Chapter 138

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

"I'll find out more about this."

I will try my best to make two more, no, one friend before the next Tarot meeting... Derrick quickly set another goal in his heart.

Seeing this, Klein made Gehrman Sparrow the World speak in a low voice:

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

And I can ask Mr. Ards for advice...he silently added in his heart.

As for Frank Lee's new mushroom, he does not intend to hand it over to the little "sun" for the time being, because it is only a semi-finished product, and the final "fruit" is full of toxicity and madness.

"Thank you, Mister World." Derrick "The Sun" gratefully responded.

After exchanging other things, the Tarot Society will enter the "learning" link until the end.

Back in the real world, Klein immediately started to solve the "thief" demigod's affairs, but he found that the envisioned plan had encountered difficulties at the very beginning:

He had no idea where to find Leonard Mitchell and his parasitic grandpa!

St. Samuel's Church? Leonard is indeed in the underground with a high probability, but I can't go in... He only goes to the church to pray once or twice a week, and the time is not fixed. I can't go three times a day, seven days a week, just to be with him He meets once? What the hell kind of plot is this, is it the so-called sit and wait? Even if I do this, it may not be effective. As a "red glove", he has probably left Backlund... Klein regretted deeply while making complaints. He regretted that he paid too much attention to the guidance of words and was too focused on fooling around. Leonard Mitchell, forgot to ask how to contact the other party.

I should have said to Leonard at the time, "I will tell Klein Moretti about the exposure of my identity, and if he has anything to say, I will also convey it on my behalf", so as to agree on a private contact method... …Klein let out a breath slowly, and could only resort to the last resort:

That is, ask the "magic mirror"!

After drawing the symbol of "peeping" and "secret" on the paper, Klein turned his gaze to the full-length mirror, and saw that the water was floating there, and one after another pale Loen text appeared:

"Great and noble master, Arrodes, your small, humble and frightened servant, comes at your summons.

"Before answering the question,

I want to say:

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Klein raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why did you suddenly admit your mistake?"

On the mirror surface, the pale Ruenwen twisted and squirmed, changing into a new one:

"In short, I was wrong..."

After a series of ellipsis, the pale words took shape tremblingly:

"Recently, a lot of people have been inquiring about your situation recently, knowing the reputation of your current status..."

So, the image of Dwayne Dantès being romantic and acceptable as long as he is beautiful has been spread, and even Miss Justice knows it? Fortunately, the explanation I used was a public vest. More than one favored person is playing Dawn Dantès. It can be explained by a wide range of hobbies... Hey, look, this mirror turned pale with fright... Klein has something Suddenly, with a dark smile, he turned to say:

"It's your turn to ask."

On the full-length mirror, those words were still pale, forming new words:

"Did you forgive me?

"No, I mean, would you like to see my follow-up performance?"

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

"Then you work hard."

"Yes, great master!" On the surface of the mirror, the pale words glowed with silver light, "You summoned me, do you have a question and want to test me?"

Klein nodded:

"Yes.

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

The silver and white traces twisted quickly, forming a new text:

"7 Pinster Street."

Under the text, the water on the mirror swayed, forming a picture:

It was a townhouse with house number 7, and that was the young man with black hair and green eyes who was picking out the key.

It's still the same place, nothing changed... If I went to visit Leonard directly, I would lose the image of Dawn Dantès in his mind and lower the level... let Emlyn White go? Anyway, the poet classmate should have found out that this vampire has friendship with Sherlock Moriarty, that is, Klein Moretti... The current problem is that it is difficult to judge the position of the old man... It is impossible to determine his real purpose Under such circumstances, it may not be appropriate to give him a big gift in his current state, and it may bring great danger to Leonard...Because it does not involve me, it is very likely that divination above the gray mist will not get effective results Enlightenment... Klein's thoughts fluttered, and he had the idea of ​​changing the plan:

Compared to directly informing the old man in Leonard of the existence of the "thief" demigod, using the name of Pales Zoroaster or Amon to warn the target to keep him away from this block is more effective. Softer and smaller hidden dangers!

Of course, the premise is that I don't expose myself... Klein pondered for a few seconds and asked again:

"Where is the demigod hiding next to Hazel Macht?"

On the surface of the mirror, waves of light spread out layer by layer, and the scene changed:

On the thick carpet embroidered with gorgeous patterns, there are a group of small leather sofas. The surface of the single sofa is covered with a cushion with white and dense hair. In the center of the cushion lies a gray mouse, which is similar to the same kind. Than, its eyes are closer to dark red.

The mouse... that "stealer" demigod parasitized into the mouse? Moreover, he swaggered and slept in Hazel's room, and got such an expensive-looking cushion... Is this because I disrupted his plan, and he had to become like this? Klein was stunned for a while, and then wanted to laugh.

The scene was fixed, and a line of silver-white words emerged prominently:

"Great master, what else do you want to order?"

Very sharp... Klein said with a "hmm":

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

"Tell him that in the area where this street is located, there is a 'thief' path angel who lacks goodwill wandering around, and that 'blasphemer' Amon may come over at any time."

"Okay, master, I'll do it right away!" On the mirror, the words glowed brightly.

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In Hazel's bedroom, the gray mouse was suddenly inspired, stood up abruptly, and turned his gaze to the full-length mirror in the room.

On the surface of the full-length mirror, words that seem to be written in fresh blood stand out:

"Stay away from this block!"

The gray mouse's eyes froze for a second, then said in silence for a moment:

"why?"

The words that seemed to be still flowing with blood slowly melted away, forming new words:

"There is an urgently needed 'Thief' pathway angel hovering in the surrounding area, and all the high-sequence natural enemies of this pathway, 'The Blasphemer' Amon, are on their way.

"I remind you because I don't want them to benefit."

The gray mouse squeaked twice, and asked hoarsely:

"Who are you?"

He is very annoyed at this moment, annoyed that the strength accumulated before is always being forced to waste, otherwise, he can now use "astrology" to confirm the situation.

On the full-length mirror that darkened at some point, the bloody words suddenly disappeared, and suddenly reappeared, replaced with new content:

"I've already answered one of your questions. According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask."

Immediately afterwards, a new line of blood-red text was highlighted below:

"After you hastily parasitized in the mouse, you should have been affected by the body structure and hormones. Now the object that will make you mate is:

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

"Please answer."

At this moment, Hazel opened the door with a gap, but the gray mouse inside was affected by something and didn't notice it.

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

Uh... Hazel frowned slightly, and subconsciously stopped the movement of opening the door.

Then, she saw the gray mouse trembling all over, with a fierce look in its red eyes.

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

He turned his head and was about to leave the room, but the invisible shackles suddenly imprisoned his mouse body!

He wasn't afraid of this kind of power when he was in good condition, but now, his accumulation has been exhausted time and time again, the most recent time being the Extraordinary bodyguard Tuomeng hired by Dawn Dantès.

Snapped!

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

Hazel's eyes were bright white at first, and she couldn't see anything else, and then she recovered her vision, and found the gray mouse lying on the ground with its scorched fur, its legs twitching.

ps: change first and then change()