It was dark and the sun was dim.

Klein jumped all the way, and as the mountain continued to descend, in the distance, he could hear the rumbling of the water of the great river, which was the Tasok River.

"Whoosh! Sou! Sou! ”

Countless wind blades slashed towards Klein like spiraling knives, almost slicing a plate of famous dishes from him.

Crane narrowly escaped with a hunch and agility.

Mr. A, who came after him, was angry with the sky, and the red robe made of blood was windless, which made the master's face more and more bewitching.

A puddle of flesh exploded, and the trees and rocks were corroded, and Crane didn't dodge, only a few bits of blood were splattered, and he grinned in pain.

He kept igniting dead branches and weeds, jumping back and forth in the flames.

Angry that Mr. A, who had lost flesh all the way, suddenly solidified an ice crystal spear in his hand, and it braved the slightest chill to head straight at Crane.

Wherever the ice gun went, the frost condensed into layers of thin ice, and Crane only used a slight force in his palm to tear off a piece of skin, and the pain in his heart made Crane jump into the air without saying a word, dodging the attack.

In the afterglow, he saw Mr. A's cruel smile, as well as a familiar figure and a gloating expression.

Suddenly, his nose itched, his head throbbed, his breath was hot, and countless threads of spiritual intuition wound around him.

With snaps of fingers and flames, Klein found himself on the edge of a cliff with the rushing Tasok River below.

I never imagined that I would be forced to jump off the cliff one day, but I couldn't know if I could pick up the martial arts cheats, or meet a reclusive master to pass on my magic skills.

"Plop!"

Klein jumped into the icy water.

Just when he thought he could get out of the fight, he saw Mr. A, who was covered in scales and a red and bloody robe, and who looked like a carp, staring at him hatefully.

Behind him, the Lamp God admired Klein's tragic condition with a satisfied expression.

Lamp God, save me again! I promise not to throw you away.

Suddenly, a soft figure of a woman quickly sketched in the air, and she looked at Mr. A with a blank gaze, and saw that Mr. A seemed to have turned into a pencil drawing, which was quickly erased by the eraser.

Then, she looked at Klein.

Klein's heart was beating for a while, and my life was at stake.

The woman slowly tugged at the corners of her mouth, hooked upward, and smiled.

Then, turning her head slightly, as if to the air, she nodded slightly.

Instantly, her figure faded and disappeared in place, as if in a dream, and there was no Mr. A or this woman in the dream.

Crane came back to his senses and found that the lamp god had restrained his indecent smile and came to his side.

He couldn't help but speak:

"The ...... Who is He? ”

The lamp god gave him a blank look, and said in a vicious voice:

"It's your mother."

Crane didn't have time to make a fire to dry his clothes, he cheekily asked for the extravagant hand warmer from the magic lamp, endured the fever and the cold night wind, and hurried away, he had to find a place where there were people as soon as possible, that was the home of the Facelings.

Really, such a trivial matter, still angry, didn't take the initiative to take me away, I saw that he was very happy to see me beaten by Mr. A just now, really cautious.

Suddenly, all the colors in Crane's eyes suddenly became rich and vivid, and the figure of Azik appeared in front of him.

Klein immediately smiled heartily and said with concern:

"Mr. Azik, you're not hurt, are you?"

"Hmm...... With a slight injury, it took a lot of time to get rid of that high-ranking existence in the spirit realm. ”

"Ince Zangwilli and 008 ran away together."

The two walked and talked, and the cold wind of the deep winter evening no longer seemed so uncomfortable.

Finally, Azik smiled and said:

"It's a pity I can't invite you to dinner."

Inside a hotel in a small town just outside of Beckland.

Klein had just changed into dry and tidy clothes when he heard layers of illusory supplications.

Is it a lady, Miss Justice? She wants to report to Mr. Fool on the progress of the follow-up incident?

Coming to the gray mist, Crane clicked on the prayer light spot and saw Miss Justice in a large bathroom.

Klein felt that it was bigger than his living room at 15 Minsk Street.

Audrey spoke quickly:

"I informed the Church of the Goddess about Prince Edssac and the witch Trischik, and I haven't heard anything about it yet."

"The Psychological Alchemy Society's treasury has been stolen, and I have been asked to find a suitable reason to go to their designated place to be examined right now."

A treasure trove stolen? That must have been done by the god of lights!

A treasure trove of large organizations! How many extraordinary items and materials must be there, according to the character of the god of light, there must be nothing left, it's miserable.

Isn't there a myriad of extraordinary properties in the lamp god now? Wouldn't it be that all the promotion materials of all the people in the entire Tarot Club are there?

"When you arrive, look for an opportunity to pray or touch the marks on your hands."

After responding to Miss Justice, Klein picked up the glove of human skin that Mr. Azik had given him, a wriggling hunger, an extraordinary object with the property of being alive.

When it was outside, it was always full of malice, exuding a sense of hunger that chose to eat people, and when it came to the gray mist, it lay there meekly, motionless, and did not dare to shout a word of hunger.

This is the attitude that a magical item with the characteristics of being alive should have, and the attitude of the magic lamp is not right.

If you don't take him to the gray fog to educate him, forget it, I think even here, he will dare to beat me.

Back in reality, Crane asks about the magic lamp that pretends to be dead while drying his banknotes.

"What's in the treasure trove of the Psychological Alchemy Society?"

"There's everything, if you see it, I won't give it to you if I throw it away."

Klein saw a pile of colorful splendor appear on the inn's humble table, and then disappear one by one.

Klein laughed twice and didn't pick up the topic.

"I'm going to leave Beckland and go out on the sea in search of mermaids."

"I can do it all, everywhere, when you become a demigod, you will come with me to Fenerport."

"Where to do what?"

"What else can I do, go and find something, can I go eat noodles?"

……

Deep in the East End, in a dilapidated apartment.

Old Kohler, with a large bowl of steaming potato stew and ham soup, walked briskly to a dirty, broken table and laid it down, with some brown bread on it.

He sat down happily, scooping a spoonful of the sweet starch and spicy fat flavor of the soup and putting it directly into his mouth.

In this New Year, he was alone, tasting the taste of happiness and hope.

"Praise be to the Goddess!"

Old Kohler tapped four times on his chest.

"Kudos to Detective Moriarty as well and wish him a wonderful holiday."

Old Kohler smiled, dipped the delicious soup in black bread, put it in his mouth, forked another piece of ham, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it vigorously, the salty aroma exploded in his taste buds, and he enjoyed the pleasure of satisfying the desires that originated from human instinct.