In the Bar of the Brave, Marić, who had just lost to his own living corpse in a card game, sat in the bar and drank in a daze after knocking down all the living corpses.

Suddenly, he felt a familiar person approaching him.

He looked up, and sure enough, it was Miss Sharon in a dark gothic court dress.

Marić also stood up, lowered his voice, and asked with concern:

"What does the seller say?"

Miss Sharon replied in an ethereal voice without a hint of emotional ebbulation:

"The price is high, and with your savings, there's still a thousand pounds missing."

Marić fell silent, and after a while he spoke:

"There was a person who came to Caspers before and wanted to hire bodyguards, I originally wanted to take on this task, but I didn't expect that the person he offended was actually a big man with a country as a backing."

Speaking of this, Marić couldn't help but sneer.

"Did you ask about the price?"

Marić was stunned for a moment, and asked with some hesitation:

"You want to take on this task? This kind of thing will definitely be more troublesome in the future, and it may reveal our whereabouts. ”

"Just as you opened your mouth to talk about this, I suddenly had a vague premonition that this person might help us in key matters in the future."

"If he comes again, I'll let Caspars inform him."

……

After the party, Klein returned to 15 Minsk Street with the magic lamp.

He felt that what happened at today's party was a warning to him that he should take it with him when he went out, although he didn't understand this hobby of magic lamp at all, but he had already begun to think about how to design the underarm light bag.

Of course, he had more important things to do, he was going to the Grey Mist to study the newly purchased Black Ears that were said to be able to hear the voice of a great being.

Sitting at the top of the long bronze table, he wrote the divination sentence, held his black ear, and was about to start the divination, when he suddenly recalled his own miserable situation after the last divination.

He hesitated for a moment, then took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

It's faster not to die.

After a great death that was between the divination of the eternal sun and the mysterious magic lamp, Crane obtained an iron-black spell and named it "The Filthy Word".

After doing all this, Crane lay directly on the bed, ready to rest early, because, tonight, he had other plans.

At about three o'clock in the morning, Klein got up from his bed, and after making a simple divination, making sure that no one was watching and following, he cautiously walked out of 15 Minsk Street, and in the dim street lights, he turned into a dark alley, where there was an entrance to a sewer.

He plans to catch some rats and use the method of attacking rats to test what occult and physical laws are followed by smashing the enemy with a magic lamp.

Entering the sewer in the dark, there were still a lot of rats inside, and with Crane's agility attribute, he could easily catch a lot.

Bringing the squeaky live rats back to his quarters, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the Sammer family.

He set aside a utility room and opened the pockets containing the rats, and the rats, who had regained their freedom, were suddenly scurrying around the house.

Klein took out the magic lamp and began the test.

The first time, Crane aimed at the fleeing rat, and threw it at the target without too much force, he was afraid of smashing the rat to death, under normal circumstances, the magic lamp should hit the target, but the magic lamp avoided it.

He picked up the lamp again, fixed a mouse, and smashed it at the target that couldn't escape for the second time, and the lamp avoided it again.

He threw the magic lamp casually for the third time, deliberately not aiming at the target, he predicted, the landing point of the magic lamp did not include any target, this time, the magic lamp did not change the trajectory of the fall, did not hit any mice.

Klein looked puzzled, could it only be used to smash people?

Just as he wanted to pick up the magic lamp and continue the test, the magic lamp suddenly flew up and came straight towards Klein, who immediately dodged with the clown's intuition, but the magic lamp still hit Crane's body like it had eyes.

Although Crane was very nimble, the magic lamp easily caught up with him, and after knocking him to the ground, the closed door of the room suddenly opened, and the rats seemed to be stimulated, and ran out of the door, jumping up and down in the living room.

As a result, the teapots, teacups, and dishes in the living room fell to the ground one after another, making a heartbreaking sound.

Crane clutched his aching chest and got up, looking at the debris all over the ground, and his heart ached even more.

Klein looked at the magic lamp standing firmly on the coffee table, and asked tentatively:

"Do you have a certain amount of wisdom to communicate?"

The round-bellied pen that Klein had placed on the coffee table suddenly moved on its own, and wrote on the white paper:

"Don't force me to do it!"

Klein froze for a moment and began to reflect on whether he had gone too far.

However, you don't tell me how to use you, and I can't help it.

"Why do you keep following me?" Klein pondered for a moment and asked the question he wanted to know most.

The round-bellied pen was not as diligent as before, and wrote hesitantly:

"Someday, you can help me out of this predicament."

"I'm afraid you'll die early, so I'll come and watch you."

Klein smiled dumbly, muttering in his heart, which Divine Stick Path seal is this?

Anyway, if I can get its help, even if I can't get a bodyguard, I have a certain amount of self-preservation.

"What do I need to give if I want you to help me in battle?"

This time the pen did not pause, and wrote smoothly:

"There are two ways, one is to help you fight, and you pay the same amount of money as a reward, and the other is to rub the surface of the lamp and say what you want, the price......"

The pen stopped, and Crane stared curiously at the pen and white paper, waiting for the following.

"There is no price, as long as you dare to do it."

No, I don't dare, Klein muttered inwardly.

The pen clicked and fell onto the paper.

I haven't asked you how to charge, why did you go offline?

Crane gave up asking, but his attention was drawn to the rampant rats and broken porcelain.

Finally dealing with the trouble he had made, Klein lay back on the bed, his heart was surprisingly peaceful, for some reason, he intuitively felt that the magic lamp was not lying, which gave him more confidence in his personal safety.

On the morning of the next day, Klein, who could finally stay at home and wait for the entrusted task to come to the door, received another typical commission from a private detective after looking for a cat, to catch the adulterer.

Klein, who had been open for two days, went to the Brave Bar again at dinner time on Wednesday.

As soon as he entered the bar, Caspars, who was lame, leaned over and whispered:

"Marich is looking for you."

Walking into the card room with Marić, Marić asked straight to the point:

"Is your commission still valid?"

……

Returning from the Brave's Bar, Crane didn't immediately go to rest, he sat alone on the couch, took the magic lamp from his pocket, and put it on the coffee table.

The proposal for the armpit lamp bag was ruthlessly rejected by the magic lamp, and said that if he dared to practice some whimsical ideas, he would blow his head out.

So Klein went to Mrs. Summer's maid and asked him to help remodel the trench coat pocket.

Klein's body relaxed, his eyes were blank as he leaned back on the sofa, and muttered to himself:

"I don't know if Marić's friend who is willing to take on the task of bodyguard is reliable."

At this moment, he suddenly heard a man's voice.

"That young lady is very beautiful and has a unique charm."

Who?

Immediately, Klein turned his gaze to the magic lamp on the coffee table.

Crane asked in surprise:

"Can you speak?"

"Hmph, more than you can speak." Medici can't even say anything about me.

"Then why did you write before?"

"Because...... When I saw a soothsayer, I wanted to beat him. ”

For a moment, Klein thought that the magic lamp contained the resurrected Russell the Great.