The recognized "Sun" Derick was stunned for two seconds, the shame in his heart faded, and he said embarrassedly:

"I'll figure this out further. ”

I'll try to make two, no, one friend's before the next tarot party...... Derrick quickly set another goal in his heart.

Seeing this, Klein made the "world" Gelman Sparrow say in a low voice:

"If it involves the realm of death, you can ask me. ”

And I can ask Mr. Azik...... He silently added in his heart.

As for Frank Lee's new mushroom, he doesn't plan to pass it on to Little Sun for the time being, because it's only a half-finished product, and the final "fruit" is full of poison and madness.

"Thank you, Mr. 'World'. "The Sun," Derick replied gratefully.

After exchanging other things, the tarot will step into the "learning" part until the end.

Back in the real world, Klein immediately set about solving the problem of the "thief" demigod, but he found that his planned plan had encountered difficulties from the beginning:

He didn't know where to go to Leonard Mitchell and his parasitic grandfather!

St. Samuel's Church?Leonard is probably there underground, but I can't get in...... He only goes to church once or twice a week to pray, and the time is not fixed, I can't go three times a day, seven days a week, just to meet him? What the hell is this plot, is it the so-called waiting? Even if I did, it might not work, and as a "red glove", he would probably have left Beckland...... Klein complained and deeply regretted that he had paid too much attention to the guidance of words, and was too focused on fooling Leonard Mitchell, forgetting to ask how to contact the other party.

I should have told Leonard, "I'll tell Klein Moretti about the revelation and if he has anything to say," I agreed on a private contact...... Klein exhaled slowly, and could only go to the last resort:

That is, ask the "magic mirror"!

After drawing the symbols of "peeping" and "stealth" on the paper, Klein turned his gaze to the full-length mirror, and saw that the water was floating there, and one after another white Runn text appeared:

"Great, supreme lord, your small, humble, terrified servant Arodus has come at your call.

"Before answering the question, I would like to say:

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Klein raised an eyebrow and said:

"Why did you suddenly admit your mistake?"

Above the mirror, the pale Ruenwen twisted and wriggled, changing into a new one:

"Anyway, I just ...... wrong"

After a series of ellipses, the miserable white words trembled and formed:

"Recently, a number of people have inquired about your situation and learned about your current status......

So, the image of Dawn Dantès who is naturally merry and acceptable as long as he is beautiful has spread, and even Miss "Justice" knows about it? Fortunately, the explanation I used is that the public vest is that more than one person is playing Dawn Dantès, and the wide range of hobbies can be fully explained...... Hey, look, this mirror scared the hell out of your face...... Klein suddenly laughed, and then said:

"It's your turn to ask. ”

On the full-length mirror, those words are still miserable, forming a new discourse:

"Have you forgiven me?

"No, I mean, would you like to see how I do next?"

This attitude ...... Klein sighed in his heart, and said calmly on the surface:

"Then you work hard. ”

"Yes, great master!" "On the surface of the mirror, the miserable white words glowed silver, "You summoned me over, is there a problem to test me?"

Klein nodded:

"Yes.

"Where will Leonard Mitchell stay for the next few days?"

The silver-white traces writhed quickly, making up new words:

"7 Pinster Street. ”

Under the words, the mirror water light swayed, condensing a picture:

It was a townhouse with house number 7, and it was a black-haired, green-eyed young man who was digging for a key.

It's still the same place, and it hasn't changed...... If I had gone straight to Leonard, I would have lost the image of Daun Dantès in his mind, and I would have lowered my level...... Let Emlyn White go? Anyway, the poet classmates should have found out that this vampire has a relationship with Sherlock Moriarty, aka Klein Moretti...... The problem is that it is difficult to judge the position of the old man...... Without being sure of His true purpose, it may not be appropriate to give Him a great gift in his current state, and it may pose a great danger to Leonard...... Because it doesn't involve me, divination above the gray mist is likely to be unenlightened...... Klein's mind drifted and he had the idea to change his plan:

Rather than directly informing Leonard's grandfather of the existence of the "thief" demigod, it is a softer and smaller way to deal with the problem by using the name of Parles Zoroaster or Amon to warn the target and keep him away from this neighborhood!

Provided, of course, that I don't expose myself...... Crane pondered for a few seconds and asked again:

"Where are the demigods hiding around Hazel Macht?"

On the surface of the mirror, the light like water waves swayed layer by layer, and the scene changed:

On a thick carpet embroidered with ornate patterns was a group of small leather sofas, among which the surface of the single sofa was covered with a cushion with white hair, and in the center of the cushion lay a gray mouse, whose eyes were closer to dark red than those of its kind.

Mouse...... The "thief" demigod had parasitized the rat and slept swaggering in Hézel's room, making a cushion that looked expensive...... Was it because I had disrupted his plans, and he had to be like this? Klein was stunned for a moment, then wanted to laugh.

The scene is fixed, and a line of silver-white words emerges:

"Great master, what else do you have to command?"

Sharp, huh...... Klein said "um":

"Use the mirror in the room to warn the demigod,

"Tell him that in the area where this street is located, there is a 'thief' who lacks good intentions and is wandering by angels, and that Amun the 'blasphemer' may come at any time. ”

"Okay, master, I'll do it right away!"

............

In Hazel's bedroom, the gray mouse suddenly felt an inspiration, stood up sharply, and looked at the full-length mirror in the room.

On the surface of the full-length mirror, words that seem to be written from blood that has not yet coagulated stand out:

"Get away from this neighborhood!"

The gray mouse's gaze froze for a second, and he was silent for a moment:

"Why?"

Words that still seem to be flowing in blood slowly dissolve into new words:

"There is a 'thief' path in the surrounding area that is in urgent need of replenishment, and all the high-order natural enemies of this path, 'Blasphemous' Amun, are on their way to it.

"I warn you because I don't want them to be good. ”

The gray mouse squeaked twice and asked hoarsely:

"Who the hell are you?"

He was very annoyed at the moment, annoyed that the power he had accumulated before was always being wasted, otherwise, he could now use "astrology" to confirm the situation.

I don't know when the dark full-length mirror disappeared, and the blood-drenched words disappeared, and suddenly resurfaced, replaced with new content:

"I have already answered a question from you, and according to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask. ”

Immediately afterward, a new line of blood-red text stands out below:

"After you hastily parasitized the body of a mouse, you should have been affected by the structure and hormones of this body, and now the objects that will make you want to mate are:

"Human female, human male, female mouse, male mouse, or, all?

"Please answer. ”

At this moment, Hazel opened the door through a crack, and the gray rat inside did not know what was affected by it, and did not even notice it.

The door opened a little more, and Hazel found the demigod who claimed to live in legend staring blankly into the mirror, as if fascinated by his current appearance: a gray mouse.

Belch...... Hazel's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she subconsciously paused to open the door.

Then she saw the gray rat tremble, and there was a clear fierce glint in his red eyes.

"Don't joke with me!" the gray mouse growled.

He turned his head to leave the room, but the invisible shackles suddenly imprisoned his rat body!

He was not afraid of this kind of power when he was in perfect condition, but now, his accumulation has been exhausted again and again, most recently by the extraordinary bodyguard Tuomeng that Dawn Dantès hired.

Syllable!

A thick silver-white lightning bolt fell out of thin air and struck the gray mouse's head.

Hazel's eyes were bright and white at first, and he couldn't see anything else, but then he regained his sight, and found the gray mouse's fur lying on the ground with his feet twitching.

PS: Change first, then change