After watching butler Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the restaurant and looked around. He found that the servants and maids were much more energetic than usual, and even a little restless.

"Sure enough, the 'Staff of Life' does affect humans, but it's not that exaggerated. It's in a relatively normal and acceptable range... According to this logic, the reproductive capacity of servants must have been improved. The only problem is that they don't have a spouse, so it can't be reflected...

"Hmm... Will Mr. Butler's return home today lead to more children in nine to ten months... His wife is nearly 40 years old, and giving birth in this era is a bit dangerous. Of course, as the other party in reproduction, the influence of the 'Staff of Life' will spread, so there shouldn't be any problem...

“Hmm, I wonder if the potential impact will make it easier to conceive. If the birth rate on Boklund Street increases significantly after Dwayne Dantès moves in, then my reputation will be ruined…” Klein’s thoughts wandered endlessly, and he finally concluded in his mind:

The "Staff of Life" is indeed very evil!

From now on, I will only go into the real world for a period of time every day, and try not to affect the humans around me!

After breakfast, Klein took his personal servant Enuni to the first floor and prepared to go out for a walk.

At this time, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.

"Good morning, sir." Seeing Dwayne Dantès coming, the two maids immediately stood up, made way for him, and greeted him.

Of course, if they are in a more corner, they will try not to make any noise so as not to disturb their employer. This is the instruction from the butler Walter.

Klein nodded slightly, responded simply, and slowly approached the door.

At this time, the two maids suddenly saw an ear of wheat stuck on Enuni's head, the grains were full and golden and attractive.

Before they had time to take a closer look, the valet seemed to notice something unusual, raised his right hand, and pulled out the ear of wheat with considerable force.

The two maids looked at each other, somewhat surprised and somewhat amused.

They thought that this was probably because when Enuni followed Mr. Dantes to the Meigo Manor, she accidentally got some wheat ears on her body and brought them all the way back to 160 Böklund Street, and let them scatter in places in her room that were not easy to clean, such as under her pillow. Then, when she was sleeping last night, she pushed the pillow away because of a dream, and an ear of wheat rolled into her hair, but she didn't notice it when she washed up at breakfast.

Although this process is complicated and not easy to achieve, it at least has a certain probability.

"It can't be that Enuni grew an ear of wheat by itself..." The two maids muttered and continued to work.

After leaving 160 Böklund Street, Klein and Enuni walked slowly under the Intis sycamore tree whose leaves had begun to turn yellow, breathing in the relatively fresh autumn air.

Similar to him, some of his neighbors also take a morning walk.

Of course, this was not a custom among Backlund's upper class. Last year, the smog was still very serious and the air was quite pungent. No one was willing to waste time on the streets in the cold wind and wet feeling.

As neighbors, they would undoubtedly greet each other if they met. When they passed each other, a barrister saw out of the corner of his eye that Dwayne Dantès's valet had raised his hand to cover his mouth and nose, as if he was yawning.

When the mixed-race young man put down his right hand, the barrister suddenly noticed something different:

“His nose seems to be straighter…

"Haha, I must have been thinking about this too much and had hallucinations...

"My nose bridge would be better if it were a little straighter..."

The barrister raised his hand and rubbed his nose as he thought about it. At the same time, he saw two wild dogs chasing in front of him and trying to breed in the street.

…………

After taking a walk, Klein returned to the living room on the third floor and placed the "Staff of Life" above the gray fog.

"It does have a certain effect. The focus of the 'weird magician' is to create terrifying scenes to scare people, and to use strange methods to make people panic... It's really a bit like a 'director', but a horror movie director...

"Well, you don't have to be really scared... There are terrifying scenes hidden in the peaceful daily life, and the people around are completely unaware of it. They just occasionally associate it with others, and when they think deeply about it, they will be frightened by some possibility, so much so that they dare not turn off the lights and have nightmares. This is also a kind of horror movie..." Klein examined his own state and summarized and summarized his experience in the past few months. Finally, he condensed it into the keyword "horror movie director."

After realizing this, he had many ideas on how to quickly digest the potion.

This requires him not only to defeat the enemy, but also to treat the enemy like the protagonist or important supporting role in a horror movie!

"This is very troublesome. For a demigod-level target, I must go all out. I don't have the energy to make it fancy... Well, there is no need to find a demigod target. There is no such restriction for roleplaying. I can just 'teleport' to the sea, find some lucky pirates to 'participate', and create some horror stories...

"Yes, since I'm a director, I have to make sure my 'works' are spread! It seems that every time I have to let some of the 'actors' escape successfully, spread the nightmares they experienced, and create corresponding sea legends. I can't just feed them all to the 'creeping hunger'..." As Klein was making a plan, he suddenly thought of a question:

Among those horror legends that have a certain mass base in the northern continent and the ocean, how many were deliberately created by the "weird wizard"?

“There must be some... Well, if Amon were to play the role of the ‘weird wizard’, he would probably be able to digest the potion in less than a month. His talent in this area is simply amazing, and he doesn’t consider the consequences very much... In fact, while looking for pirates to ‘shoot a horror movie’, he can also find an opportunity to scare other demigods. He doesn’t have to fight them to the death. He can leave after achieving his goal..." Klein's thoughts flashed, and he came up with an auxiliary role-playing plan.

So he seriously considered his goal:

"I definitely can't look for angels or above. If I'm not familiar with them, they'll make me the protagonist of a horror movie, the kind that will kill me. If I'm familiar with them, they know that I'm a 'weird wizard', so I can't scare them...

"I don't know the whereabouts of many of the saints. Scare the archbishops and it will easily cause unnecessary reactions, leading to more tense world situations and premature outbreaks of war...

"Well, after eliminating all these, the most suitable targets are the fanatical demigod Patrick Braine of the Artificial Death God Sect of the Spiritual Cult, the members of Will Auceptin's Fate Council, and..."

After making a list, Klein decided to take some time out in the next two days to visit Dr. Allen Kress, bring some ice cream to a baby, and ask where those "senators" are recently.

If you want to scare other people's subordinates, you must get the Speaker's consent!

After sorting out his thoughts, Klein felt better. He went out again, prayed and donated at St. Samuel's Church, and then stayed at the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund until noon.

In the afternoon, he met with several businessmen seeking investment, as well as professional lawyers and accountants, and behaved like a normal wealthy man.

After filling his stomach and returning to the semi-open room with a large balcony, Klein was considering whether to visit Dr. Allen Kress directly at his home tomorrow, or to invite his family to dinner at Serenzo Restaurant, which serves delicious ice cream, when inspiration suddenly struck him.

He looked sideways, and was not surprised at all to see the messenger lady walking out of the void carrying four blond, red-eyed heads.

One of the heads had a letter in its mouth.

"Who sent it?" Klein asked with some familiarity and anticipation.

Since he hadn't received the letter yet, Renette Tinicole could only answer with three heads:

"Fool..." "Zhi..." "King..."

Patrick Braine? This nickname has an evolutionary meaning? Klein reached out and took the letter. He opened it and found that it was indeed from the fanatical demigod of the Artificial Death God Sect of the Spiritual Cult.

He wrote in the letter:

"...I have prepared a special ceremony to help my teacher Haitel recover further. Your Excellency, if you allow me, I will hold it at dawn tomorrow..."

The ritual that points to the angel Haitel? The Spiritual Cult's artificial death party's temptation on Patrick can no longer be avoided... This can be interfered with by the "paper angel"... just right... Klein flicked his wrist and burned the letter.

Then he took out a piece of paper and wrote down his reply:

"Okay, just be careful."

…………

On a quiet night, close to dawn, in an empty factory of a garment factory in St. George's district.

A space had been cleared here, and nearly ten mysterious men in black robes and hoods were standing there.

In the middle of them was a dark coffin that looked quite heavy, and around the coffin were placed a number of golden ornaments with traces of dirt, several candles with flickering pale flames, and skulls one after another.

Some of these hideous white skulls are from humans, some belong to animals, and some are extremely strange and deformed, making it impossible to imagine what they originally looked like.

The skulls were piled the most in the front, where Patrick Blaine was standing.

He also changed into a black robe, but did not pull up the hood, revealing his deep features, black hair, brown eyes, and a rather long face.

The demigod hadn't done anything yet, but the surroundings had become extremely cold, as if countless invisible creatures were partying.

As Patrick Blaine raised his right hand, the hooded believers began to perform a slightly twitching, crazy, and rhythmic dance.

This is the "spiritual dance," a ritual method favored by the god of death, and the more spiritual the dancer, the better the effect.

As the dance became more intense and a cold, invisible wind blew out of the coffin, Patrick Brain lowered his head and chanted in a language that seemed to come from the underworld:

“The king of the depths of hell;

“Angels playing the music of death;

"The ruler of the Styx."

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