Completely calmed down, Crane returned to reality, and the corpses of the Aurora Society members were lying upright on the ground, with no wounds on their bodies.

Crane looked around the room, and there were traces of the aftermath of the battle.

He frowned at the indelible trace, and touched his face that had not been concealed too much, which would definitely be located by the official extraordinary.

Originally, I just wanted to come and see, but I didn't want to fight, if it wasn't for the magic lamp...... I knew I was going to fight, so I used Rosago's extraordinary characteristics to change my face in advance, so did I just give up my current identity and escape from Beckland?

Crane picked up the magic lamp with a complicated expression, and for a moment, he really wanted to throw it into the Tasok River.

"What are you worried about, as long as your broken copper whistle can interfere with divination, I can't?"

"Pick up your loot and keep it for sale!"

Klein briefly dealt with the scene, took the extraordinary characteristics of the new harvest, and went straight to the one-bedroom apartment he had rented in the East End.

Sitting in a humble room, resting for a while, Crane once again went to the gray mist and brought with him the extraordinary properties he had gained.

Summing up the gains and losses, Klein only felt a contradiction, and the way of thinking of the magic lamp was different from that of normal people, and he suddenly went crazy every time.

I can't expect seals to have brains, especially this one, which is only half a brain, which is really a headache.

I've always been out of step with the magic lamp because I'm not reckless enough.

Crane thought aimlessly for a moment, then divined when the night watchman would act, and got a hint for tomorrow night.

Early in the morning, on the way back to 15 Minsk Street, Klein met an old homeless man.

The old man's struggle to stay alive made Crane feel depressed and sad from the bottom of his heart.

In the cheap café, the old man tells his ordinary and unfortunate story.

Crane, who has always been frugal, longs for a copper penny to be broken in half, and does not want to pay back the lamp god money, took out a large handful of copper pennies and gave them to the other party.

"You can only change a person's fate slightly, and you may not even be able to change it, there are people like him in every corner of the East Side and the whole world."

The voice came from the dark blue pocket.

"I don't know what I'm able to do."

"Perhaps...... If it had been Russell the Great, he might have held Capital in one hand and a manifesto in the other, sang the Internationale, and set off a red revolution. ”

Klein smiled self-deprecatingly and walked back to the dirty streets of the East End.

"What would you like to do if you were capable?"

Wang Zichuan asked curiously.

"Probably...... So that everyone can live with anticipation for tomorrow. ”

"And then?"

And then ...... Then I went back to my hometown and got married. ”

Back on Minsk Street, after attending the banquet at the Sammer family, Klein stayed at home all afternoon, resting well, and prepared to go in the evening to watch the judgment of sin.

As the night wore on, Crane took a makeshift clown mask to the clock tower at the East Bailang Dockyard.

Climbing the stairs to the top of the bell tower, Klein waited quietly in the small brick-red two-story building of the dock workers' quarters.

The clown mask laughs silently in the thick of the night, the cool mist dips into the reddish darkness, and the bell tower towers into the clouds like an empty floating city, leaving Crane buried in sorrow, nostalgia, pain, hatred, and loneliness.

Wang Zichuan and Klein stood side by side, feeling the person next to him enveloped in a thick negative emotion, and he seriously thought about what he could say.

Suddenly, they saw a huge black airship flying from the north, and it flew silently, like a monstrous beast born out of the darkness.

Klein's heart beat faster, his eyes widened, and he looked hard at the small red building, although he certainly couldn't see what was going on inside, he still kept thinking about various scenes in his mind, imagining how the night watchmen would solve Lanrius.

Wang Zichuan suddenly spoke:

"I'll take you to see the live version, it's not a good seat here."

Klein's mood was interrupted for a moment, he thought for a moment, and said:

"The night watchmen have a lot of magic tricks that will be discovered."

"Hey, if I had been found out casually, I'd be locked up in the basement of the church headquarters."

Wang Zichuan said in a nonchalant tone.

"Your goddess has not yet sent a servant to explain ...... Hey. ”

"Hurry up, hurry up, the show is about to start, and I hate people who hesitate and grind the most."

Klein felt that the space around him was chaotic, up and down, left and right, front and back were not what he understood, the rules seemed to be reset, his body seemed to be integrated into the spirit world, and it seemed to be still in reality, he was taken with random steps, a sway, a blurred and distorted brick red appeared in front of his eyes, and then his vision suddenly became clear, and he stood in front of the door of the dock worker's dormitory.

"Go inside, hide in the corner, as long as you don't let the battle directly affect you, no one will be able to find you."

Crane took out a gold coin from his coat pocket, and the gold coin was bounced high and fell, and Crane glanced at it before walking towards the interior of the small building.

Through a strange barrier, Crane felt like he was in a somewhat unreal world.

He saw familiar and unfamiliar figures in black trench coats, and saw the man at the head, with short blond-brown hair and gloves as red as blood, who was none other than Her Excellency Sessima, the sword of the goddess, who had come to Tingen to examine and give him the clown potion.

The figure emerging from the shadows was quickly killed by the night watchmen, and at that moment, a man with an angular face and an indifferent expression walked down from the second floor.

Lanrius!

Klein recognized him immediately, but what puzzled him was that he had the impression that Laneus had a rather soft facial line.

Cessima's first question was raised.

Lanrius suddenly pulled open his shirt and shirt, revealing the crimson flesh of the upside-down figure between his chest and abdomen.

The breath of the gods was like a mountain and a sea, crushing all the living beings present.

Crane trembled, his knees weakened, and he was about to fall to his knees involuntarily, and unforgettable memories flashed in his mind one after another, and he closed his eyes and did not dare to look directly.

Suddenly, he felt that the feeling of being looked down and crushed was isolated from the invisible chaos, and a continuous picture appeared in his mind.

Two stick figures, figures standing, one with a golden-brown dot and a line on the upper body, which seems to indicate a sword, and the other with a black dot on the top, and the upper body painted black and red.

The villain with the sword rushed forward, and the villain on the opposite side greeted him, and the two villains staggered back and forth, and fought with funny colors.

Klein almost burst out laughing, with a sense of absurd unreality.

A deep, distant quiet darkness poured out, engulfing the power of depraved filth, and Crane felt the chaotic power that had enveloped him vanish, and he was able to open his eyes again.

Cessima's hands were on the ground, struggling to support him, and Ranrius stood upright on the stairs, seemingly unable to move.

Suddenly, Lanerus burst out laughing wildly.

"Haha, haha, thank you!"

Lanerus is not dead!

Klein immediately wanted to rush up and stop him.