No performance was found on Emlyn, and Klein was slightly disappointed.

Fortunately, he made a little money, which made him feel a lot better.

Klein is like a budding new actor, suffering from no popularity and background, he can't be favored by a big director, so he can only hollow out his mind and forcibly add drama to himself.

Klein pondered whether there was room for Dr. Allen's bad luck and Talim's friend falling in love with someone he shouldn't love.

Use the sun brooch to make holy water, give Eren a village wizard exorcism ritual, and then dance a "spirit dance"?

I don't know which one of Talim's friends shouldn't be, if they fall in love with the same sex, or if they can give one of them an assassin's potion, I can still sell it for some money.

What the hell was I thinking, Klein turned his attention to the newspaper in his hand.

"Shocked! The Baroness was brutally murdered in her home! Is it a distortion of human nature, or a degradation of morality! ”

Klein unfolded the newspaper to put more content in front of him.

"Baroness Duboise, who lives in Queens, was brutally murdered last night, the murder scene was extremely brutal and bloody, and all the internal organs of the victim were removed......"

"At present, the West Villas Field has dispatched senior inspectors to solve the case and investigate, and I believe that the vicious murderer will be arrested soon."

"Written by Mike Joseph, a special correspondent for this newspaper."

Beckland is so unsafe for ordinary people. No wonder Mike temporarily changed the time of his visit to the East End, it turned out that there was a vicious homicide.

Crane flipped through the other pages, and was pleasantly surprised to find a message for Mr. Wise Eye's gathering tomorrow night.

Early the next morning, Mike's reporter arrived as scheduled.

Upon further into the Eastside, Klein found it darker and more miserable than he remembered.

Passing by a dilapidated house, the two heard the uncontrollable sobs and whimpering of a young girl, and the loud and vicious scolding of a middle-aged woman, which was full of helplessness and pain.

Old Kohler, who led the way for the two, sighed when he heard this, and said:

"It was a widow with two girls herself, who made a living by pulpping and washing, and although life was also very difficult, she still sent her little daughter to the free school of the church, and this little daughter, who was lost a few days ago, probably was abducted. It's a poor man. ”

Looking for someone, this is my area of expertise, Klein couldn't bear it, and took the initiative to speak:

"Maybe we can ask for the specifics, I'm a detective, Mike is a journalist, we should all be able to help."

Klein casually pulled up a reason, got the missing girl Daisy's word book, and planned to start a metaphysical search as soon as he returned.

Mike also said that he would contact his friends at the police station and ask them to look for him.

After finishing the visit, sending Mike out of the East End safely, and getting the commission money, Klein didn't go home immediately, covered the head of the cane with a word book, and began to reason.

The cane fell and was lifted and lifted and lifted and fell, until at last it pointed firmly to a large villa with a garden and lawn.

Klein looked inside, and his spiritual intuition immediately fed back to him a sense of danger.

Strange, I'm all sequence 7, how can I think it's so dangerous? I've found a new Aurora den? I don't have the extraordinary properties of Bishop Rose.

Let's investigate the side first, if it's really the Aurora Club, I'll want to report them.

Back home, Crane couldn't wait to go above the gray fog and re-examine Daisy's current situation, to confirm if there was still time for him to prepare a little more, after all, magicians don't do unprepared performances.

……

In Jowood, in an ordinary apartment, a man with dark brown hair is screaming in a burst of screams, his movement is limited by extraordinary abilities, and his spirit is on the verge of depletion.

"What is the purpose of your visit to Beckland?"

The man's lips twitched, but he didn't make a sound.

"Why are you investigating the man in the portrait?"

The gray-haired old man continued to ask, and his tone was extremely stern.

"I want to do bounty missions and earn some money to spend, what's wrong?"

The man gasped and replied hoarsely.

"Hmph, it's better for you to be honest, I'm very good at performing throwing knives."

The man wanted to find some more reason, and the old man continued:

"We don't really want to hurt you, but if you resist, we'll have to be psychic."

"I know that the Morse Ascetic Society can make some special members unable to be channeled even if they die, I don't know if you belong to one of them."

The man was silent, and from being raided to being caught, the man had already guessed through the extraordinary abilities used by the other party that the other party should be a member of the elemental dawn who had been fighting against the organization.

The street lights outside the window have long been lit, the cold night of early winter is not too deep, and the crimson is hidden behind the gloomy and dark clouds, whether it is the protection of justice or the persecution of crime, it has absorbed the nutrients of this bustling metropolis and stubbornly grows.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound interrupted the unpleasant conversation in the room, and the old man glanced at the bound man, then walked to the window and looked out.

The western sky is ablaze, illuminating the sky in a mix of red and orange.

"It's not far from here, I don't know what's going on."

The old man looked at it for a while, and suddenly a gust of wind howled towards the explosion, and then the color of the west dimmed, and the sky returned to a deep black.

But in an instant, there were silver-white lightning bolts with teeth and claws snaking and crawling.

When all the visions were gone, the old man walked back to the center of the room and continued to interrogate the recalcitrant man.

……

Above the gray mist, Klein, who had changed his clothes with one click, had changed to the default model, and after divining Daisy's safety, he couldn't help but smile happily as he looked at the two extraordinary characteristics in front of him that exuded a strong spiritual brilliance.

In the budget hotel in the Beckland Bridge district, Klein's consciousness returned, and the gentle candlelight filled the room with a thick shadow under the only beds and tables.

He quickly packed up the rest of the ritual, picked up the sweet iced tea, and took a big sip.

It's so sweet.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, he looked around quickly, and then deliberately looked under the bed and under the table, and then showed a very confused expression.

The magic lamp is gone!

Crane took the sweet iced tea and thought hard.

I remember that before I summoned myself, I checked all the belongings I had with me, and at that time, the magic lamp was still quietly in my pocket.

Klein felt relaxed for a while, reluctant for a while, and he didn't know if he wanted it to leave, or if he had to worry about the magic lamp at any time, just like before.

After sitting for a while, Crane finally stood up, left the inn, and walked to the Bar of the Brave, where he attended the meeting of the old man with the Eyes of Wisdom.