I had to do something!

Crane, who had been initially controlled by Rosago, struggled to turn his mind.

He wanted to shout out and ask for help from the magic lamp at the first moment, but his body was like a rusty machine, barely functioning, including his mouth and vocal cords, and shouting for help was not something he could do now.

He saw that the lady with pale blonde hair, azure eyes, delicate countenance, pale, and puppet-like bodyguard was approaching Rosago one by one.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

Klein heard Rosago's wild laughter, and his smile grew more and more hideous.

"You guys who get in the way, there's no point in struggling, time is on my side!"

"Ha ......"

"Poof!"

Rosago's laughter came to an abrupt end, his figure being tossed into the air, his body torn from side to side like pieces of paper, and through a crooked slit from his left shoulder to his right ribs, the unadorned bare walls of the living room could be seen.

With a "bang", the beating heart and other internal organs were scattered on the ground, and a large amount of blood gushed out, and Rosago's split body snapped in half and smashed on the living room floor at the same time.

Crane immediately broke free of control, his eyes widened, and he stared incredulously at the terrifying corpse on the ground.

The bodyguard lady in a dark black gothic court dress did not approach, she was suspended in the air, and said in a fluttering voice:

"Not my attack."

Crane swallowed and peeked at the magic lamp on the coffee table with newspapers and other miscellaneous items.

So...... Terrible!

What about my previous operation......

He hesitated for a moment and said:

"Perhaps, I know."

The beautiful lady of the puppet looked at Klein quietly with blue eyes, waiting for the next step.

"I have a magical object, I don't know its exact abilities, I just know that it can cause unpredictable accidents around it."

"Most of the time, this kind of accident is more like a prank."

Seeing that Miss Bodyguard didn't say anything, Klein was a little nervous, but he still tried to be as honest as he could:

"It seems to have a strong aversion to a certain type of extraordinary being, and will actively attack."

Miss Bodyguard glanced at Klein meaningfully, and said in a tone that still didn't fluctuate:

"You'd better figure out the rules for it."

What does she mean is that this extraordinary object with the ability to randomize could easily make its owner die in a ridiculous accident?

Or is she suggesting that I beware of the negative effects of extraordinary items?

Yes, she was telling me that she had no intention of seizing the extraordinary item, and Klein was slightly relieved.

"Let's hurry up and clean up the scene." Crane didn't want to talk too much about the magic lamp, so he changed the subject.

After saying that, Klein squatted down directly, planning to clean up the disgusting corpse by himself, after all, the other party was a lady.

Klein had very little of value from Rosago's corpse, just two crudely cut paper figures, spiritual materials, a strange piece of paper, and a dozen pounds of cash.

In fact, at this time, Klein's mind was full of mixed thoughts.

It's a pity, it's a pity, Rosago's spirit is about to dissipate, and I can't directly hold a ritual in front of Miss Bodyguard to summon my own spirit, and then take Rosago to the gray mist to channel, is the opportunity to get the follow-up potion formula just lost?

I knew that the magic lamp was so powerful, I didn't want to be cheap, I had to hire a bodyguard, so I pretended not to have enough money, and the people in MI9 wouldn't feel inappropriate, a novice detective, no money, isn't it a normal thing?

But I can't scrape together enough for 6,000 pounds, so I can't force Miss Justice to pay for it temporarily.

Alas, if I hadn't hired a bodyguard, I would have been able to harvest the subsequent potion recipes, as well as the corresponding extraordinary traits and items on Rosago's body.

I still feel like a good loss!

The strange paper found from Rosago's body, warmed in his hand, and painted with the symbol of the sun.

"What is this?" Klein tried to ask in a normal tone.

"The magical item corresponding to the notary." The bodyguard lady floated closer and said succinctly.

"Spoils of war, you choose first."

Crane restrained his heartache and spoke politely.

At this moment, the strange light on Rosago's body precipitated, slowly converging into a dark and pupilless eye.

Miss Bodyguard's gaze swept over the extraordinary properties that had just been condensed, then floated in front of Crane, took the notarial deed, paused, and pulled away two more paper figures.

"I didn't contribute much, and the stuff over there should be useful to you."

Klein's heart was filled with gratitude to Miss Bodyguard for a moment, and his joy overflowed, and he almost couldn't control himself from laughing.

Klein happily picked up the shining dark eyes, sealed them with an iron cigarette case, and then said directly:

"I'll dispose of the corpse."

"I'll do it."

Like a ghost, the bodyguard lady possessed and manipulated the terrifying corpse, pieced together herself, and then walked out the door step by step.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this magic lamp can also be done, and it can be handled better, and it won't scare children when going out in broad daylight.

Klein relaxed all of a sudden, sat down on the sofa, and suddenly, he remembered something, so he whispered into the magic lamp on the coffee table:

"Why did you attack Rosago, I ......"

"I'd like to show him some of my tricks." The lamp god immediately heard a somewhat arrogant voice.

"That...... I didn't actually ask you to do it, I mean...... I think...... The young lady and I can still give it a try......"

Klein's words were not fluent, although he pretended to be his face, he was actually weak inside.

Suddenly, Crane heard a slight click, and the iron cigarette case that was set aside was opened by an invisible hand, and the pupilless eyes surging with dark brilliance inside, swished, and threw themselves into the magic lamp.

No!

Crane didn't care about anything else, hurriedly picked up the magic lamp, turned the lamp body upside down, and shook it vigorously twice, but there was nothing.

He put down the lamp heavily, and in the end he didn't throw the abominable lamp out hard.

Klein looked sadly at the materials on the coffee table and a few banknotes, and muttered to himself:

"So, after a busy circle, I only got these dozen pounds in cash?"

Just after Klein had completely accepted his fate, and was in the mood for divination and getting that Mr. Ambassador had returned to the realm of faith, the white paper on the coffee table suddenly appeared in a row, spread out in front of Klein, the pen moved left and right, and a line of handwriting appeared:

"I can provide the potion recipe for the soothsayer's pathway sequence seven."

Klein perked up and hurriedly said:

"What do I have to pay to get it?"

"800 pounds."

Well, it's not expensive, the last time the woman who sold weapons gave Sequence Eight a potion recipe was 800 pounds.

But the thing is, I'm only a hundred pounds right now.

"That, can I owe it first, I will make money and pay it back as soon as possible." Klein said embarrassedly.

But where am I going to earn those 800 pounds?

Another piece of white paper came out, and the round-bellied pen worked hard to write:

"On September 27, 1349, Sherlock Moriarty owed the god of lights eight hundred gold pounds for the purchase of the seven potions recipe of the soothsayer's pathway."

The pen moved to the lower right corner, and the word "signature" was written again, and then automatically jumped into Klein's hand.

Crane stared blankly at the pen in his hand, suspecting that he was hallucinating.

After a long hesitation, Klein wrote down the name of this identity, and then watched in a daze as the IOU folded itself into the magic lamp.

An illusory piece of parchment appeared before his eyes.

"Sequence Seven Magician ......"