The illusory feeling disappeared, and Klein saw the strange candle in his hand again, and saw its pitch-black wick and pale flame.

The ground that had been smashed by the Knight of Dawn, the damaged chairs, and the chopped candles had returned to their pre-battle state, with no sign of damage anywhere.

Bishop Utravsky, who was standing opposite, had sat down on a chair in the first row at some point, hunched forward, buried his head, and covered his temples tightly with his hands.

Tick!

Tick!

Sweat slid down his face and soaked around his feet, where the ground was already wet.

Feeling that the strange candle had been extinguished by Klein, Utravsky shuddered violently and raised his head under the other's gaze.

His slightly cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and his wrinkled face was crisscrossed with traces of crying.

But his eyes were full of emotion, joy and clarity.

If this "giant" bishop had seemed tall and heavy before, now he was only physically heavy and no longer spiritually heavy.

At this moment, Klein seemed to see a newborn baby.

Those tears are proof of new life.

Father Utravsky raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled kindly:

"You're much better than I expected."

"No, it's just because I had enough knowledge in advance and made corresponding preparations. In the past, you not only didn't know what your opponent was good at, but you were also weakened a lot. If I had a battle like this with you in the real world, I would have considered how to escape." Klein answered frankly.

A prepared "magician" and an unprepared "magician" are two completely different concepts... he added silently in his mind.

Bishop Utravsky did not dwell on this question, and said with a relaxed expression:

"Thank you, my friend."

"As agreed, I will give you the 'Pharmacist' formula, as well as a magical item."

As he spoke, he took out an object that resembled a combination of a needle, a hose, and a container from the pocket of his brown priest's coat.

"You have two choices. This is one of them. I didn't know its name when I got it, and I never thought of naming it afterwards. You can use it to draw a tube of blood, your own blood, and then transfuse it back into the container at the critical moment. In this way, your fatigue will disappear, your illness and injury will be alleviated, and your strength, speed, balance and other qualities will be briefly but greatly improved." Bishop Utravsky pointed to the item in his hand.

"Then, what are its limitations and hidden dangers?" Klein asked rationally.

Father Utravsky looked at the needle and hose with mysterious patterns and explained in detail:

"After that tube of blood is drawn, you will be weak for a full twelve hours. The transfusion will not have any effect within these twelve hours. Of course, the specific time limit is not so precise. It will increase or decrease according to your individual constitution and condition. In addition, it is best not to use it frequently, no more than once a week. Otherwise, the transfused blood will not only bring you strength, but will also make you temporarily lose your mind. The blood drawn at very short intervals will also make weakness a characteristic of yours."

"Besides all that, there's the problem with it. If you carry it with you for more than half an hour, you start to get a bit jumpy."

Fortunately, Bishop Utravsky did not draw blood beforehand. Otherwise, he would have been able to use it to lose in the past, and my chances of winning would have become very low... This thought was the first to flash through Klein's mind.

Immediately, he frowned slightly, worried about the negative impact of the magical item.

Whether it is a temporary loss of sanity, being weak for twelve hours, or becoming a little neurotic, these are all hidden dangers that seem to be no big problem. However, Klein, who has seen people out of control and heard the evil god's mumbling, believes that the mental state of the extraordinary person is very important. If it runs at a low point for a long time, or if abnormalities occur frequently, it is very easy to cause loss of control, even if the extraordinary person has mastered the method of acting!

"What about the second option?" Klein said after two seconds of silence.

Bishop Utravsky took out an ancient brass key from his other pocket and said with a smile:

"It's called the 'Master Key'. It can help you open all locks that do not contain mysterious powers, as well as a small number of locks with extraordinary effects. In places without locks or doors, it can still open a passage that does not belong to reality. Haha, the premise is that there is no restriction of extraordinary power and the obstacles are not too thick."

"Its spirituality is completely restrained. When it is not in use, it is difficult for Beyonders to tell the difference between it and an ordinary key."

Father Utravsky stood up again, leaving Klein with no choice but to look up.

The "giant" bishop took a step forward, came to the wall on one side of the church hall, and placed the "master key" against the bricks.

He twisted it lightly, and the whole person suddenly seemed to enter the water, then spread out ripples, penetrated the wall, and came out.

Then, Bishop Utravsky returned to the church hall in the same way and returned to Klein's sight.

"Have you decided which magical item to choose?" the tall priest asked with his head down.

"Well, what is the hidden danger of the 'Master Key'?" Klein asked carefully.

Bishop Utravsky smiled gently and said:

“People who carry it occasionally get lost.”

"According to what others have said, I got lost randomly."

Lost? I'm a fortune teller with spiritual intuition... Klein muttered as he gradually made a decision.

After a few seconds, he said:

"I want the 'Master Key'."

He doesn't want to have any mental problems and accumulate the risk of losing control.

What a pity, what I want most is that strange candle... The deepest part of the soul, the bottom of the dream, is equivalent to my home court... He sighed in his heart.

“Okay.” Bishop Utravsky handed the antique brass key to Klein and exchanged it for the strange candle wrapped in human skin.

As Klein examined the magical item, he pointed to the back and said:

"The pharmacist's formula is in the room. I'll go get it. You wait here for a while."

Klein nodded in response. He took the opportunity when Bishop Utravsky disappeared from the hall to take out a one-penny copper coin and divine whether the other party had lied about the "Master Key".

After getting a positive answer, he walked to the wall in front of him where a row of candles were placed and pressed the ancient brass key against the hard obstacle.

Infusing his spirituality and turning the key, Klein's vision suddenly became blurry, then clear.

At this time, there were no more burning candles, no more neatly arranged chairs and straight walls in his sight. There were only withered grass and muddy ground with some garbage. To the side, there stood a gas street lamp.

"It really came out." Klein smiled and nodded. He turned around and used the "Master Key" again, successfully returning to the church hall.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, Utravsky came in with heavy steps, holding a roll of yellow-brown parchment in his hand.

“You can go and seek identification. If you have any questions, I will always be at the Harvest Church.” Bishop Giant handed Klein the formula for the Pharmacist.

Main ingredients: the horn of an adult Pegasus, 3 grams of venom crystals from the crown jellyfish... Klein unfolded it and glanced at it, then responded with a smile:

"I'll go and confirm its authenticity."

For example, going above the gray fog to divine... he added in his mind.

Bishop Utravsky nodded slightly, said nothing more, and turned to walk in front of the "Holy Emblem of Life" of Mother Earth.

He stretched out his arms and chanted in a low voice:

“Thank you, the source of life!”

"Praise you, Mother of all things!"

…

Klein put away the Master Key and Pharmacist formula, and after Utravsky stopped talking, he said half-jokingly:

"Could it be that my coming here was arranged by the Mother Earth?"

Otherwise, why would you thank Him? Klein, the pseudo-Eve Goddess believer, said in his heart.

“Yes, all of this was arranged by the Mother Goddess. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have heard that I was looking for help, and I wouldn’t have come to Backlund and harvested the ‘Nightmare Candle.’” Bishop Utravsky smiled gently, without any anger.

This was a complete and self-consistent believer’s logic, but… Klein suddenly felt that he couldn’t communicate with the other party. He placed his hand on his chest, bowed, and said:

"Thank you for your generosity. I must take my leave now."

He straightened up, stepped back quickly, and quickly disappeared in the church hall and Rose Street.

Ten minutes later, he saw the golden exterior wall of the Harvest Church again from another direction, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

"If I don't tell fortunes, will I never be able to go back?" He muttered to himself silently, wanting to stubbornly rely on himself to overcome the fact that he was lost.

But his hands were faster than his voice, and he had already broken off the branches of the trees on the roadside and made them into a makeshift divination rod.

The "divination stick method" can be used to find people, objects and ways!

This time, Klein finally returned home safely and went above the gray fog to confirm the authenticity of the formula and the potential risks of the "Master Key".

…………

The next day, early Sunday morning.

After waking up, Klein had breakfast, took out a pen and paper, and wrote a letter to Eisinger Stanton, asking him to ask the police for help to confirm the current situation of several suspects in the serial murder case four years ago - the target of that case was a single prostitute with a child.

After folding the letter and stuffing it into the envelope, Klein affixed a 1-penny black stamp, put on his clothes, took his hat and cane, walked out of his front door, and prepared to post the letter at the mailbox at the end of the street.

At this time, he saw Mrs. Starling Summer from next door coming out with her husband Mr. Luke, dressed up.

A hired carriage had stopped at their door.

"Good morning. Are you attending the banquet so early?" Klein asked in surprise.

Luke laughed and said:

"It's not really a party, it's more of a helping hand."

Mrs. Starling raised her chin slightly and added:

"Mary successfully entered the Kingdom's Air Pollution Investigation Committee. There will be a grand ball tonight, and we have to go there in advance to help."

Mrs. Mary's wish has been fulfilled? That's amazing... Klein sighed and said with a smile:

"You two, congratulate Mrs. Mary for me."

Luke Summer nodded and said:

"You haven't read this morning's newspaper yet? It has published all the members of the Air Pollution Investigation Committee."

"The chairman of the committee is Sir Des Shaw, and the chief secretary is Mr. Hibbert Hall."