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For a while, Klein, who had no answer, had no dangerous hunch, and he took up the slender blood crystal, then bent over and examined Gilthias, who lost half of his head and demonized.

"I don't know if I can get a reward, how much can I get... I don't know who the military contact person here is? Take a telegram to Usk Kent? This time, plus his remote operation time. No, three or four days will definitely not work, I will have to leave tomorrow... and, inevitably, the benefits to the middlemen." He took a few words, went aside, picked up a half-height silk hat with obvious scars, and wore it. Got to the head.

Then, he dragged the heavy and huge demon corpse, step by step to the door, and stretched out the door.

The sound of the wind blew in, and the quietness inside the house disappeared.

Klein rubbed his finger off the "line of the spirit" and continued to drag the horrible demon body, through the corridor, down the stairs, down to the first floor.

At this time, there were no more people left in the bar, the table was turned over, and the pieces were scattered all over the place.

Klein entered the hall through the broken staircase, looked around and found the boss who was squinting at the bar. He had few bodyguards hired and scattered around.

Hey, hey, hey... Klein stepped over and the demon corpse behind him ran into a lot of tables and chairs.

"You, what do you want to do?" The boss stepped back and asked with a scorpion.

His bodyguards gathered together in a treacherous manner, their eyes drifting, their bodies are different, and it seems that once an accident occurs, they will immediately rush.

Klein stopped and took the body of Gilshies to the front.

Then he said quietly:

"Can you get a bounty?"

The boss stayed for a second, his instinct moved down, and he saw the huge demon corpse still entwined with a little blue flame.

He and his bodyguards took a sigh of relief at the same time, and they had the illusion that they were not in the real world.

This turned out to be a real demon!

In addition to the unobstructed goat horn, it is exactly the same as the demon described in the church books and legends!

For ordinary people living in pirate paradise, it is not too rare to witness supernatural powers. In this respect, their knowledge is significantly higher than that of the colonies and the kingdoms of the west of Olav, but as a big bar. The boss and the guards have never seen the real demons, and even suspect that this is the church’s smearing of the unofficial extraordinary.

The boss struggled to retreat his gaze and looked at the cold adventurer’s clothing:

"Yes, they, they should have a way to confirm that this is Gilch Ace.

"Is it Gilschis?"

Klein secretly sighed and silently nodded.

The boss pondered for two seconds and squeezed out a fearful smile:

"But I can't get it all, you know, it takes some money, the cost is about 30%, otherwise you have to wait a long time, 9500 pounds is not a small amount, for Toskat Port, at least a week, This, it is because there are often pirates infested here, and there are often adventurers who take rewards, so there are always plenty of money. On Orawi Island, in other places, maybe two weeks or even a month."

£9,500 is not really a small amount. Klein clearly remembers that when he was in Tingen, the budget for the night squad was only 1,000 pounds a month, or shared by the church and the police.

He thought about it and said to the bar owner:

"Do you know me?"

"Know." The boss nodded.

Klein swept everyone and continued to ask:

"Can you find out where I live?"

"Yes, yes." The boss didn't dare to lie.

Klein "hmm", said in a flat and straightforward tone:

"Before noon tomorrow, send a reward of 6,000 pounds."

6000 pounds? This is less than 70%, less than 600 pounds... The boss slammed, and did not expect crazy adventurers to take the initiative to cut prices.

"Can you do it?" Klein asked again.

The extra £650 is his compensation for the bar. After all, the situation here is quite miserable. However, this kind of words cannot be said by the crazy adventurers. He believes that the bar owner is not a philanthropist and certainly will not put extra money. Give money to others.

The boss replied after thinking seriously:

"can!"

Even if the official process is not so fast, he does not worry about it, because he intends to borrow some money, together with his own savings, to put the rewards that Gelman Sparo needs.

There are not many businesses that can earn hundreds of pounds at a time, and you must never let go!

Klein nodded, didn't speak again, turned his body and walked to the bar door.

Near the door, he pulled out a few yellow copper coins from his pocket and threw them to a small round table next to him.

Dangdang, these coins rolled to a calming, totaling 8 pence.

In the process of doing this, Klein's footsteps in black long dresses did not stop and slow, and the back disappeared quickly at the gate.

"He, what does he mean?" The boss opened his mouth in amazement and stunned.

Most of the bodyguards shook their heads with the same expression, indicating that they did not know what the intention of Gilman Sparo lost the coin.

The only bodyguard who was originally at the gate frowned and thought about it, not sure:

"When he first came in, he took it away, took someone else's beer and threw it to Gilthias.

"Is this beer with a cup of money?"

Once again, the bar was quiet. The boss and several bodyguards could not accept such an explanation, but inexplicably felt that it was quite in line with the style of the crazy adventurer, German Sparrow.

............

It ruined a set of clothes, which is almost 9 pounds... Fortunately, this time the income is very high... Well, I will re-match it tomorrow... After turning into another street, Klein stopped and examined the next step. Your own state.

He did not hurry to return to the hotel where he stayed. First, according to the information provided by the "New Lun Party" boss Mosona, he found a policeman who was controlled by drugs, helped the gang to do many bad things, and even faked the plot to kill witnesses. The spiritual approach confirms the other's crimes, and then allows the “squirming hunger” to enjoy the true meal that belongs to today.

After doing this, Klein returned to the hotel in a carriage and entered the room.

With a little arrangement, he used the ritual to bring "squirming hunger" and slender blood crystals to the fog.

Sitting at the top of the bronze long table, Klein did not hesitate to pick up the gloves and release the soul of the "Light Priest."

The strongest of the sequence 5 is a veteran, temperamental, and easy-going old man. He puts a simple white priest's robes and bows to the mysterious existence in the fog. He expressed his gratitude.

Klein gently decapitated, it was a response, then directly with a paper pen, writing the next divination statement:

“The potion formula of the ‘Sun’ route sequence above 7.”

Relying on the back of the chair, he began to psychic in the way of "dream divination."

The gray world quickly changed. He saw that the "Light Priest" had a brown parchment in the sun-filled study, which was copied in Guvsak:

"Sequence 6, ‘notary public’.

"Main material: 1 part of the roots of the tree of the elders, 5 pieces of the tail feathers of the Chilings.

"Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of radiant Qiling tree juice, a golden flower of the golden side, a white flower of the white side, and 5 drops of the water fern juice."

After a few seconds of pause, the waves floated and rebuilt a luxurious palace with gold statues everywhere.

Inside the hall, a man with a pure light that makes people dare not look straight to the half-billions below:

"This is the potion recipe of the Priest of Light, remember to drive out the darkness and praise the sun."

The old man was excited and unfolded the old parchment in his hand:

"Sequence 5, 'The Priest of Light'.

"Main material: the red crown of the king of the dawn rooster, a piece of pure white brilliant stone.

"Auxiliary materials: 5 grams of rosemary, 7 drops of citrus juice, 10 ml of rock water, 60 ml of blood of the king of the dawn rooster.

“Ritual: In the pure darkness, bury the whole body in ice that would not melt normally, and then take the potion.”

The picture disappears quickly and there is no more content.

Klein is not surprised by this. He knows very well that when it comes to the semi-god field, the seven churches often provide potions and rituals directly, and they don't give recipes.

At this time, the figure of the "Priest of Light" has dissipated more than half of the forcible spirit.

His painful expression was faint, his head was up, his arms were opened, and he was in a position to embrace the sun.

"Like the sun!" The "Priest of Light" closed his eyes and opened his mouth.

This is the last sentence he said. His spirit quickly disintegrated and faded, falling into the fog and disappearing completely.

A devotee... Klein sighed and commented, then quickly recalled what he saw in his dream and transcribed the recipe.

One of the main materials of the "notary" is the rhizome of the tree of the elders... I remember that the "psychologist" of the "Justice" potion needs the fruit of the tree of the elders... so it seems that "the audience" and " The sun is really likely to be interchanged in high sequences... The ritual of "the priest of light" is difficult for the average person to find ice cubes that normally do not melt, while the small "sun" is different, and the "human abandoned land" is a living person. There may be disappearing in the pure darkness. I have to think of a way to evade... to drive out the darkness and praise the sun is to play the law? Klein thought for a while and picked up the slender blood crystals from Gil's body.

He considered it for a few seconds and carefully wrote the corresponding divination statement:

"It's the origin."

Holding the items and paper, Klein once again whispered the sentence and entered the dream.

In the gray world, he saw the two tall, tall, sloping sailboats "dead" and saw Gilthias climbing the ladder and up to the deck.

The "desire apostle" had just stepped on his feet, and there was a thick black mist in the gap between the decks. It was full of fallen and sinful taste, completely enveloping Gilshiis, and the pollution corroded all the flicker on him. The items of Aura, including himself.

The fog quickly shrank and got into the chest of Gil'his, and the color gradually turned red, like blood.

In the end, everything was back to normal, and Gilthias was kneeling on one side and facing the deck:

"Your will is my will, the great ‘death'!”

The picture shattered and Klein opened his eyes.

He sat up straight, looked at the slender blood crystal, and silently said to himself:

"Is the death number alive?"

“A seal with a living character?

“This crystal is the source of control for the crew and is highly polluting. Therefore, magical items with insufficient personality will be corroded?”

PS: I saw the next month's ticket, there is not much difference, and the morning is even more!