After receiving the recognition, Derrick was stunned for two seconds. His inner sense of shame faded at once, and he said awkwardly:

"I will find out more about this matter."

I will try to make two more friends before the next Tarot gathering. No, one more friend... Derrick quickly set a goal in his mind.

Seeing this, Klein asked World Gehrman Sparrow to speak in a low voice:

"If it involves the realm of death, you can ask me for advice."

And I can ask Mr. Azik... he added silently in his heart.

As for Frank Lee's new mushroom, he has no intention of handing it over to the little "Sun" for the time being, because it is only a semi-finished product, and the final "fruit" is full of toxicity and madness.

"Thank you, Mr. World. Sun," Derrick responded gratefully.

After discussing other things, Tarot will enter the "learning" phase until the end.

After returning to the real world, Klein immediately set about dealing with the matter of the "thief" demigod, but he found that his planned plan had encountered difficulties right from the start:

He had no idea where to find Leonard Mitchell and the old man who was parasitic inside his body!

St. Samuel's Church? Leonard is most likely underground there, but I can't get in... He only goes to the church to pray once or twice a week, and the time is not fixed. I can't go there three times a day, seven days a week, just to meet him once? What kind of plot is this? Is it the so-called waiting? Even if I really do this, it may not be effective. As the "Red Glove", he may have left Backlund... Klein complained and deeply regretted that he paid too much attention to the guidance of the words and was too focused on fooling Leonard Mitchell, and forgot to ask how to contact him.

I should have said to Leonard at that time, "I will tell Klein Moretti about my identity being exposed. If he has anything to say, I will also convey it on his behalf." In this way, we can agree on a private contact method... Klein exhaled slowly and could only resort to the last resort:

That is, ask the "magic mirror"!

After drawing a symbol that combined "peep" and "secret" on the paper, Klein turned his gaze to the full-length mirror. He saw the water light floating there, and pale runes appeared one after another:

"Great and supreme master, your humble and fearful servant Arrodes comes to you at your call.

“Before answering the question, I would like to say:

"I was wrong! I was wrong!"

Klein raised his eyebrows and said:

"Why did you suddenly admit your mistake?"

On the mirror, the pale rune text twisted and squirmed, changing into something new:

"Anyway, I was wrong..."

After a series of ellipsis, the pale words trembled and took shape:

"Recently, many people have been asking about you. After learning about your current reputation..."

So, the image of Dwayne Dantès as a playboy who only accepts pretty girls has spread, and even Miss Justice knows about it? Fortunately, the explanation I used is that it is a public vest, and more than one follower is playing Dwayne Dantès. His wide range of interests can fully explain it... Hey, look, the mirror is scared to death... Klein suddenly realized something, laughed secretly, and said:

"It's your turn to ask questions."

On the full-length mirror, the words were still pale, forming new words:

"Have you forgiven me?

"No, I mean, are you willing to see my subsequent performance?"

This attitude... Klein clicked his tongue in his heart, but said calmly:

"Then you work hard."

"Yes, great master!" The pale words on the mirror surface glowed with silver light. "You summoned me here. Do you have any questions to test me?"

Klein nodded:

"Yes.

"Where will Leonard Mitchell stay for the next few days?"

The silvery traces twisted rapidly, forming new words:

"7 Pinster Street."

Under the words, the mirror-like water light flashed, condensing into a picture:

That is the townhouse with house number 7, and that is the young man with black hair and green eyes who is taking out the keys.

It's still the same place, nothing has changed... If I go to visit Leonard directly, it will lose the image of Dwayne Dantès in his mind, and it will be lowered... Let Emlyn White go? Anyway, the poet classmate should have found out that this vampire is friends with Sherlock Moriarty, that is, Klein Moretti... The current problem is that it is difficult to judge the position of the old man... When we cannot determine His true purpose, it may not be appropriate to give Him a big gift in his current state, and it may bring great danger to Leonard... Because it does not involve me, going to the gray fog for divination may not get effective enlightenment... Klein's mind was floating, and he had the idea of ​​changing his plan:

Compared to directly informing the grandfather in Leonard's body of the existence of the "thief" demigod, using the names of Pallez Zoroast or Amon to warn the target and keep him away from this neighborhood is a gentler and less risky approach!

Of course, the premise is that I don’t expose myself... Klein pondered for a few seconds and asked again:

"Where is the demigod next to Hazel Macht hiding?"

On the mirror surface, waves of light spread out layer by layer, and the scene changed:

On the thick carpet embroidered with gorgeous patterns was a group of small leather sofas. The surface of the single sofa was covered with a cushion covered with dense white hair. In the middle of the cushion lay a gray mouse. Compared with its peers, its eyes were closer to dark red.

Rat... the demigod "thief" parasitized on a rat? And he slept in Hazel's room with such an expensive-looking mattress... Was it because I disrupted his plan that he had to become like this? Klein was stunned for a moment, then he wanted to laugh.

The scene froze, and a line of silvery white words emerged:

"Great Master, do you have anything else to say?"

Very perceptive... Klein said with a "hmm":

"Use the mirror in the room to warn the demigod,

"Tell him that in the area where this street is located, there is a thief with no good intentions wandering around, and that the Blasphemer Amon may come at any time."

"Okay, Master, I'll do it right away!" Above the mirror, the words shone brightly.

…………

In Hazel's bedroom, the gray mouse was suddenly inspired. He stood up abruptly and cast his eyes towards the full-length mirror in the room.

On the surface of the full-length mirror, words appeared as if written in blood that had not yet solidified:

"Stay away from this neighborhood!"

The gray mouse's gaze froze for a second, and then he said in silence:

"Why?"

The words that seemed to be still flowing slowly dissolved and formed new words:

"There is a 'Thief' pathway angel roaming around the area that is in urgent need of replenishment. All high-sequence natural enemies of this pathway, 'Blasphemer' Amon, are on their way.

"I remind you because I don't want them to benefit from it."

The gray mouse squeaked twice and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Who are you?"

He was very annoyed at the moment, annoyed that the power he had accumulated before was always forced to be wasted. Otherwise, he could use "astrology" to confirm the situation now.

I don't know when the bloody words on the darkened full-length mirror suddenly disappeared, then suddenly reappeared with new content:

"I have already answered your question. According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask a question."

Then, a new line of blood-red text appeared below:

"After you hastily parasitized the mouse, you should have been affected by its body structure and hormones. The object that now makes you sexually desire is:

“Human females, human males, female rats, male rats, or all of them?

"Please answer."

At this moment, Hazel opened the door a crack, but the gray mouse inside was affected by something and didn't notice it.

The door opened a little more, and Hazel found that the demigod who claimed to live in legend was staring blankly at the mirror, seemingly intoxicated by his current appearance: a gray mouse.

Uh...Hazel frowned slightly and subconsciously stopped the action of opening the door.

Then she saw the gray mouse tremble all over, and there was an obvious murderous light in its red eyes.

"Don't joke with me!" the gray mouse growled hoarsely.

He turned around and was about to leave the room, but invisible shackles suddenly imprisoned his rat body!

He was not afraid of such power when he was in good condition, but now, his accumulation has been used up time and time again. The most recent time was when the Beyonder bodyguard hired by Dwayne Dantès appeared in his dream.

Bang!

A thick, silver-white lightning bolt fell from the sky and struck the gray mouse on the head.

Hazel's eyes first turned bright white and she could not see anything else. Then she regained her vision and found a gray mouse with charred fur lying on the ground, its legs twitching.

PS: Update first and then modify