“You can pay after confirmation.” The Eye of Wisdom, wearing a hooded robe, walked directly to Klein and handed him the dark golden brooch.

It’s very atmospheric... Klein just reached out to take it, and before he had time to take a closer look, he felt that the surroundings had become hot. Even the wind seemed to be burned by a raging fire. Once inhaled into the nose, it spread and burned to the lungs.

At this moment, he seemed to have left the cold and damp Backlund and was now in the desert and wilderness in the central part of the northern continent. Above his head was the sun emitting infinite light and heat, and around him was the boundless yellow sand that was extremely dry.

Phew, makes me want to eat ice cream... Sweat slowly seeped out of Klein's forehead, but due to the tight adhesion of the iron mask, those sweat could not fall freely and could only stay in place stickyly.

Through direct touch, he sensed the pure warm power radiating outward, while the extraordinary people around him showed no signs of abnormality.

After pinning the brooch in the correct position, Klein radiated his spirituality and immersed it into the dark golden surface.

With a bang, he saw pure golden spots flying all over the sky and received a lot of information.

This includes how to use some spells in the "Sun" field with the help of the brooch.

The key lies in the spiritual input skills and the coordinated opening spells!

Among them, the "Brooch" will provide spirituality for two seconds, and will summon a sacred light from the sky to purify undead creatures and cause certain damage to other types of targets.

Continuously providing spirituality for five seconds and reciting the word "sun" in the ancient Hermetic language can produce a small amount of "sun holy water", which can drive away evil spirits, drive away the cold, and purify resentful souls.

In addition to the differences in strength and interruption, the rest of the spells can be cast accordingly.

"Fire of Light" is a dense, sacred, golden flame that appears out of thin air; "Purification Slash" is an effective attack against evil spirits and can be attached to bullets; "Immunity to Fear" makes the wearer no longer feel afraid; and "Sacred Oath" temporarily increases one's strength, agility, fire damage or holy damage by silently reciting the corresponding ancient Hermetic words.

"Solar Halo" is aimed at companions within a range of 20 meters, and can effectively increase their courage and purify the evil forces in their bodies.

It feels good. Apart from not being weird enough, there aren't any major flaws. It complements my "magician" ability perfectly... It's just a little hot... All Klein imagined in his mind was himself in short-sleeved shirts.

He rolled up his robe and took out stacks of banknotes from his inner pocket. Together with the 900 pounds he had just received from the lady behind the "craftsman", he counted out a total of 2,000 pounds in cash and gave it to the waiter of "Eye of Wisdom".

After counting three times and finally confirming that everything was correct, Klein looked at his rapidly deflated "wallet" and felt both happy and melancholy.

The money he had saved with great difficulty was reduced to 574 pounds in banknotes and 5 gold coins.

However, he also obtained his second magical item, the "Sun Brooch", which has significantly less side effects than the "Master Key" and more outstanding abilities!

It’s just too hot... Klein reached out and touched the iron mask, almost taking it off to fan himself.

The amount of money returned to him, and he no longer considered buying anything else. He sat there quietly and listened until the end.

Stimulated by the 2,000-pound transaction, tonight's party was relatively lively. For example, the whip woven from the feathers of the sacred sunbird was sold for 850 pounds. For example, the "Eye of Wisdom" made consecutive moves and bought an ancient book and an extraordinary material.

When it was over, the Eye of Wisdom looked around, looked at Klein, and chuckled:

"You'll be the first to leave."

They're afraid that I'll be robbed... Klein thanked them sincerely and walked out of the living room under the guidance of the waiter. He then impatiently took off his hooded robe and iron mask.

He had tried it just now. He used spiritual wrapping and blocking to isolate the "Sun Brooch" from continuously purifying the surroundings and prevent its existence from being discovered by other extraordinary people, but the negative effects could not be weakened unless he did not carry it with him.

In order to ensure my mental health, I will only use it when I need it in the future. Normally, "purification bullets" and "exorcism bullets" will be enough... Klein left the party venue, made a big circle, and came to the outside of the Brave Bar.

He went in, took a look around, and soon came out again and hired a carriage.

As expected, he soon saw a figure in a black court dress silhouetted against him.

Sharon's appearance did not change at all. She asked in a vague and illusory tone:

"Are you ready?"

“Okay, you can choose the ambush location and time. Let me know when you’ve decided.” Klein nodded calmly.

Sharon looked at him and said:

"good."

Seeing that she was about to disappear, Klein added:

"Have Caspers prepare a box of explosives and bury them scattered around different locations on the designated battlefield."

Sharon was silent for two seconds and said:

"Steve is also an expert in demolition."

“No, my main purpose is not to blow anyone up.” Klein smiled and said, “I just want to set off some fireworks.”

Sharon looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and finally just nodded.

Watching her figure quickly fade away, Klein leaned back against the car wall and opened the window, letting the bone-piercing cold wind from outside blow in. However, he still felt very hot.

I hated summer the most when I was on Earth. Well, I like popsicles, ice cream, cold drinks, and watermelon... Klein muttered as he reached into his pocket and grasped the "Sun Brooch".

This is a magical item worth 2,000 pounds!

Back on Minsk Street, Klein walked slowly along the road lined with withered trees on both sides toward House No. 15.

When passing by Lawyer Yuergen's house, he subconsciously looked inside and saw the gas lamp with a slightly blue light.

Someone is here... Klein sighed with a smile, sweat dripping down his forehead.

…………

The next day, early Thursday morning.

Just as Klein came out of the bathroom with a newspaper, he heard the doorbell ring.

Who is it? Oh, by the way, Talim mentioned that reporter Mike Joseph would come to see me today... Amid the clanking sound, Klein walked to the door and reached out to grab the handle.

The image of the visitor naturally appeared in his mind:

He was about thirty years old, wearing a black woolen coat and a half-tower hat of the same color. He had sparse eyebrows, charming blue eyes, a beautiful moustache, but rather rough skin. He was none other than Mike Joseph, a journalist for the Daily Observer.

"Good morning, Mike. Talim told me." Klein opened the door and greeted him.

There was no doubt that the "Sun Brooch" was thrown by him into the gray fog.

Mike Joseph pulled down his tie and said:

"Sorry to bother you so early, I have other things to do later."

"I understand." Klein said politely, "Have you had breakfast? How about trying the toast I made?"

Mike smiled immediately:

“I’m so sorry.”

"It would be nice if I could have a cup of hot coffee. Milk would be fine too. I see you ordered fresh milk."

“…Okay.” Klein smiled.

He busied himself with making the toast, pouring the milk, and getting out the butter tin, then he sat down and ate his half-full meal in silence.

Mike, sitting opposite him, was enjoying his breakfast without any restraint, unaware of the silent atmosphere.

Huh... Klein exhaled, put down the cup and said:

"Mike, you want to hire me to protect you?"

Mike slowly put down his knife and fork and drank a sip of milk:

"Yeah, about two days, Friday and Saturday, and maybe Sunday morning."

"Does anyone want to hurt you?" Klein asked carefully.

Mike laughed and said:

"No, this is a proactive form of self-protection."

"The editor-in-chief of the newspaper arranged for me to do an investigative report in the East District, the Dock District, and the Factory District. It is said that it was funded by a church or a nobleman."

"You know, the East Side is full of gangs and thugs, or people who are willing to sell their consciences for a bite of food. I need a protector who is good at fighting and shooting."

"Besides, most private investigators have connections in the East End, don't they?"

I don’t… I rely on metaphysics to solve cases. No, reasoning! Klein thought for a moment and said,

"But I may not have time these days."

We have to wait for Miss Sharon's action.

Mike cleared his throat and said:

"I've already applied for it, 10 pounds. The total amount for this protection mission is 10 pounds, even if nothing happens."

Klein smiled and said:

"Mike, I'm serious."

"Come to me at this time tomorrow, um, after breakfast. If I am free, I will take on this commission. If I am really too busy, I will introduce you to another detective who is also good at fighting and shooting."

For example, Stuart, for example, Kaslana... two names flashed through his mind.

Mike ate the rest of the toast and said:

"no problem."

After breakfast, Klein watched the journalist leave his home. He admired the drizzling drizzle outside through the oriel window, the carriages and pedestrians coming and going, the dark sky, and the umbrellas of different colors.

Finally, I have a normal mission... It doesn't involve a Beyonder, and it's not like catching a cat cheating... It's a pity that it's not a commission for a murder case, otherwise I could experience the feeling of a true detective... There is only one truth! Klein's thoughts were scattered, and he was in an inexplicably leisurely state.

If he wasn't still worried about Sharon and Maric, he would have planned to relax, visit various museums, buy a ticket to a big theater, listen to a few operas and concerts, and experience the international cuisines gathered in the metropolis of Backlund.

Well, I’m a casual tourist, a lonely gourmet… Klein laughed at himself and turned to walk towards the sofa area, intending to flip through the newspaper he hadn’t finished reading.

Suddenly, he found a piece of paper on the coffee table. The handwriting was elegant and restrained:

"Meet at the back door of the Brave Bar at 10 o'clock tonight."

Klein was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look out the window, and sighed silently:

"Is it finally about to begin..."

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