Klein pressed against the gray wall, sat upright slowly, shook his head with a smile:

"My brain resisted work until it filled my stomach."

This is both the truth and a lie, because the saint will still be hungry and thirsty before becoming a complete mythical creature, but for a demigod of sequence 3, he will not replenish food and water for ten days and a half months. It is also affordable. As for the complete mythical creatures, eating is just a hobby, not a necessity.

What Klein wanted to express was that he needed to adjust his state to the best before he could officially escape.

"A 'magician' habit." Amon commented with a smile, "I'm not responsible for providing food, but you can figure it out yourself."

Klein glanced at the leather lantern on the ground, thought for a few seconds, reached out his right hand, and grabbed it in the void.

A low-end coffee table suddenly appeared in front of him. It was an item in Dawn Dontress's residence.

In the dim light, Klein once again reached out and summoned, and took out a beautifully packed box from the historical hole.

This box contains a complete set of cutlery, including knives, forks, plates, and cups.

Klein chose this thing because summoning different tableware alone could not make up a set-he could only maintain images in three historical pores at the same time.

After setting up the utensils without hesitation, Klein poised his head politely and nodded to Amon wearing a pointed soft hat. Then he summoned a piece of seven with black pepper juice from the historical hole. Divide cooked steak.

It fell into a porcelain plate, braving a little heat, and with the cutting of the table knife, there was still a side of myoglobin remaining.

Klein forkned a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth. He felt that the texture was real, the taste was wonderful, and not false at all, and it really smoothed the anxiety in his stomach.

"In a quarter of an hour, not only will I not be hungry, but I will also get a 'real' supplement." After swallowing that piece of beef, Klein smiled and introduced him to Amon, like a hospitable host, not a kidnap Poor extraordinary person.

Amon reached the lower edge of the monocle carved from crystal and nodded with a smile:

"I tried and it was fine.

"You're adjusting very quickly, don't you really consider being my dependent?"

Klein cut another piece of beef and, while lifting it up, responded as if chatting with friends:

"just kill me."

At this moment, more frequent lightning and endless darkness alternately ruled this land, and the surrounding areas could not be illuminated. One eye stared at it without any emotion. The dark red twisted grass at the tip followed from time to time The breeze was dancing gently.

In the semi-collapsed building, the dim light is plated with warm colors for the artistic coffee table and delicate tableware. in contrast.

Klein stared at the eyes of the terrible monsters in the dark, enjoying the food elegantly and gracefully on this barren, horrified earth.

After eating the steak, he brought in a small glass of ice wine from Meige Manor and drank it.

Then, creamy soup, pan-fried cod, pea stewed tender lamb, baked potato skins, and various wines were summoned in order and entered Klein's belly.

In this process, the earliest steak to eat has exceeded the maintenance time and disappeared out of thin air, but Klein's stomach bag and body were paralyzed by subsequent food and did not notice this.

Of course, coffee tables and meals have to be summoned, otherwise they won't end at all.

At the end of the meal, Klein continued to probe, taking out a cup from the void, filled with a ball of vanilla ice cream.

Klein then dug the ice cream with a spoonful of dessert spoon and stuffed it into the mouth, feeling its melting and sweetness.

After eating a ball, he was still exhausted and summoned another ball from the historical hole.

In this way, Klein ate five **** of different flavors of ice cream in a row.

When Klein probed for the sixth time, Amon sitting on his side suddenly laughed:

"Your destiny has changed abnormally and you are lucky enough.

"Is this what you are prepared for?"

Klein's right hand suddenly stuck in mid-air, and the pupils appeared to have a certain degree of enlargement.

Almost at the same time, in the deep darkness surrounding the place where the lantern light could not reach, all the strange creatures twitched, and instantly became Kline's secret puppet.

This time, Klein sent out a hundred "spirit worms" in one breath, hoping that lucky ones could avoid Amon's theft.

Then, behind the coffee table, the figure wearing a black woolen coat and no hat was replaced with a vicious vampire with pus.

The very artistic coffee table and exquisite tableware were like glass falling on the ground, and numerous cracks cracked and shattered.

They quickly returned to the historical pores so as not to affect Kline's subsequent call.

The next second, the one hundred mythical puppets, along with the Klein's body who did not know where they were hiding, probed together, grabbed them into the void, and tried to avoid Amon's interference.

At this moment, they are all "ancient scholars".

This is the ability derived from the "magic mage" and the source of the qualitative change of the "fortune teller".

Of course, the probability of success of each mysterious puppet is independent, and will not affect each other.

At this moment, Klein is summoning the projection of the messenger lady Renette Tinicole when he resumes its peak in the Tudor ruins. Because of the relationship between the contract and the spell, this is the easiest way to summon him from the historical void Angel image!

Amon was still sitting in his place leisurely, and his monocles shimmered, watching 101 Klein calling at the same time.

With his right hand poked out, he retracted it again. Klein and his one hundred mythical puppets were unsuccessful, and Renette Tinicole was not dragged out of the void.

At this moment, Amon raised his right hand and grasped it forward.

His arm was slightly sinking, and he arbitrarily pulled back. A giant castle appeared outside the semi-collapsed building, wearing a gloomy complex skirt and a rag doll bound by vines.

"Ancient Evil", Renee Tinicole!

Amon stole the historical pore image summoned by Klein!

Renette Tinicole's red eyes instantly reflected the figure of Klein's one hundred puppets.

Silently, those mysterious puppets that look like Klein or monsters have shimmered, turning into goats with long horns, white rabbits, and other different animals.

"Curse of Metamorphosis"!

Klein's body had long since disappeared, and then emerged from the firelight rising from the leather lantern.

He glanced at the various animals that might be called himself, and suddenly sat down again, hehe laughed:

"Walking after meals can effectively improve your health."

He didn't mention anything about the attempt to escape, as if nothing had happened.

Amon kept his previous leisurely attitude and nodded in a very cooperative smile:

"I've read a lot of books written by humans, and they do have such views."

Speaking of which, he raised his finger to the Renette Tinicole projection outside:

"Is this your messenger?"

This was something that could easily be confirmed. Klein didn't conceal it. He said "um" and nodded.

"It's a pity." Amon looked up and down at Renette Tinicole's projection and shook her head.

Klein asked as he felt the sequential disappearance of the food in his stomach pouch:

"What a pity?"

"I should take you to wait a few days in Bakerland, so that you can wait for your messenger to send you a letter, and then he will be my messenger." Amon pushed the monocular in the lower right eye. Glasses, said with a smile, "Stealing an angel messenger is challenging and fun, isn't it? Life always needs some fun, excitement and expectation."

"I think so too." Klein responded sincerely to Amon's words.

"It's a pity." Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat, shook his head again. "'Night' is an object that must be careful. If I stay, I don't know what will happen."

In speaking, the "time angel" released the maintenance of the image of Renette Tinicole's historical pores and let him disappear in front of Klein.

"You're right, goddess, it seems very daunting?" Klein disguised the goddess of "night goddess".

Of course, he doesn't need to pretend, he is still a favor of the night.

Amon's gaze moved towards the leather lantern in the semi-collapsed building, watching the dim light:

"I can't steal what I want to know from the secret. I can't understand what else he will arrange, and the real point is."

For an angel king of the "stealer" approach, there are enough reasons to fear it.

Taking advantage of Amon's opportunity to answer this question, Klein suddenly recited the name of "Night Goddess" in giant language in his heart:

"You are the nocturnal goddess who is higher than the stars and longer than eternity ..."

As soon as he read this sentence, the thought was lost. If he had not planned it before, he would hardly know that he had made such an attempt.

Amon turned to look at him and smiled:

"You want to test if I steal your thoughts and words, will I repeat them in my heart?

"As long as you are the 'parasite' of Sequence 4, you can control the stolen things and make them appear at the right time."

"So," Klein nodded softly. "Thank you."

While speaking, Klein quickly summed up the experience and lessons of the escape operation just now:

Because of the existence and affiliation of the contract, of all the angels I know, calling the messenger is the easiest to succeed;

Summoning ice cream from Will in the past can establish a subtle connection with him who represents destiny and get lucky favors. Well, each ball of ice cream can represent a part of luck ... I originally intended to cover up with the calling of ice cream , Secretly summoning the "Serpent of Destiny";

After that, the summoning must first do some interference, otherwise Amon can directly steal the historical pore image I summoned, and it took so much effort to send him a helper ...

Just as Klein's thoughts twitched, Amon pointed to the bunch of animals that had suffered the "curse of deformation", and smiled slightly:

"Aren't you worried that there is no suitable food in the land abandoned by God? Now there are, as long as the curse is not lifted, they are real animals."

... Klein froze and looked at the goats and white rabbits suddenly.

Driven by his thoughts, the eyes of the animals turned to him at the same time.

In a sense, these are all Klein himself, after all, they are the curse of the "spirit bug" combined with monsters.