "You can speak, I can hear you." ”

Oh. Crane felt a little embarrassed, but he insisted on writing, considering that Zarathu might be paying attention to this:

"I'd like to get a double that can fool Sequence One."

The pen paused for two seconds, and after thinking about the possibility, Richard replied without hesitation: "I need your blood or body parts, I can transfer a part of your occult connection to the substitute to make it more like the real thing, this is the best." It can also be just a stand-in doll that looks the same as you, but can't be concealed from divination and aggregation, and your bid will determine the quality of the stand-in. ”

Barranca couldn't help but say, "Isn't this a bit of a price drop?" ”

Richard gave Him a blank look: "We'd better have a price!" ”

Although the bound god looked at the nose and nose and the heart, although it was not a self-respecting identity, he also felt that discussing this directly was a bit too much like a businessman...... But if he needed his help in the business, he wouldn't turn it down.

Directly link the price to the quality? Klein was a little surprised, and when they met, they started talking about money directly, and in his impression, except for the messenger Renette Tennicole, there was only this Richard Ernst, and how could he, the fool's family, be considered a lack of money! - Sure enough, they are all temperances, and even Miss Sharon accepted a commission of 1,000 pounds for three days, which is frighteningly low for Sequence 5, because she was short of money......

But it was a good thing for Klein to talk about money directly, after all, the high-quality red wine produced by his Winery Rose Château was very popular, and he still had about 17,000 pounds in cash and tens of thousands of gold bars on hand. Crane breathed a sigh of relief, but asked a little nervously:

"Well, I need a double who can pass on some of the occult connections, and I can provide my blood and body parts."

"My offer is fifteen thousand pounds." He said carefully.

To keep the Foundation and Rose Manor running, I have to spend at least a thousand pounds a month, and I can only increase the price to twenty thousand pounds, if it is higher, I will have to risk reworking the bounty hunter, but it is more likely that I will be caught by a group of crows when I get to sea...... Klein thought to himself.

"Fifteen thousand pounds ......"

Richard touched his chin and glanced at the other two. The Bound God is not very sensitive to money, but Barranca's expression is clearly good.

The price was very impressive, and he knew that Dawn Dantès was nominally a merchant, and that the merchant must have some cash on hand. Richard had fully approved of the price, and began to dig out of his pocket for the sewing kit and cotton:

"Deal, give me some blood, your body parts, if you want to be a little more realistic, you can give me a bone."

Bone.

Klein took a deep breath: "...... Good. ”

The body parts he wanted to replace with spirit worms, which would also allow the stand-in to have some of his extraordinary abilities, but the bones ......

He finished the ceremony, looked at his little thumb, made a gesture with the silver ceremonial knife in hand, and began to build his mind. After doing this for a moment, he suddenly realized that he could use the Faceling's abilities to separate his flesh and let the bone emerge from his skin on its own.

Crane breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and began to concentrate on controlling his little finger.

Suddenly, a blinding white light erupted from the bedroom window, followed by a huge roar that suddenly exploded, Crane was so frightened that his hand shook, and the silver knife fell to the floor with a thud, rolling out more than a meter.

Recently, it has been raining in Beckland, the weather is cold, and there are occasional thunderstorms at night, but such thunderstorms are still rare!

Crane vaguely felt that something was wrong, he bent down and reached for the knife on the ground, and at the moment when he bent down, a cold wind suddenly blew behind him, causing his hair to stand on end.

Tick, tick.

He suddenly felt something fall on his back, not sure, but it felt like rain.

The rain hit the floor, wetting the beds and the carpets of the tables and chairs.

Then, lightning from the sky illuminated his bedroom.

Klein's throat rolled, and his spiritual instinct told him that the second floor of his 160 Berklund Street villa had disappeared with the attic in its entirety.

The rain fell on his back, mixed with cold sweat sliding down the side of his face.

The demon seemed to chuckle in his ear.

"I didn't hit it."

TBC

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April Fool's Day!

Who got up at half past five on Saturday morning to see the rape flowers, it was me.

(End of chapter)