Some people will have a strong desire to show off after doing something they think is very powerful, so most villains talk a lot.

Of course, it could also be that he is using words to induce and disintegrate the will of the enemy.

Ranrius explained his state and the source of his divinity to Cesima, and took the opportunity to restore his state in order to kill the Nightwatchmen who he thought were stupid and an eyesore.

When Crane saw Lanerus draw his bone sword and prepare to stab at Seisima, he decided to rush out regardless of it, and all the consequences could be considered later.

Wang Zichuan uncharacteristically grabbed him, and said softly in his usual unorthodox tone:

"They will be fine, the goddess of the night is watching over them."

"The rats are going to die where they should be. When he escapes, you can chase him and kill him with your own hands. ”

Klein calmed down all of a sudden.

Anger overwhelmed my sanity, I'm not such a reckless person.

Klein steadied himself and whispered back:

"If I throw the magic lamp like a throwing knife, can I crush Laneus to death?"

And Lanerus saw that the night watchman in front of him still had the ability to resist, so he no longer hesitated and ran away decisively.

He expertly opened the manhole cover on the side of the street and entered the sewer.

"I'm telling you, the rats in the thief's path like to get into the sewers."

Wang Zichuan thought of Hazel, her demigod teacher, and Lan Erus in front of him, and said with a sigh.

Crane didn't care what the god of lights said, he cautiously followed Lanrius and followed him into the dark sewers.

Ranlius struck down the sewers with skill and speed, when suddenly, instinctively, he deflected his body, and a card slashed through his shoulder, plunging into the wall.

Ranus turned around in shock, saw the figure chasing after him, raised his arm again, and threw out the card in his hand.

Wang Zichuan watched in silence as Klein calmly made a move, and he couldn't see that his emotions were out of control just now.

This time, he didn't intervene at will, leaving Klein alone to vent his pent-up emotions.

The battle went as expected, Klein was victorious, and his sins were judged.

Crane's suppressed emotions gushed out like a volcano, and he couldn't help laughing and crying.

……

Back in his rented one-bedroom apartment in the East End, Crane immediately performed a ritual and moved all the relevant items to the gray mist, and Crane leaned back on the bed, his mind and spirit gradually calmed down.

A faint crimson outside the window reflected through the window on the head of the bed, and Crane looked up at the red moon hanging high, and suddenly remembered a sentence.

"Look up at the bright moon, bow your head and think of your hometown."

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly he wanted to talk to someone.

"What's the coat of arms of Ranrius?"

"I don't know when I'll have the strength to get revenge on Ince Zangwill."

"When will I get the magician's master material?"

"The money hasn't landed yet, is there any good way to make money?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile again, if I were still on Earth, I should have often thought about how to make money, but it was certainly not as urgent as it is now.

"The coat of arms of Ranrius is a token of the Thieves' Path to the Extraordinary, who call themselves the hermits of fate, and are in fact a group of Amun victims."

"Amon? The great noble families of the Quaternary? ”

"Yes, he is an angel of the thief's path, and he likes to persecute the extraordinary of this path."

O angels......

"Do you know the name of the organization that is secretly influencing the situation in the world?"

Crane followed the words of the lamp god and casually asked questions based on Russell's diary.

"I know, but I think it's best not to tell you right now that the angels of the audience have the property of 'everything that is said will be known,' so that may cause you to be watched by certain beings."

No wonder Russell didn't even dare to mention the name of that organization in his diary.

Crane just chatted with the Lamp God about issues that shouldn't have been discussed at the level of his sequence.

……

In the morning, Klein woke up lazily from his humble bed, much brighter than the sky outside the window.

Back at 15 Minsk Street, where a beautiful lunch was made, Klein kept his good mood and went into the gray fog with the extraordinary characteristics of a short-term rental.

Using the knowledge from Russell's diary to "prostitute" another potion master material, Crane ended the party satisfied, and only waited for the scheduled arrival to be promoted.

For the next few days, Klein didn't receive any new commissions, except for a visit to Raypard's house to check on the progress of the bike, and spent the rest of the time at the cragg club, where there was free food and drink.

It wasn't until Wednesday night that Klein finally mustered together all the materials and made it to Sequence Seven.

Tomorrow night's gathering of the old gentleman of the Eye of Wisdom, I can still sell the pith crystals of the Elven Fountain to the smelly pharmacist and make a small profit.

I've had all my luck since I killed Lanrius, Crane thought happily.

Outside the window, the crimson crescent moon, half-hidden behind the clouds and mist, seemed to be alive, and it quickly came out of the shadows, and the blood-red outline quickly spread to fullness, and in an instant it was crimson and bright, red as blood.

"Blood Moon."

"This world is really weird, the rules of physics and most of the common sense are the same as on Earth, just add the occult and it becomes weird."

Admiring the clear and peaceful night sky and the bright red moon outside the window, Crane suddenly heard the sound of illusory supplication echoing in layers.

Klein immediately took four steps backwards to the gray mist to see where the prayer was coming from.

After adding a new member to the Tarot Society, Crane returns to reality and decides to ask the magic lamp when he remembers the full moon whispering that Miss Magician said.

Anyway, it seems to know everything, and if Miss Magician wants to pay the price to understand the root of the babbling, Mr. Fool can't answer, doesn't it seem that this fool is very bad.

I went downstairs to the living room, where the room was brightly lit by the crimson moonlight.

It's so bright that you don't need to turn on the lights.

Klein sat down on the couch and whispered:

"Do you know the source of the whispers that some extraordinary people will hear during the full moon?"

Crane waited for a moment, but didn't hear an answer from the magic lamp.

Hey? What about the god of lights? Does the lamp god also sleep at night?

Klein picked up the magic lamp, shook it up and down twice, and asked suspiciously:

"Absent?"

"Say!"

Wang Zichuan quickly got out of the magic lamp and said angrily:

"Are you polite?"

Klein sneered and said:

"I'd like to ask about the full moon whispering."

"That's Bethel, the patriarch of House Abraham, who was banished by the Night and the Tyrant, and who will exert influence on his own bloodline during the full moon."

"Is His title Mr. Men?"

"Yes, the door is the name at the top of the sequence of apprenticeship pathways."

I know the name of a sequence 0 again!

"Is He saving then?"

"Hehe, yes and no, I can't answer this question, I'm afraid you'll get a headshot if you hear it."