Chapter 130

The gas street lamps at both ends of the stone bridge quietly illuminate the road, but they cannot dispel the darkness below. Only the dim crimson falling from the sky can barely lighten the brown soil.

"Member of Destiny" Richjord who was hiding in the bridge hole did not make a sound for a long time, and Klein couldn't help but wonder if the other party had passed away because of his serious injuries—he guessed that the failure to add luck before was probably due to this factor .

Just when Klein was tentatively wanting to speak to confirm the situation, Richaud coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice:

"As expected of a powerful adventurer who can temporarily seal the dice...

"The current situation is beyond my expectations, cough, I am very curious, what happened, and the extra luck that made me didn't work at all.

"It's a pity that I can't come out and face you directly, otherwise I should be able to see some things that are difficult for Extraordinary people to see through other paths, even if they have higher spiritual vision.

"This is a special feature of the 'fate' pathway."

So, the problem is me? That's not the point, the point is that you have to give me the 700 pounds, no, 730 pounds... Klein couldn't help but think of Ademisor, an orphan nicknamed "Monster" in Tingen City, while complaining inwardly.

The young man who was roughly equal to half of Sequence 9, after seeing Klein, screamed and fell to the ground, his eyes were bleeding, he was so frightened as if he had met a demon.

This is because he has the special path of "Wheel of Fortune", so he saw my problem and some things related to the gray fog? It's a pity that this "Destiny Councilor" is seriously injured, and he has the domain of doom, so he can't help to examine it... Go back and ask "Mercury Snake" Will Auceptin, he may know something, but, this This path is also very tricky. He may not answer me directly, and there is a high probability that he will only give a few vague and ambiguous words... Klein remained expressionless and said:

"Then what are you going to do?"

Richiord sighed and said:

"Go and call Darkwill over, I'll add luck to him and let him go to the casino to win money instead of you."

According to the name of the hotel given by Mr. Richaud, Klein quickly found the fat pharmacist Darkwill, and then he carried the suitcase and the civilization stick, and watched him keep winning money in several big casinos, and he harvested it in the early morning. paid 750 pounds.

After receiving the final payment of 730 pounds, Klein really realized a problem:

The reason for the failure of luck before was on him!

"Why?" Klein put away his bulging wallet, frowned, and muttered to himself silently.

He quickly thought of the invisible thin gray mist around him, and vaguely understood the reason.

"After being promoted to 'Faceless Man', the gray mist has become intertwined with reality to a certain extent. Not only can it help me block out nonsensical ravings, but it can also destroy the influence of fate imposed by others within a certain range? So, then Luck given by senators doesn't work.

"According to this logic, a certain degree of bad luck should not affect me.

"Heh, what is this? It keeps me from becoming an unlucky ghost, and it also destroys my hope of becoming the emperor of Europe and the winner..." Klein shook his head secretly, followed Darkwill and the owl back to the stone bridge, and The method of summoning one's own courier was informed to "Fate Senator" Richaud, so that the other party would convey the news of the offensive magical item as soon as possible.

After doing all this, Klein found a hotel in the port city of Oravi Island, opened a common room, and stayed.

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Backlund, in the morning.

Emlyn White walked under the dark sky he liked, passed through the thick fog that was not as thick as November and December last year, and once again came to the outside of 7 Pinster Street in the North District.

When the doorbell rang, he straightened his back and waited patiently with his chin raised slightly.

Leonard opened the door, glanced at the handsome but rather annoying face, and made way for him to enter.

He was still wearing a home white shirt and black trousers, but he had an extra layer of unbuttoned dark vest on top.

"How are you thinking?" Leonard asked with a smile.

"No problem." Because it wasn't his own money, Emlyn had no intention of bargaining.

He even believes that with the attitude shown by the other party last time, bargaining will lead to an increase in prices.

Leonard nodded slightly and smiled:

"Very rich."

I can tell that you're talking nonsense... Emlyn snorted secretly, and responded:

"It's not something you need to be concerned about."

After speaking, he raised the small suitcase in his hand, opened it and showed the 7,000 pounds in cash inside.

Leonard took out the stacks and carefully checked them for a moment.

Then, he took off the red glove on his left palm, handed it to Emlyn and said:

"This is the magical item you need, which can disguise itself in different colors.

"It's called 'Tinder'. It can enhance the charm of the user and make his words extremely convincing. It can steal a target's extraordinary ability within a range of 50 meters. The more you know the target, the easier it is to steal it. The one you want, the more ignorant you are, the closer it is to randomness, relying on luck.

"When the target sequence is higher than 6, there may be a failure result, and the higher the target sequence, the greater the probability of failure.

"After the theft is successful, the original target loses that extraordinary ability and must recover at least 12 hours later, while the owner of the 'fire seed' can use it proficiently for about 10 minutes.

"And it's expensive because it has very little downside."

After quietly listening to the other party's introduction, Emlyn became very interested in the magical item "Tinder", and asked:

"What are the downsides?"

Leonard stroked his hair casually, smiled and said:

"One is that when wearing it, there is a high probability that items on the body will be lost, and the other is that after using it, a certain Extraordinary ability of oneself will be lost for at least 12 hours, but there will only be one within this time frame, in other words, Even if used multiple times, only one item is lost."

"Compared to many sealed items I know, its negative impact is really small." Emlyn cleared his throat and nodded slightly.

He took the "Tinder" gloves, checked them carefully, and then took out the cash in the suitcase one by one, and put them on the coffee table.

Then, he put the gloves into the suitcase instead of carrying them directly.

Putting on the suitcase, Emlyn returned to the Harvest Church the same way as before, entered the priest's lounge, and set up the sacrificial ceremony.

The illusory and hazy mysterious door opened, and the red glove passed through the dark and deep void, and was about to enter above the gray mist.

At this moment, a distorted and terrifying little human face suddenly appeared on the surface of the glove in contact with the gray mist.

It keeps evaporating and trying to maintain it.

Seeing this scene, Klein wasn't too surprised. After all, the grandfather in Leonard's body is an angel of the "thief" path, and what Amon's avatar can do, he might not be unable to do.

For this, he was fully prepared, and believed that even if the opponent really reached the level of Amon, he could clear the corresponding breath and prevent the opponent from noticing the existence of the gray fog, so as to attack "Moon" Emlyn.

Picking up the "Scepter of the Sea God" that had been placed in front of him earlier, Klein made the blue "gems" light up at the same time in a condescending posture.

All of a sudden, the gray mist was silvery and bright, and bunches of lightning were like rainstorms, carrying a little power of the gray mist, and fell on the face of the little phantom one after another.

The human face dissipated completely before it even had time to scream, leaving behind a dead translucent bug with twelve transparent rings on it.

"The Worm of Time... But it's weaker than Amon..." Klein whispered, beckoning the red glove and the familiar bug to fly over at the same time.

After careful identification, he confirmed that the bug was basically the same as the one left by Amon's clone.

"The grandfather of the poet classmate is in the same sequence as Amon, Sequence 1? No, not necessarily, this may just be a characteristic of a previous sequence...

"If, if it's really Sequence 1, considering that Amon is the son of the Creator, the king of angels, maybe he also incorporates uniqueness, or another Sequence 1 characteristic..." Klein made a guess, but couldn't confirm it.

As for what the dead "worm of time" could be used for, and when his spirituality would completely dissipate, because he lacked the corresponding knowledge, he could only casually throw it into the debris pile.

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Backlund, 7 Pinster Street.

Leonard Mitchell sat on the sofa with his eyes closed and his feet resting on the coffee table, as if he was using a short sleep to make up for being awake all night.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly opened his eyes and said in a low voice:

"What's going on? Is there a real buyer for Tinder?"

A slightly old voice sounded in his mind immediately:

"The breath I left behind has been cleared, completely and completely cleared."

"Did you find anything?" Leonard retracted his legs and asked in a deep voice.

The old voice sighed and said:

"No.

"Before I knew it, it was over.

"If I am in my best condition, I may be able to grasp the corresponding clues. Unfortunately, I have been weak for many years."

Leonard was silent for ten seconds, shook his head and said:

"Then just ignore it for the time being."

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Above the gray mist, Klein listened to Emlyn's prayers, wrote down the information about the mystical items told by the other party, and checked the glove called "Tinder" over and over again.

"Hehe, this way, I also have the glove on my right hand." He chuckled and said to himself.

After careful consideration, Klein gave up the attempt to immediately steal the "True Creator" mental pollution in the "All-Black Eye". He did this to ensure success and hoped to save the opportunity until he could prepare the "Master Puppet" potion. ——According to the records of the City of Silver, even without the gray fog shielding, there is no problem with this operation, and with the gray fog, things will no longer have any accidents, even if it is the spiritual pollution left by the "true creator".

"You can also use 'Tinder' at ordinary times, well, when you need to use it, you have to put money, pocket watches, and other magical items on the gray mist, so that nothing can be lost... Actually, even if you don't do this, the problem is still there. No big deal, I’m a fortune teller, if I lose something, I’m afraid I won’t be able to find it back? Hehe, in normal combat, the left hand is ‘squirming hunger’ and the right hand is ‘fire seed’, just thinking about it makes me feel pretty powerful…” Klein Withdrawing his thoughts, he found that the Sequence 5 "Secret Puppet Master" potion has basically been prepared, except for two more common auxiliary materials.

He nodded invisibly, and said silently to himself:

"Just wait until the 'Faceless Man' potion is completely digested!

"Then, take the ship of 'Admiral of the Stars' or Mr. 'The Hanged Man' and go to the easternmost part of the Sonia Sea to look for the mermaid."

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