Chapter 134
After watching the butler Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the restaurant and looked around. He found that the servants and servants were much more energetic than usual, and even felt a little restless. Mobile terminal
"Sure enough, the 'Candrel of Life' will also affect human beings, but it is relatively not that exaggerated, and it is in a relatively normal and acceptable range... According to this logic, the reproductive ability of servants must have improved. The only problem is that , they don't have a spouse, they can't show it...
"Hmm... Will Mr. Housekeeper go home today and lead to multiple children in nine to ten months... His wife is also close to forty. It is a bit dangerous to give birth in this age. Of course, as the other party of reproduction, The impact of the 'Candrel of Life' will spread, so there shouldn't be any problem...
"Hey, I don't know if the potential impact will make it easier to conceive a child. If the birth rate on Boklund Street significantly increases after Dwayne Dantès moves in, then my reputation will be ruined..." Klein's thoughts spread out without bounds, and finally he summed up two sentences in his heart:
The "Candrel of Life" is really evil!
In the future, I will only get the real world for a period of time every day, and try not to affect the surrounding humans!
After breakfast, Klein took his personal servant Enyuni and walked to the first floor, ready to go for a walk.
At this time, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.
"Good morning, sir." Seeing Dwayne Dantès approaching, the two maids immediately got up, stepped out of the way, and said hello by the way.
Of course, if they are in a relatively corner place, they will try not to make a sound so as not to disturb the employer. This is the teaching of the housekeeper Walter.
Klein nodded slightly, responded briefly, and slowly approached the gate.
At this time, the two maids suddenly saw a wheat ear planted on the top of Enuni's head, full of grains, golden and attractive.
Before they could take a closer look, the personal servant seemed to have sensed the abnormality, raised his right hand, and tore off the ear of wheat with considerable force.
The two maids looked at each other, a little surprised and a little funny.
When they thought about it, it should be that when Eniyuni followed Mr. Dantès to Manor Maison, he accidentally stained some wheat ears on his body, brought them all the way back to No. 160 Boklund Street, and let them scatter into his room The place that is not easy to clean, for example, under the pillow, and then, when I slept last night, I pushed the pillow away because of a dream, and rolled a wheat ear into the hair, but I didn't find it in the breakfast wash.
Although this process is complicated and not so easy to implement, at least it has a certain probability.
"It can't be that Enyuni has grown a wheat ear..." the two maids muttered and continued to get busy with their work.
After leaving No. 160 Boklund Street, Klein and Enuni, one after the other, walked slowly under the Intis sycamore tree whose leaves had begun to wither, breathing the relatively refreshing autumn air.
Like him, some neighbors are also taking morning walks.
certainly,
This is not a habit of the upper class in Backlund. Last year, the smog was still severe and the air was quite pungent. No one wanted to waste time on the streets against the cold wind and wet feeling.
As neighbors, since they met, they would undoubtedly greet each other. When they passed by, a barrister spotted Dwayne Dantès's valet covering his mouth and nose with his hands out of the corner of his eye, as if he had hit him. a yawn.
When the mixed-race young man put down his right hand, the barrister suddenly noticed something different:
"His nose seems to be straighter...
"Haha, I must be thinking too much about this aspect, so that I have hallucinations...
"It would be nice if the bridge of my nose could be straighter..."
The barrister raised his hand and rubbed his nose while thinking. At the same time, he saw two wild dogs chasing him in front of him, trying to breed in the street.
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After taking a walk, Klein returned to the living room on the third floor, and put the "Life Cane" above the gray fog.
"There is indeed a certain effect. The focus of the "Sly Mage" is to create horrifying scenes to frighten people, and to use strange techniques to make people panic... This is really a bit like a "director", but a horror film director...
"Well, it doesn't have to be really frightening... There are terrifying scenes in the peaceful daily life, and the people around are not aware of it, they just associate it occasionally, and when they think deeply, they will be a little scared by some possibility So much so that I dare not turn off the lights, and having nightmares is also a kind of horror movie..." Klein examined his own state, summarized and summarized the experience of the previous few months, and finally condensed the "horror movie director" " this key word.
After understanding this, he had many ideas about how to quickly digest the potion next.
This requires him not only to deal with the enemy, but also to give the enemy horror movie protagonist or important supporting role this treatment!
"This is very troublesome. For the demigod level target, I must go all out. I don't want to make it fancy... Well, there is no need to find a demigod target. There is no such restriction for acting. You can 'teleport' there At sea, find some lucky pirates to 'participate in', create some horror stories...
"Yes, since you are a director, you must let your 'work' spread! It seems that every time you have to let some 'actors' escape successfully, spread the nightmare you have experienced, and shape the corresponding legend of the sea, you can't feed them all to' Creeping hunger'..." While making a plan, Klein suddenly thought of a question:
Among the horror legends with a certain mass base on the northern continent and the ocean, how many of them were deliberately created by the "crafty mage"?
"There must be some... Hey, if Amon plays the role of the 'Crafty Mage', he will probably be able to digest the potion in less than a month. His talent in this area is simply amazing, and he doesn't think about the consequences...Actually, he is looking for pirates While 'shooting a horror movie', you can also find opportunities to frighten other demigods, you don't have to fight them to the death, you can leave after the goal is achieved..." Klein thought for a while, and had an auxiliary acting plan .
So, he seriously considered the goal:
"Angels and above are definitely not available. If you are not familiar with it, you will make me the protagonist of a horror movie on the spot. The kind that will die. If you are familiar with it, you know that I am a "crafty mage", so you can't be scared...
"Among the saints, I don't know the whereabouts of many of them. Scaring the archbishops will easily cause unnecessary continuous reactions, which will lead to more tension in the world and an early outbreak of war...
"Um, after all this is ruled out, the most suitable targets are Patrick Bryan, the fanatic demigod of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spiritual Cult, and Will Auceptin, members of the Destiny Council, and..."
After drawing up the list, Klein decided to spend the next two days visiting Dr. Alan Kress, bringing some ice cream to a certain baby, and asking where those "senators" have been recently.
If you want to scare other people's subordinates, you must get the approval of the chairman!
After sorting out his thoughts, Klein became in a good mood. He went out again, prayed and made donations at St. Samuel's Church, and then went to the "Ruen Charity and Student Fund" to stay until noon.
In the afternoon, he successively met several businessmen seeking investment, professional lawyers and accountants, acting like a normal rich man.
After filling his stomach and returning to the semi-open room with a large balcony, Klein is thinking about whether to go directly to Dr. Alan Kreis's house tomorrow, or invite his family to share dinner at the Serenzo restaurant with very good ice cream. Inspiration Suddenly there is a touch.
He looked sideways, and was not surprised to see Miss Messenger walking out of the void with four blond-haired and red-eyed heads.
One of them had a letter in its head.
"Who sent it?" Klein asked with a bit of habit and anticipation.
Since he hasn't received the letter yet, Reinette Tinekerr can only answer with three heads:
"Fool..." "Zhi..." "King..."
Patrick Bryan? This nickname also has evolution? Klein reached for the letter, opened it, and found that it really came from the fanatic demigod of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spiritual Sect.
He wrote in the letter:
"...I have already prepared the special ceremony to help my teacher Heiter recover further, Your Excellency, if I can get your permission, I will hold it in the early hours of tomorrow..."
The ritual pointing to the angel Hytel? There is no way to avoid Patrick's temptation from the artificial death party of the Spiritual Cult... This can be interfered with by "paper angels"... Just in time... Klein flicked his wrist and burned the letter.
Then, he took out a piece of paper and wrote down the answer:
"Okay, be careful."
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In the quiet night, near the early morning, in the empty workshop of a garment factory in St. George's District.
An open space has been cleared here, and nearly ten mysterious people in black robes and hoods stood there.
In the middle of them was a dark, heavy-looking coffin, and around the coffin were many gold ornaments with dirt traces, multiple candles flickering pale flames, and skulls one after another.
Some of these hideous white skulls come from humans, some belong to animals, and some are extremely strange and deformed, making it impossible to imagine their original appearance.
The skulls are stacked the most in the front, and Patrick Bryan is standing there.
He also changed into a black robe, but did not pull up the hood, revealing a deep outline, black hair and brown pupils, and a relatively slender face.
The demigod hadn't done anything yet, and the surroundings had become extremely cold, as if countless invisible creatures were having a carnival.
As Patrick Bryan raised his right hand, the hooded believers danced a slightly twitching, crazy, rhythmic dance.
This is the "spiritual dance", a ritual method favored by the god of death, and the stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.
After the dance became intense, and a cold and invisible wind blew out from the coffin, Patrick Bryan lowered his head and recited in a language that seemed to come from the underworld:
"The king of the depths of hell;
"The angel who played the music of death;
"The ruler above the Styx."
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