Come with the excitement and return with the defeat.

The two of them took advantage of the night and returned to the Blue Wind Hotel.

I'll have to go back and play Latisia later, Crane thought as he went upstairs.

As soon as I came upstairs, I heard a familiar voice.

"Latisia, did you sleep? I got a piece of material you mentioned earlier, would you like to take a look at it? ”

Depend on......

This pit is going to be bad sooner or later!

Klein secretly screamed that it was not good, but due to Gelman's character, he still had to walk steadily to the room step by step.

Closing the bedroom door, Crane quickly opened the window and entered the next room, then quickly changed his clothes and face.

Daniz looked at Gelman's door that closed without saying a word, and sighed again, a madman is a madman! He thought, it's not too late, why don't you go to the bar and see the strippers?

Klein recalled Latisia's style of acting, calmed down a moment, and replied in a flat tone:

"Not yet."

Then he walked to the door and opened the door.

Lazaric walked in with a box in his hand and a smile on his face.

Klein stubbornly imitated Laticia's attitude, and talked to Lazaric for half an hour before sending him away, feeling so tired that he didn't want to talk at all.

Only the quick-digesting potion gave Klein a little comfort.

The next day, Daniz found that Gelman was gone again, and he had to sleep in his room, having not only watched the dancers last night, but also went to the casino for half the night.

In the evening, Crane played the role of Latisia this time, and put all the spell casting materials and scrolls made in the past two days into his pocket.

Latisia's clothes are specially treated and there are hidden pockets everywhere.

A true scroll professor can accommodate the scrolls he makes in the spirit, but the number is limited, otherwise it would be difficult for a scroll professor to carry a large number of scrolls and walk normally among ordinary people.

As the night wore on, Klein lay down in bed, thinking that he would get a good night's sleep tonight.

At night in Byam, there is often a very bright red moon and scattered stars looming.

An old man with gray hair, dressed in clerical robes and a floppy hat, was followed by a group of natives with sea snake tattoos, painted in oil paint, and carrying guns.

There were two other figures in the group who did not hold a gun, one burly with a black cloak whose face could not be seen clearly, and the other with bare arms and a hideous blue sea serpent tattooed on them.

The group made their way to the outside of the Blue Wind Hotel with little disguise.

"I'm in charge of the woman, and you two go deal with the three men. I'll pull them into a dream first, control them, and you guys shoot them directly. ”

As soon as the group approached the hotel, Klein woke up from his sleep.

"What's going on?"

"The believers of Kavituwa have come here, probably for the Book of Scourges."

The god of lights answered him directly.

Crane quickly got up, equipping the casting materials and scrolls.

"That'...... Am I ready to end Latisia's identity? The feedback that this identity has brought to me is not as much as it was at the beginning. ”

Klein gets excited, he's had enough of Lazarik's pestering.

He heard the sound of many people rushing into the hotel together, and felt an invisible force seeping in, pulling him into the dream.

In a trance, Klein seemed to see the scene where he, the captain, and Kornley came downstairs with Mrs. Sharon.

A nightmare?

Klein entered the dream, keeping Latissia's appearance, when an old man with gray hair suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Where did you put the items you got from the ruins?"

The old man's eyes were full of tyranny and madness, which was completely opposite to the nightmares he had remembered.

There was no confusion or panic in Latisia's blue-gray eyes, and she calmly lit a scroll.

"Click!"

A bolt of lightning struck the old man's soft hat, causing his figure to shake and his strength to collapse.

"You ......"

"Da Da Da!"

Crane's thoughts had just returned to his body when he was met with a shuttle bullet.

Cheating, how can you carry a gun in a competition of extraordinary abilities.

The flames rose and Crane appeared behind the man with the gun, leaving only a scrap of paper flying in its place.

"Quack!"

Klein twisted the neck of the man with the gun.

Because there was no head covering, the blue-gray eyes suddenly met a pair of pitch-black eyes without the whites of the eyes.

Klein's thoughts calmed down suddenly, and the movements of his hands stopped.

Invisible fluctuations overflowed from the old man's body, and the night became darker, and a sense of tranquility enveloped Crane, who felt that all his desires, emotions, and even thoughts had disappeared, and the whole person was in a transcendent silence.

A hideous expression appeared on the old man's gloomy face, and he raised a dagger that looked like a monster's fangs, and a sizzling electric light was entwined with it.

He strode over to Klein, raised his arms high, and was about to thrust in.

"Latisia!"

"Bang!"

A figure slammed into him, and the old man was caught off guard, unable to dodge, and was knocked away several meters at once.

Klein immediately regained his thoughts, and just wanted to snap his fingers and give this requiem a shuttle of air bullets.

Seeing that Lazaric had just stabilized his figure, he looked at it eagerly with worried eyes.

Crane threw a handful of powder, and a large flame suddenly rose up, entangled with the old man.

The old man slashed at his chest with a fanged dagger, and an invisible curtain of blue water blocked in front of him, drowning out the flames that rushed in.

Crane avoided looking the old man in the eye as he pondered what other scrolls could come in handy.

Lazaric is a little in the way, how can I fake my death and get out?

"Be careful not to look him in the eye, you go outside, this is not what you can participate in this sequence right now."

"But ......"

"No, get out!"

As he spoke, Crane lit another scroll.

A light green light burst out, piercing through the curtain of water that was about to dissipate, and striking the old man, causing him to fall into a brief paralysis.

Another scroll was ignited, and a crystal clear streamer hung down from the top of the old man's head, and the light fell on the old man who was paralyzed in place, turning into solid ice, freezing it in it.

Suddenly, a blinding electric light flashed in the ice, and cracks spread rapidly from the inside out.

"Whoa!"

The ice shattered, and the old man was freed.

Seeing another light green light shoot out again, the old man raised his fanged dagger, and the tip once again condensed silver-white lightning, and they quickly formed a thunderbolt that shot towards Crane at great speed.

Another scroll was ignited, and Crane's figure became illusory, and he hid in another dimension.

The scroll is about to burn out, what should I do?

Crane's figure rematerialized, and another scroll burned itself.

Suddenly, the old man threw out a silver-white charm.

"Lightning!"

The entire room was filled with silvery electricity and pale blue arcs.

Klein was immediately paralyzed in place.

Oh no, a pair of pure black eyes enlarged in front of Klein's eyes again.

Strong control, again!

After the last thoughts, Klein was quiet again.

The old man didn't try to get close to Crane this time and stab him with a fanged dagger, he once again condensed the lightning, and he was ready to directly penetrate the chest of the woman in front of him with the arrow of thunder.

The silver light flashed, and Crane didn't feel fear, not only because he was forced to pacify his soul, but also because the lamp god had been in the room smiling and watching them fight from beginning to end.

Especially the scene where Lazaric screams "Latisia" sadly and then refuses to leave, and in Crane's afterglow, the lamp god's mouth is crooked.

"Bang!"

Crane was knocked out of the way, and Lazarik scurried out of nowhere, blocking the bolt of thunder that passed through his chest.

The current of "Zizi" quickly spread from the charred heart to the whole body, and Crane was too late to use the ability to transfer damage, so Lazaric suddenly had to die in order to save his beloved Latisia.