Is this a tactful expression of grievance for me and the magic lamp to leave Beckland?

"Your faithful and humble servant, Arodes, is honored to have once again followed in your footsteps, waiting to serve you."

This, this is too flattering, it changes its face so quickly, the light is not like this, it is tossed with Gelman, this receiver is not good.

Daniz was thinking wildly when he heard Gelman's cold voice:

"You go and keep guard outside the door."

"Okay." He actually wanted to stay and see what the devil named Arodes would ask Gelman.

You might hear something that shocks your eyes. For example, Gelman doesn't like women, or even men, he's a necrophile or a fetish. For example, he doesn't like to talk because he is not human at all, he is an abyssal demon who blends into the crowd and has not yet learned how to speak normally like a human being.

When Daniz closed the door, Klein cautiously asked the question he was most concerned about at the moment: Where is the mermaid?

Arrodus replied exhaustively to all the information about the mermaid's settlement, and at the end of it, it typed:

"Great master, I must follow the rules and ask you a question in exchange."

"Do you want to know the cause of Nast's runaway death?"

Klein thought about it and felt that it was better not to know, but he was very curious, how did a sequence three, which had lived for countless years, get out of control in one face?

Noticing Klein's hesitation, new text began to appear underneath the Unreal Paper Question:

"Great master, I will not report to you what you do not know at this stage."

"Okay."

Klein replied calmly.

"The evil god of lamps proclaimed his previous title and ...... to Nast"

Before the handwriting could be finished, the color changed abruptly, and the bright red fluorescent reflected the grim Gelman in a terrifying light.

A line of undecipherable garbled characters pops onto the page.

The color of the handwriting suddenly turned silver white and suddenly turned red, just like the rotating colored lights outside the barbershop in his previous life, and Crane's eyes were about to blind them.

The silver-white struggled powerlessly for a few moments, and the bright red garbled characters suddenly became neat, and they twisted their bodies to piece together a line of Chinese:

"You can't die well if you lick a dog."

Crane's gaze froze suddenly, but in an instant, he pressed the anomaly down.

The line of writing flashed, and the handwriting returned to silvery white:

"Great master, your innocent poor and effeminate servant Arodes, who has been invaded by evil forces, has been compelled to leave for a while, and your servant is always waiting for the next opportunity to serve you."

The room was plunged into darkness again, and the radio stopped working.

"If I engrave the name of Arodus on the newspaper receiver, can I ask it questions at any time?"

Crane muttered, but he was answered immediately.

"No, it doesn't have the ability to respond worldwide."

"If you must want a supernatural radio receiver, I can provide the real names of a few gods, you can pick one you like and engrave it, or it can be all of them."

"Like the Goddess of the Night, the Lord of the Storms, the Mother Earth, or the Eternal Sun that you often swear?"

"Then there is a high probability that I will die violently in the process of portrayal."

Klein replied without changing his face.

"Why, you can go to the Source Fort and do it."

"You might get a telegraph that disappears into thin air and tells horror stories; A receiver that does not need to be connected to the power supply and generates its own electricity; a newspaper that grows mushrooms every day and sprays milk; It can be used as a substitute for a gas wall lamp, and a radio receiver that will emit light. ”

Crane hallucinated in his mind for a moment, and then quickly extinguished these blasphemous thoughts.

Seeing Klein's vaguely changing eyes, the lamp god immediately sneered:

"The soothsayers are really not daring, they don't dare to do this."

Unashamed, Crane went to the door and called back Daniz, instructing him to continue monitoring.

The next day, Klein received instructions from Mr. Azik on how to capture a messenger.

According to Mr. Azik, his messenger had as many legions as he couried, all of them domestic, and could give one to Klein at any time.

Mr. Azik is so nice.

But Klein politely declined the offer in his heart, preparing to go to the spirit realm to capture one himself. But then he thought again, if he was wearing the "Black Emperor" suit and carrying the Seagod Scepter, would there be any strange people gathered?

That would be the first option that Mr. Azik had said.

Thinking of this, Klein immediately found Daniz.

"Do you know of any other abandoned warehouses or houses?"

"Still? I almost got involved after the previous one blew up, and the few warehouses I knew of that no one were in the same broken dock before. ”

Daniz angrily rejected Gelman's request.

"Fragrant Tree Avenue, 12-16."

Klein replied calmly.

"Absolutely not!"

Daniz roared angrily.

In the afternoon, the basement of 13 Fragrant Tree Avenue.

Daniz sat in his own living room in grief, and he was kicked out of the basement by Gelman.

In the basement, Klein lit a candle, dripped essential oil, and solemnly placed the magic lamp in a position that he could easily copy, which would give him a great sense of security.

Considering the uncertainty of this summoning, he was worried that if he summoned a boss full of malice, he would only need to pick up the magic lamp......

Ready for everything, Crane thought about his needs.

Be sure to describe the requirements clearly, otherwise Party B may blow my head off.

As long as it runs fast enough, the probability of packet loss by attack is very small, effectively ensuring the integrity of the information.

"In my name I call:

"A spirit that wanders in vanity, a friendly creature to drive, a speedier beyond imagination."

A vague figure swooped out, Klein felt a fan over his face, and then, the perpetrator fled.

Crane waited for a moment, then sighed and ended the call, but the candle flame dyed dark green did not return to its normal color.

What's going on?

Crane felt it again, confirming that he had finished the call.

The eerie candle flame did not flicker at all, and he did not have any warning of danger.

So, he rearranged his thoughts and spoke again:

"In my name I call:

"Spirits that wander in vanity, friendly creatures to drive, weak beings that can be easily overlooked."

The basement was soaked in green candlelight, and there was silence, and nothing happened.

Crane ended the summons again, intending to adjust the demand and do it again.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice:

"I heard that you are summoning a courier, so do you need this storm attribute courier who has been running around the planet eight times, or this night attribute courier who has been around the room eight times without being found?"

I saw that the lamp god was holding a petite triangular head in his left hand, a translucent spirit with a streamlined body, and in his right hand holding a huge stick figure eye that shone brightly, if this eye was pulled down and the flash was removed, only a faint black line could be seen.

"Look, I helped you catch them, and I also helped them with a background light, so pick one."

The lamp god smiled happily.