As the illusory feeling faded, Klein saw the strange candle in his hand again. He saw its pitch-black wick and pale-white flame.
The ground, chairs, and candles that had been shattered by the Dawn Paladin had returned to their pre-battle state. There was no sign of any damage.
At some point in time, Bishop Utravsky, who had been standing opposite him, had already sat in the first row of chairs. He was hunched forward, his head buried, and his hands were tightly covering his Sun acupoints.
Drip!
Drip!
Sweat dripped down his face and soaked the ground by his feet. A large patch of the ground there was already wet.
Sensing that the strange candle had been extinguished by Klein, Utravsky shuddered violently and raised his head under Klein's gaze.
His slightly turbid eyes were filled with tears, and his wrinkled face was crisscrossed with traces of crying.
However, his eyes were filled with emotion, joy, and clarity.
If this "giant" bishop was said to be tall and heavy before, then now, all that was left of him was the weight of his body. He no longer had the weight of his mind.
At this moment, Klein felt as though he was looking at a newborn baby.
Those tears were proof of a new life.
The corners of Utravsky's mouth curled up as he smiled benevolently.
"You're much stronger than I expected."
"No, this is only because I had sufficient understanding beforehand and had made the corresponding preparations. And in the past, not only did you not know what your opponent was good at, you were also greatly weakened. If I were to fight such a battle with you in the real World, I would be considering how to escape, "Klein answered frankly.
A prepared Magician and an unprepared Magician are completely different concepts … he silently added in his heart.
Bishop Utravsky didn't dwell on this question. His entire body exuded a relaxed air.
He said with a relaxed tone, "Thank you, my friend."
"According to our agreement, I will give you the Apothecary formula, as well as a mystical item."
As he spoke, he took out an item that looked like a needle, a hose, and a container from the pocket of his brown priest robe.
"You have two choices. This is one of them. When I obtained it, I didn't know its name, nor did I think of naming it. You can use it to draw out a tube of blood — your own blood. At a critical moment, you can transfuse it back. This way, your fatigue will disappear, your illnesses and injuries will be alleviated, and your strength, speed, balance, and other aspects will receive a temporary but significant improvement." Bishop Utravsky pointed at the item in his hand.
"Then, what about its limitations and hidden dangers?" Klein asked rationally.
Father Utravsky looked at the needle and tube with mysterious patterns and explained in detail.
"After drawing that tube of blood, you will be weak for a full twelve hours. During these twelve hours, transfusing it back won't produce any effects. Of course, the exact time limit isn't that precise. It depends on your physique and condition. In addition, it's best not to use it too frequently. Don't use it more than once a week. Otherwise, the blood transfused will not only bring you strength, but it will also make you temporarily lose your mind. And drawing blood in short intervals will also make weakness a characteristic of you."
"Apart from that, there's another problem. Once you carry it around for more than half an hour, you will become a little neurotic."
Thankfully, Bishop Utravsky didn't draw his blood beforehand. Otherwise, he would've been able to use it in the past, and my chances of winning would've been very, very low … This was the first thought that flashed through Klein's mind.
Then, he frowned slightly, worried about the negative effects of the mystical item.
Be it losing one's mind for a short period of time, being weak for twelve hours, or becoming a little neurotic, they were all latent dangers that didn't seem to be too big of a problem. However, having seen Rampagers and heard the ravings of evil gods, Klein believed that a Beyonder's mental state was very important. If it was in a trough for a long period of time, or if there were frequent abnormalities, it was quite easy for it to lead to a loss of control. It was the same even if the Beyonder had mastered the acting method!
"What's the second choice?" Klein said after two seconds of silence.
Bishop Utravsky took out an ancient brass key from his other pocket and smiled.
"It's called the Master Key. It can help you open all locks that don't contain any mysterious powers, as well as a small number of locks that have Beyonder effects attached to them. And in places without locks or doors, it can still open a passageway that doesn't belong to reality. Heh heh, the premise is that there aren't any Beyonder restrictions, and the obstacles aren't too thick."
"Its spirituality is completely converged. When it's not in use, it's very difficult for Beyonders to tell that it's different from ordinary keys."
Father Utravsky stood up again, leaving Klein with no choice but to look up at him.
This "giant" bishop took a step forward and came to the wall on the side of the cathedral hall. He pressed the Master Key against the bricks.
With a gentle twist, he felt as if he had entered water. Then, ripples spread out as he passed through the wall and arrived outside.
Right on the heels of that, Bishop Utravsky used the same method to return to the cathedral hall, returning to Klein's line of sight.
"Have you decided on which mystical item to choose?" the tall priest asked with his head lowered.
"Yes, what's the latent danger of the Master Key?" Klein asked after some deliberation.
Bishop Utravsky smiled warmly.
"The person who carries it will occasionally get lost."
"According to others, it should be random getting lost."
Lost? I'm a Seer with spiritual intuition … Klein mumbled as he gradually made up his mind.
After a few seconds, he said,
"I want the Master Key."
He didn't want to have any mental problems and accumulate the risk of losing control.
What a pity, what I want the most is that strange candle … It's similar to the deepest depths of the soul, the lowest level of the dream. It's equivalent to my home turf … He sighed inwardly.
"Alright." Bishop Utravsky handed the ancient brass key to Klein and exchanged it for the strange candle wrapped in human skin.
As Klein examined the mystical item, he pointed behind him and said, "The Apothecary's formula is in the room.
"The Apothecary's formula is in the room. I'll go get it. You wait here for a while."
Klein nodded in response. Taking the opportunity when Bishop Utravsky's figure disappeared from the hall, he took out a penny and divined if the other party was lying about the Master Key.
After receiving a positive answer, he walked to the wall with a row of candles in front of him and pressed the ancient brass key against the hard barrier.
Infusing it with spirituality and twisting the key, Klein's vision suddenly blurred before it became clear.
At this moment, there were no longer burning candles, neat chairs, and straight walls in his line of sight. There were only withered grass and some rubbish on the muddy ground. To the side, there was a gas street lamp standing upright.
"It's really out." Klein nodded with a smile, turned around, and once again used the Master Key to successfully return to the cathedral hall.
After waiting for another ten seconds, Utravsky walked in with heavy footsteps, holding a roll of yellowish-brown goatskin in his hand.
"You can seek an appraisal. If there's a problem, I'll always be at the Harvest Church." The Giant Bishop handed the Apothecary formula to Klein.
Main ingredients: Horn of an adult Unicorn Pegasus, 3 grams of Crown Jellyfish venom crystal … Klein scanned it and replied with a smile.
"I'll confirm its authenticity."
For example, divination above the gray fog … he added inwardly.
Bishop Utravsky nodded slightly and didn't say another word. He turned around and walked to the Sacred Emblem of Life of Mother Earth.
He stretched out his arms and chanted in a low voice:
"Thank you, Source of Life!
"Praise you, Mother of All!"
…
Klein put away the Master Key and the Apothecary formula, and after Utravsky stopped, he said half-jokingly, "That's right.
After Utravsky stopped, he said half-jokingly, "Could it be that my arrival was arranged by Mother Earth?
Otherwise, why are you thanking "Her"? Klein, a fake believer of the Evernight Goddess, clicked his tongue inwardly.
"Yes, all of this was arranged by Mother Earth. Otherwise, the matter of me seeking help wouldn't have reached your ears. I wouldn't have come to Baekeland, nor would I have obtained that Mental Terror Candle," Bishop Utravsky said with a gentle smile without a hint of anger.
A complete and self-consistent believer's logic, but … Klein suddenly felt that he couldn't communicate with him. He pressed his hand to his chest and bowed.
"Thank you for your generosity. It's time for me to bid you farewell."
He straightened his body and quickly retreated, quickly disappearing from the cathedral hall and into Rose Street.
Ten minutes later, he saw the golden outer wall of the Harvest Church from another direction. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Will I not be able to return without divination? he muttered to himself. He really wanted to stubbornly rely on himself to overcome the matter of being lost.
However, his hands were faster than his voice. He had already snapped off the branches of the trees and made them into a makeshift dowsing rod.
The dowsing rod technique could search for people, objects, and directions!
This time, Klein finally returned home successfully. He went above the gray fog to confirm the authenticity of the formula and the latent dangers of the Master Key.
…
The next day, which was Sunday morning.
After waking up and having breakfast, Klein took out a pen and paper and wrote a letter to Eichinger Stanton. He asked him to get the police department's help to confirm the current situation of the suspects in the serial murders from four years ago. The targets were single prostitutes with a child.
After folding the letter and stuffing it into an envelope, Klein stuck a black stamp with a penny on it. He put on his clothes, took his hat and cane, and walked out of his house, preparing to send it to the mailbox at the end of the street.
At that moment, he saw Mrs. Stelyn Sammer from next door come out dressed up with her husband, Mr. Luke.
A rental carriage was already parked in front of their door.
"Good morning. Coming to the banquet so early?" Klein asked in surprise.
Luke chuckled.
"It's not really a banquet. It's more of a helping hand."
Mrs. Stelyn raised her chin slightly and added, "Mary has successfully entered the Kingdom's National Atmospheric Pollution Council.
"Mary has successfully joined the Kingdom's National Atmospheric Pollution Council. There will be a grand ball tonight. We have to go and help in advance."
Mrs. Mary's hopes have been fulfilled? Impressive … Klein sighed and said with a smile, "That's right.
"Please congratulate Mrs. Mary on my behalf."
Luke Sammer nodded.
"You haven't seen this morning's newspaper, right? All the members of the National Atmospheric Pollution Council have been published. "
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