It's Monday again, and Crane, who came to the gray mist in advance, is playing with the true body of Mr. World, and suddenly thinks that after being promoted, he should be able to divinate potion formulas through extraordinary characteristics.

"Master of Secret Puppets...... Spirit Thread...... Mermaid ......"

Where to find mermaids? I don't know if the magic lamp knows this......

After staring silently at the extraordinary properties in his hand for a long time, he suddenly appeared on a piece of parchment and wrote down the divination sentences.

"The result of the wishes of the previous owners of the Wishing Lamp."

Crane closed his eyes again, but as expected, a fragmented gray mist filled the air, and it didn't make a valid picture.

Klein unconsciously began to tap on the table, and after thinking for a while, the handwriting on the parchment suddenly changed, forming a new divination statement:

"I'm in danger of using the Wishing Lantern to make a wish."

The citrine pendulum hung over the paper, and Crane repeated it over and over again, and the pendulum began to turn slowly, clockwise.

There's a lesser danger, which doesn't match what Arodes said.

In the majestic and empty palace, one after another figures emerged, and the last tarot meeting in 1349 began on time.

……

Red Rose Manor.

Prince Edsak sighed silently, broke the silence, and said in a deep voice:

"I got it......"

Getting the investigation report that Klein had prepared, he turned his head and instructed the old butler:

"You send Detective Moriarty out......"

Crane grew more and more anxious as he was one step away from the stage, and he quietly followed the old butler's manor, which seemed to him as terrible as an abyss.

Sitting in the carriage and watching the gate of the Red Rose Manor grow smaller and smaller, Crane breathed a long sigh of relief.

As soon as I went back, I immediately packed up my things, pretended to leave, and then changed my face, and found a random town around Beckland for a few days, and asked Sharon if they could make a fake identity, and waited for the magic lamp by the way, if ...... I went to the sea alone in search of mermaids.

Suddenly, the carriage door opened without wind, and a woman's figure in a complicated and heavy dress appeared out of thin air, and the huge sapphire on her fair, slender and beautiful fingers quickly met Klein's eyes.

All of Crane's cold hairs exploded, sweat dripping from every pore, his back slightly arched, his muscles tense, ready to rush out of the carriage through the window.

For a moment, Klein began to regret exchanging the magic lamp for the potion material, after all, only a level 0 seal could compete with a level 0 seal.

yes, why would I want to trade the magic lamp for potion materials? I'll be able to get the bounty from the Heart of the Machine in a few days.

I've been arranged!

Klein felt the chill like a poisonous snake climbing all the way up his spine.

The woman who suddenly appeared, raised her round and beautiful face, and Klein blurted out:

"Triss!"

Somehow, Crane suddenly remembered that he had also thought that if Talim's friends liked the same sex, he could sell one of them an assassin potion.

Talim, I'm probably going to play cards with you...... No, should I go to the Dark Heaven or the Perfect Land?

"I knew you knew me!"

Triss smiled happily and sweetly.

"Report me to the Night Watchman, the Punisher, and the Machine Heart, and let them hurry up and arrest me!"

"I've been renamed Tris-Cheek by them now."

"I ......"

Before Crane could curse, he snapped his fingers with his left hand, and clusters of flames rose into the depths of the woods.

Abba's help!

summoned the Bone Messenger, and quickly told Miss Justice to report it to the Night Church immediately.

As soon as he returned to reality, he saw several raging flames streak across the sky, and the crimson in his pupils rapidly expanded, covering all his vision in an instant.

"Hold the grass!" Words that had not really been spoken were finally unspoken, and the wild horses were galloping out.

Like a real clown, Klein jumps above the blazing sea of fire, staging a thrilling salute of life.

I really don't want to be cremated.

Suddenly, the whole world seemed to freeze, and his vision blurred, and in an instant, the heavens and the earth turned upside down, and the red distorted, and Crane felt that he was suddenly hooked by something, shuttling through the chaotic space with an irresistible momentum, and he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him.

Then, Crane was thrown out of nowhere, and he was dizzy and nauseous, and it took a while for him to recover and find that he had reached what seemed to be an outskirts of Beckland.

A golden oil lamp was being grasped in his hand.

"How's it going, isn't it just right?"

Crane heard the joy and triumph.

"Hmm...... Thank you! It's just a little dizzy. ”

"Men just want to drive fast!"

Klein's heart moved, and he asked:

"It's ...... What do you mean? ”

"What Russell said, everyone who understands understands ......"

"Do you know him well?" Crane asked casually.

"Well, he once owned me."

"And then?"

"And then he died."

After a brief silence, the colors in front of Klein's eyes suddenly became abruptly vivid, like a strange oil painting slowly unfolding.

A figure in a silk top hat and a black gown outlined out, and he looked at Klein with brown eyes full of vicissitudes, and then showed a gentle smile, and said:

"I thought I was late again, last time, sorry."

"Mr. Azik!"

Klein watched with delight as familiar people belonging to Tingen's representative memories appeared in front of him.

"What happened?"

"It was Tingen who arranged my fate, the man who killed me, and he came to Beckland again, and I was inadvertently involved, and was almost burned to ashes by a meteorite just now."

Klein briefly summarized what had happened, and then added, "I got a magical item that suddenly took me out of the fire. ”

As he spoke, Crane took the lamp to his chest and handed it to Mr. Azik.

Azk didn't reach out to take it, he stared at the magic lamp in front of him for a while, and muttered to himself:

"I saw it when I was a kid."

"In my father's palace."

After a long silence, Azik's confused affection was somewhat restrained, and he said solemnly to Klein:

"Don't make a wish to it."

"Did it help you recover your memory? I can leave it to you for a while. ”

Azk suddenly laughed, and he said mildly:

"No, I don't have much of an impression of it, but Crane, you must not give it to anyone, because other people's wishes should accumulate on you by now."

"It is said that the bearer can make ten wishes for it, but when the third, sixth, or ninth wishes are made, it will die a strange and miserable death."

"For some extraordinary people in special ways, there are conditions or restrictions on resurrection from the dead, so don't be curious to try."

"I see." Klein replied sincerely.