After exploring for a while, Klein, who had no other discoveries, returned to the ancient palace supported by stone pillars.
He sat to the top of the bronze table, half closed his eyes, and examined the comparison between his spiritual growth and the number of members that could be pulled into.
Including what was not burdened before, there were roughly four new members, but there was no goal for the time being... Klein shook his head and said to himself, no longer stayed, returned to the real world, and was busy for a wonderful dinner.
Cut potatoes, blanch the beef, add onion, stir-fry for a while, sprinkle in sugar, peppercorns and other seasonings, Klein pours the prepared hot water into the stew pot, covers the lid, and reduces the flame.
I have to say that the magician's ability to manipulate flames is simply a good helper in the kitchen... Since I had it, my cooking skills have been significantly improved... If there were no out of control, no monsters, no searches, no evil gods, everyone was committed to applying their abilities so pollution-free, the world would be peaceful and beautiful... Klein sighed and left the kitchen and entered the living room.
The light of the gas wall lamp sprinkled out. Klein, who was planning to flip through the magazine and wait for the opportunity to get the potatoes and carrots and put in the right amount of salt, couldn't help but think about how to play the faceless man:
As soon as I woke up this morning, my spirituality had completely stabilized. I found that although the "faceless man" potion in my body did not show signs of digestion, it was somewhat consistent with me. This was a phenomenon that had never happened before after taking the "Divorcer", "Clown", and "Magician" potion...
Thinking of this, Klein looked up at the convex belly window. Because the sky outside was dark, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the image of Sherlock Moriarty with black hair and brown eyes, beard on his mouth, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Klein nodded thoughtfully:
Maybe it's because, I've been playing Klein Moretti, well... in a sense, Sherlock Moriarty is just Klein's disguise, not someone else.
Although I received many memory fragments and had some original feelings, in essence, I am still a visitor from another world, Zhou Mingrui, a strong Earth keyboard.
I've been through so many things in the past five months, and sometimes I even think I'm Klein Moretti.
In silence, thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of insights.
However, I was always Zhou Mingrui wearing Klein Morettipi... I never gave up on going back... He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the figure reflected on the convex belly window had changed:
It was a young man with dark brown eyes and short black hair. His facial features were not very distinctive and he looked gentle, but his eyes were obvious and his chin had signs of double layers.
This is Zhou Mingrui from Earth.
Long time no see... Klein sighed inwardly, raised his hands and rubbed his face.
By the time he lowered his arms, he had already changed back to Sherlock Moriarty's appearance.
After such contemplation and adjustment, he felt inexplicably that there was less gap between spirituality and potions, and there were signs of slow fusion.
No wonder the teacher of the "Secret Master" Rosago, perhaps the teacher, would say that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself... This should be the core code of the "faceless man" acting method. Once you forget this, you can easily lose yourself in constant changes and eventually become a monster.Klein recalled the gains he had obtained from the psychic before and suddenly realized.
He raised his right leg and leaned back, quickly making arrangements for the next period of time:
Explore and summarize the specific code of acting for "faceless man"...
In Beckland's extraordinary circle, at the Tarot Club, collect information about mermaids and prepare for the completion of the ceremony to go to sea...
Directly or indirectly get the "Sun Master" potion formula to help the little "Sun" be promoted to Sequence 7, and be eligible to obtain a way to remove mental pollution from the out-of-control persons within extraordinary traits.
But we can't completely rely on the little sun, we must try to collect it.
Klein, whose mood gradually settled, snapped his fingers, making the fire in the kitchen smaller, and the aroma of beef began to spread.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell being pulled.
The visitor was lawyer Jurgen.
Even though it was drizzling and the ground was wet and watery, Yuergen was still dressed meticulously, and even wore a vertical hard collar.
Is there anything wrong?Klein was already quite familiar with the other party and asked directly without saying a greeting.
Jurgen put away his black umbrella, patted some water droplets on his double-breasted long dress and said:
Sherlock, I'm leaving Beckland next Monday and going on vacation with my grandma in the south where the warm environment and clean air are perfect for her.
This is a very good thing.Klein took the initiative to reason and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to adopt Brody for a short time?"
Jurgen shook his head seriously:
My grandma couldn't bear to part with Brody and insisted on bringing it with her. I asked, as long as I put it in the cage and buy a full ticket, it can also be on the steam train, but I must always pay attention to cleaning the cage and not pollute the air above.
In fact, the smell in the third-class carriage was enough to overwhelm the stench of cat shit… Klein chuckled:
Brody should be unhappy to go out, right?
But it couldn't bear to part with my grandma.Jurgen responded.
He pressed his hat and said:
I'm here to inform you that if you need bail and legal disputes during this period, you can find my colleague. This is his business card. I have communicated with him and he will not leave Beckland this year.
Ah, a real professional, has also considered this issue... However, I shouldn't need it for the time being. I am now an informant of the Heart of Mechanics and will not be arrested in the police station under normal circumstances... Klein smiled and thanked him, took the business card, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Jurgen had no idea of chatting or entering the door, so he immediately raised his hand and said:
I also want to visit other clients, Sherlock, see you tomorrow, no, see you next year.
Then I must say it in advance, Happy New Year for your family.Klein smiled and waved.
Watching Lawyer Jurgen leave with an umbrella, Klein closed the door and sat back into the living room.
At this moment, except for the flames licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there was no other sound in the room, so quiet that Klein could hear the movement of the carriage in the distance.
He looked around slowly and saw the coffee table, contract, cabinets, pens, porcelain cups, dining table, chairs and walls.
Withdrew his gaze, Klein leaned back on the sofa, looked at the dark night outside the window and the gas street lights emitting misty light in the darkness and silence, and sighed:
New Year Ah...
…………
Lightning gradually calmed down, and darkness became the master of the earth.
After a short but not short trek and scattered battles, the exploration team of Silver City finally arrived at their destination.
With the help of the unreachable light of the animal skin lantern, Derickberg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall and the streets with rags but not even a weed.
On both sides of the street, most of the houses collapsed, and only a few were barely supported, but the surface was mottled and filled with dust of time.
The coating with white and blue as the main tone, unlike the spire building structure of Silver City, is already dark, making it hard to imagine what they originally looked like.
However, Derick can use this to see the city's past. It must have experienced a long period of time, with a considerable number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark era.
The humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend city walls, and explore outwards, hunt monsters, and find resources necessary for survival.
They will celebrate in a short period of stability, worship gods, desire to be responded, and give birth to the next generation, allowing hope to continue.
However, they were eventually destroyed in the darkness, losing all their voices, leaving only a ruin.
This ruin is like a huge grave, burying a civilization that has been struggling to survive but has disappeared in disgrace.
Demon Hunter Colin looked around and his face was a little calm, as if he had seen the future of Silver City.
He pointed to the front and said:
Other places have been cleaned up.
The temple is in the center of the city.
The exploration team scattered slightly, but remained in sufficient order and did not relax their guard against the surroundings.
After walking through one ruin after another that had been destroyed for unknown amounts of time, walking through one street after another that was so quiet that it was manic that Derick finally saw a wide platform made of purely artificial.
Above the platform, there is a semi-collapsed building, which is very similar to the temple of Baiyin City. They all have stone pillars supporting the dome and arching the door to create.
The style of the other buildings here is completely different. It is indeed the fallen creator who was later converted to...Derick just flashed through this idea, and the four lanterns in the team were extinguished at the same time!
Suddenly, the entire exploration team fell into pure darkness, with no lightning in the sky, the ground losing candlelight, and the breathing of humans around them seemed to disappear.
Derrick's body tensed up instantly, and he felt that some monster in the darkness seemed to stick out his tongue and tentatively licking his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing actually appeared.
At this time, a tender, helpless, fearless and dry voice sounded in his ears.
It was a kid whispering:
Save me... Save me...
Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to react, but in an instant, a little bit of dust shining with glimmer appeared in front of his eyes.
The dust exploded one after another, igniting a silvery light, illuminating the surrounding area.
Colin stared at Derrick and said in a deep voice:
what's on your mind?
Delic suddenly woke up, shook his hands in shame, and pressed them against his mouth and nose as if he was praying.
A series of bright lights immediately appeared on his body, causing the darkness around him to retreat silently.
The other team members seized the time and reignited the candle.
Because the Demon Hunter responded in time, no team members were missing this time, and no new members were released.
Colin took his eyes off Derrick, looked at the temple half-collapsed on the platform, and said solemnly:
Now starting, there is no negligence and the alertness is raised to the highest level.
He sat to the top of the bronze table, half closed his eyes, and examined the comparison between his spiritual growth and the number of members that could be pulled into.
Including what was not burdened before, there were roughly four new members, but there was no goal for the time being... Klein shook his head and said to himself, no longer stayed, returned to the real world, and was busy for a wonderful dinner.
Cut potatoes, blanch the beef, add onion, stir-fry for a while, sprinkle in sugar, peppercorns and other seasonings, Klein pours the prepared hot water into the stew pot, covers the lid, and reduces the flame.
I have to say that the magician's ability to manipulate flames is simply a good helper in the kitchen... Since I had it, my cooking skills have been significantly improved... If there were no out of control, no monsters, no searches, no evil gods, everyone was committed to applying their abilities so pollution-free, the world would be peaceful and beautiful... Klein sighed and left the kitchen and entered the living room.
The light of the gas wall lamp sprinkled out. Klein, who was planning to flip through the magazine and wait for the opportunity to get the potatoes and carrots and put in the right amount of salt, couldn't help but think about how to play the faceless man:
As soon as I woke up this morning, my spirituality had completely stabilized. I found that although the "faceless man" potion in my body did not show signs of digestion, it was somewhat consistent with me. This was a phenomenon that had never happened before after taking the "Divorcer", "Clown", and "Magician" potion...
Thinking of this, Klein looked up at the convex belly window. Because the sky outside was dark, it became like a mirror, faithfully reflecting the image of Sherlock Moriarty with black hair and brown eyes, beard on his mouth, and gold-rimmed glasses.
Klein nodded thoughtfully:
Maybe it's because, I've been playing Klein Moretti, well... in a sense, Sherlock Moriarty is just Klein's disguise, not someone else.
Although I received many memory fragments and had some original feelings, in essence, I am still a visitor from another world, Zhou Mingrui, a strong Earth keyboard.
I've been through so many things in the past five months, and sometimes I even think I'm Klein Moretti.
In silence, thoughts flashed through Klein's mind, giving him a lot of insights.
However, I was always Zhou Mingrui wearing Klein Morettipi... I never gave up on going back... He slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, the figure reflected on the convex belly window had changed:
It was a young man with dark brown eyes and short black hair. His facial features were not very distinctive and he looked gentle, but his eyes were obvious and his chin had signs of double layers.
This is Zhou Mingrui from Earth.
Long time no see... Klein sighed inwardly, raised his hands and rubbed his face.
By the time he lowered his arms, he had already changed back to Sherlock Moriarty's appearance.
After such contemplation and adjustment, he felt inexplicably that there was less gap between spirituality and potions, and there were signs of slow fusion.
No wonder the teacher of the "Secret Master" Rosago, perhaps the teacher, would say that you can pretend to be anyone, but you can only be yourself... This should be the core code of the "faceless man" acting method. Once you forget this, you can easily lose yourself in constant changes and eventually become a monster.Klein recalled the gains he had obtained from the psychic before and suddenly realized.
He raised his right leg and leaned back, quickly making arrangements for the next period of time:
Explore and summarize the specific code of acting for "faceless man"...
In Beckland's extraordinary circle, at the Tarot Club, collect information about mermaids and prepare for the completion of the ceremony to go to sea...
Directly or indirectly get the "Sun Master" potion formula to help the little "Sun" be promoted to Sequence 7, and be eligible to obtain a way to remove mental pollution from the out-of-control persons within extraordinary traits.
But we can't completely rely on the little sun, we must try to collect it.
Klein, whose mood gradually settled, snapped his fingers, making the fire in the kitchen smaller, and the aroma of beef began to spread.
At this moment, he heard the sound of the doorbell being pulled.
The visitor was lawyer Jurgen.
Even though it was drizzling and the ground was wet and watery, Yuergen was still dressed meticulously, and even wore a vertical hard collar.
Is there anything wrong?Klein was already quite familiar with the other party and asked directly without saying a greeting.
Jurgen put away his black umbrella, patted some water droplets on his double-breasted long dress and said:
Sherlock, I'm leaving Beckland next Monday and going on vacation with my grandma in the south where the warm environment and clean air are perfect for her.
This is a very good thing.Klein took the initiative to reason and asked with a smile, "Do you want me to adopt Brody for a short time?"
Jurgen shook his head seriously:
My grandma couldn't bear to part with Brody and insisted on bringing it with her. I asked, as long as I put it in the cage and buy a full ticket, it can also be on the steam train, but I must always pay attention to cleaning the cage and not pollute the air above.
In fact, the smell in the third-class carriage was enough to overwhelm the stench of cat shit… Klein chuckled:
Brody should be unhappy to go out, right?
But it couldn't bear to part with my grandma.Jurgen responded.
He pressed his hat and said:
I'm here to inform you that if you need bail and legal disputes during this period, you can find my colleague. This is his business card. I have communicated with him and he will not leave Beckland this year.
Ah, a real professional, has also considered this issue... However, I shouldn't need it for the time being. I am now an informant of the Heart of Mechanics and will not be arrested in the police station under normal circumstances... Klein smiled and thanked him, took the business card, and stuffed it into his pocket.
Jurgen had no idea of chatting or entering the door, so he immediately raised his hand and said:
I also want to visit other clients, Sherlock, see you tomorrow, no, see you next year.
Then I must say it in advance, Happy New Year for your family.Klein smiled and waved.
Watching Lawyer Jurgen leave with an umbrella, Klein closed the door and sat back into the living room.
At this moment, except for the flames licking the bottom of the pot in the kitchen, there was no other sound in the room, so quiet that Klein could hear the movement of the carriage in the distance.
He looked around slowly and saw the coffee table, contract, cabinets, pens, porcelain cups, dining table, chairs and walls.
Withdrew his gaze, Klein leaned back on the sofa, looked at the dark night outside the window and the gas street lights emitting misty light in the darkness and silence, and sighed:
New Year Ah...
…………
Lightning gradually calmed down, and darkness became the master of the earth.
After a short but not short trek and scattered battles, the exploration team of Silver City finally arrived at their destination.
With the help of the unreachable light of the animal skin lantern, Derickberg saw the almost completely collapsed city wall and the streets with rags but not even a weed.
On both sides of the street, most of the houses collapsed, and only a few were barely supported, but the surface was mottled and filled with dust of time.
The coating with white and blue as the main tone, unlike the spire building structure of Silver City, is already dark, making it hard to imagine what they originally looked like.
However, Derick can use this to see the city's past. It must have experienced a long period of time, with a considerable number of residents, and developed its own civilization in the dark era.
The humans here take potions, repair buildings, defend city walls, and explore outwards, hunt monsters, and find resources necessary for survival.
They will celebrate in a short period of stability, worship gods, desire to be responded, and give birth to the next generation, allowing hope to continue.
However, they were eventually destroyed in the darkness, losing all their voices, leaving only a ruin.
This ruin is like a huge grave, burying a civilization that has been struggling to survive but has disappeared in disgrace.
Demon Hunter Colin looked around and his face was a little calm, as if he had seen the future of Silver City.
He pointed to the front and said:
Other places have been cleaned up.
The temple is in the center of the city.
The exploration team scattered slightly, but remained in sufficient order and did not relax their guard against the surroundings.
After walking through one ruin after another that had been destroyed for unknown amounts of time, walking through one street after another that was so quiet that it was manic that Derick finally saw a wide platform made of purely artificial.
Above the platform, there is a semi-collapsed building, which is very similar to the temple of Baiyin City. They all have stone pillars supporting the dome and arching the door to create.
The style of the other buildings here is completely different. It is indeed the fallen creator who was later converted to...Derick just flashed through this idea, and the four lanterns in the team were extinguished at the same time!
Suddenly, the entire exploration team fell into pure darkness, with no lightning in the sky, the ground losing candlelight, and the breathing of humans around them seemed to disappear.
Derrick's body tensed up instantly, and he felt that some monster in the darkness seemed to stick out his tongue and tentatively licking his scalp, but his inspiration told him that nothing actually appeared.
At this time, a tender, helpless, fearless and dry voice sounded in his ears.
It was a kid whispering:
Save me... Save me...
Derrick was stunned for a moment, not knowing what to react, but in an instant, a little bit of dust shining with glimmer appeared in front of his eyes.
The dust exploded one after another, igniting a silvery light, illuminating the surrounding area.
Colin stared at Derrick and said in a deep voice:
what's on your mind?
Delic suddenly woke up, shook his hands in shame, and pressed them against his mouth and nose as if he was praying.
A series of bright lights immediately appeared on his body, causing the darkness around him to retreat silently.
The other team members seized the time and reignited the candle.
Because the Demon Hunter responded in time, no team members were missing this time, and no new members were released.
Colin took his eyes off Derrick, looked at the temple half-collapsed on the platform, and said solemnly:
Now starting, there is no negligence and the alertness is raised to the highest level.
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