After watching the butler Walter leave the second floor, Klein entered the restaurant and looked around and found that the male servants and maids were much more energetic than usual, and even felt a little restless.
Sure enough, the ‘Life Stick’ will also affect humans, but it is relatively less exaggerated and is in a relatively normal and acceptable range... According to this logic, the reproductive ability of servants must have been improved. The only problem is that they have no spouses and cannot be reflected...
Well... Will Mr. Butler go home today lead to more than one child nine to ten months later? His wife is also close to forty years old. It is a bit dangerous to give birth in this era. Of course, as the other party to reproduction, the impact of the "Life Sticker" will spread, and there should be no problem...
Hiss, I don’t know if the potential impact will make it easier to foster children. If the fertility rate on Berklund Street is significantly increased after Dawn Downtise moved in, then my reputation will be helpless... Klein’s thoughts spread endlessly, and finally summed up two sentences in his heart:
Life Sticker is indeed very evil!
From now on, I will only be able to get it in 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 Eunioni and walked to the first floor to prepare for a walk.
At this time, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.
Good morning, sir.Seeing Dawn Dances coming, the two maids immediately stood up, made way for the passage, and said hello by the way.
Of course, if they are in a relatively corner, they will try not to make any noise to avoid disturbing the employer. This is the teaching from the butler Walter.
Klein nodded gently, responded briefly, and slowly approached the door.
At this time, the two maids suddenly saw Ear of wheat on top of Enyuni's head, full grains and golden and attractive.
Before they could even take a closer look, the close-fitting male servant seemed to notice the abnormality, raised his right hand, pulled off the wheat ear, and tried quite hard.
The two maids looked at each other, a little surprised and a little funny.
In their opinion, this should be because Enyuni accidentally touched a little wheat ears when he followed Mr. Dontez to the Rose Manor, and brought them all the way back to 160 Berklund Street, and let them scatter into their room where it is not easy to clean, such as under the pillow. Then, when he went to bed last night, he pushed the pillow away from his dream and rolled one wheat ear into his hair, but it was not discovered during breakfast and washing.
Although this process is complicated and not so easy to implement, it is at least likely.
It's impossible that Enyuni grew a wheat ear himself... The two maids muttered and continued to work hard.
After leaving No. 160 Berklund Street, Klein and Enyuni walked slowly under the Intis sycamore tree where the leaves had begun to turn yellow, breathing in the relatively refreshing autumn air.
Similar to him, some neighbors are also taking morning walks.
Of course, this is not a habit of Beckland's upper class. Last year, the smog was still very serious and the air was quite pungent. No one wanted to waste time on the streets with the cold wind and wet feeling.
As neighbors, since they met, they would undoubtedly greet each other. When they passed by, a lawyer glanced at Dawn Dances's close-fitting male servant from the corner of his eyes 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 lawyer suddenly discovered something different:
His nose seemed to be even more straight...
Haha, I must have thought too much about this, so I had hallucinations...
I'd better have a little more straightening of my nose...
The lawyer raised his hand and rubbed his nose while thinking. At the same time, he saw two wild dogs chasing ahead, trying to breed in the street.
…………
After taking a walk, Klein returned to the living room on the third floor and brought the life stick to the grey fog.
It does have a certain effect. The focus of the digestion of "The Wizard" is to create thrilling scenes to scare people, and to use strange techniques to make people panic... This is really a bit like a "director", but it is just a horror film director...
Well, you don’t have to really scare... There are terrifying scenes in the calm daily life, and the humans around you are unaware of it. They just occasionally associate and think deeply. When they are aware of it, they will be a little scared by some possibility, so they dare not turn off the lights and have nightmares. This is also a kind of horror film... Klein examined his own state, summarized and summarized the previous few months of experience, and finally condensed the keyword horror film director.
After understanding this, he had many ideas on how to quickly digest the potion.
This requires him not only to solve the enemy, but also to treat the enemy's protagonist or important supporting actors in horror movies!
This is very troublesome. I must do my best to the demigod-level target. I have no intention of making it fancy... Well, there is no need to find a demigod-level target. There is no such restriction on playing. You can completely "teleport" to the sea, find some lucky pirates to "participate in" and create some horror stories...
Yes, since you are a director, you must let your "works" be spread!It seems that every time some of the "actors" have to escape successfully, spread the nightmare they experienced, and create corresponding legends of the sea. They cannot be fed to "squirming hunger"... While making plans, Klein suddenly thought of a problem:
How many of the horror legends on the Northern Continent and the ocean that have a certain mass base are deliberately created by the Wizard Master?
There must be some... Alas, if Amon plays the role of the "Strange Wizard", it will probably take less than a month to digest the potion. His talent in this area is simply amazing, and he doesn't consider the consequences... In fact, while looking for pirates to "make horror movies", he can also find opportunities to scare other demigods. He doesn't have to fight with them to the death. He can get rid of the goal... As soon as Klein changed his mind, he had an auxiliary role.
So he carefully considered the goal:
You must not find angels or above. Those who are unfamiliar will make me the protagonist of a horror movie on the spot, the kind who will die, and those who are familiar and know that I am a "wizard master", so I can't be scared...
Among the saints, I don’t know whereabouts. Scaring the archbishops is prone to cause unnecessary continuous reactions, causing the world situation to become more tense and the war breaks out early...
Well, after this rule, the most suitable target is Patrick Brann, the crazy believer of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Clan, as well as the members of the Council of Will Ansetine's Fate, and...
After preparing a list, Klein decided to take the time to visit Dr. Alan Kreis in the past two days, bring some ice cream to a baby, and ask where the MPs have been recently.
To scare other people’s subordinates, you must get the consent of the Speaker!
Clean, who had sorted out his thoughts, became in a good mood, went out again, prayed and donated at St. Samuel's Church, and then went to the Ruhn Charity Scholarship Fund to stay until noon.
In the afternoon, he met several businessmen seeking investment, professional lawyers and accountants, and acted like a normal rich man.
When I filled my stomach and returned to the semi-open room with a large balcony, Klein was considering whether to visit Dr. Alan Cris's house tomorrow or invite their family to share dinner at the Cerenzo restaurant, which is very good ice cream. The inspiration suddenly touched.
He turned his head and saw Miss Messenger walking out of the void with four blonde and red-eyed heads.
One of them bites a letter in his head.
Who sent it?Klein asked a little bit of accustomed to and expecting.
Since he had not answered the letter yet, Renette Tinicole could only answer with three heads:
Fool... of... king...
Patrick Brann?This nickname is still evolved?Klein reached out to take the letter, opened it and found that it was indeed the crazy believer demigod from the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult.
He wrote in the letter:
...I have prepared the special ceremony to help my teacher Haitel further restore. My best friend, if you can get your permission, I will hold it in the early morning tomorrow...
That ceremony pointing to the angel Haitel?
The Spirit Cult Group's artificial death party's temptation to Patrick can no longer avoid Ah... This can be interfered with by the Paper Man Angel... Just so happen... Klein shook his wrist and burned the letter.
Then he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his reply:
Yes, be careful.
…………
On a quiet night, near the early morning, there was an unmanned factory in a garment factory in St. George.
A clearing of open space here, and nearly ten mysterious people wearing black robes and hooded hair stood.
In the middle is a dark black coffin, which looks quite heavy, and is surrounded by gold jewelry with traces of soil, multiple candles swaying pale flames, and skulls after skull.
Some of these hideous white skulls are from humans, some belong to animals, and some are extremely strange and have a sense of deformity, making people unable to imagine what it originally looked like.
The skulls stacked the most directly in front of them, where Patrick Brann stood.
He also changed into a black robe, but did not pull up his hood, revealing his deep contour, black hair and brown eyes, and a thinner face.
The demigod hadn't done anything yet, and the surroundings had become extremely cold, as if countless invisible creatures were caring.
As Patrick Brann raised his right hand, the hooded believers danced with a slightly convulsive, rather crazy, rhythmic dance.
This is spiritual dance, a ritual method loved by the God of Death. The stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.
After the dance became intense, a cold and invisible wind blew out of the coffin, Patrick Blaine buried her head and recited it in a language that seemed to originate from the underworld:
The king in the depths of hell;
an angel playing the music of death;
The Lord of the River Styx.
Sure enough, the ‘Life Stick’ will also affect humans, but it is relatively less exaggerated and is in a relatively normal and acceptable range... According to this logic, the reproductive ability of servants must have been improved. The only problem is that they have no spouses and cannot be reflected...
Well... Will Mr. Butler go home today lead to more than one child nine to ten months later? His wife is also close to forty years old. It is a bit dangerous to give birth in this era. Of course, as the other party to reproduction, the impact of the "Life Sticker" will spread, and there should be no problem...
Hiss, I don’t know if the potential impact will make it easier to foster children. If the fertility rate on Berklund Street is significantly increased after Dawn Downtise moved in, then my reputation will be helpless... Klein’s thoughts spread endlessly, and finally summed up two sentences in his heart:
Life Sticker is indeed very evil!
From now on, I will only be able to get it in 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 Eunioni and walked to the first floor to prepare for a walk.
At this time, two second-class maids were cleaning the hall.
Good morning, sir.Seeing Dawn Dances coming, the two maids immediately stood up, made way for the passage, and said hello by the way.
Of course, if they are in a relatively corner, they will try not to make any noise to avoid disturbing the employer. This is the teaching from the butler Walter.
Klein nodded gently, responded briefly, and slowly approached the door.
At this time, the two maids suddenly saw Ear of wheat on top of Enyuni's head, full grains and golden and attractive.
Before they could even take a closer look, the close-fitting male servant seemed to notice the abnormality, raised his right hand, pulled off the wheat ear, and tried quite hard.
The two maids looked at each other, a little surprised and a little funny.
In their opinion, this should be because Enyuni accidentally touched a little wheat ears when he followed Mr. Dontez to the Rose Manor, and brought them all the way back to 160 Berklund Street, and let them scatter into their room where it is not easy to clean, such as under the pillow. Then, when he went to bed last night, he pushed the pillow away from his dream and rolled one wheat ear into his hair, but it was not discovered during breakfast and washing.
Although this process is complicated and not so easy to implement, it is at least likely.
It's impossible that Enyuni grew a wheat ear himself... The two maids muttered and continued to work hard.
After leaving No. 160 Berklund Street, Klein and Enyuni walked slowly under the Intis sycamore tree where the leaves had begun to turn yellow, breathing in the relatively refreshing autumn air.
Similar to him, some neighbors are also taking morning walks.
Of course, this is not a habit of Beckland's upper class. Last year, the smog was still very serious and the air was quite pungent. No one wanted to waste time on the streets with the cold wind and wet feeling.
As neighbors, since they met, they would undoubtedly greet each other. When they passed by, a lawyer glanced at Dawn Dances's close-fitting male servant from the corner of his eyes 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 lawyer suddenly discovered something different:
His nose seemed to be even more straight...
Haha, I must have thought too much about this, so I had hallucinations...
I'd better have a little more straightening of my nose...
The lawyer raised his hand and rubbed his nose while thinking. At the same time, he saw two wild dogs chasing ahead, trying to breed in the street.
…………
After taking a walk, Klein returned to the living room on the third floor and brought the life stick to the grey fog.
It does have a certain effect. The focus of the digestion of "The Wizard" is to create thrilling scenes to scare people, and to use strange techniques to make people panic... This is really a bit like a "director", but it is just a horror film director...
Well, you don’t have to really scare... There are terrifying scenes in the calm daily life, and the humans around you are unaware of it. They just occasionally associate and think deeply. When they are aware of it, they will be a little scared by some possibility, so they dare not turn off the lights and have nightmares. This is also a kind of horror film... Klein examined his own state, summarized and summarized the previous few months of experience, and finally condensed the keyword horror film director.
After understanding this, he had many ideas on how to quickly digest the potion.
This requires him not only to solve the enemy, but also to treat the enemy's protagonist or important supporting actors in horror movies!
This is very troublesome. I must do my best to the demigod-level target. I have no intention of making it fancy... Well, there is no need to find a demigod-level target. There is no such restriction on playing. You can completely "teleport" to the sea, find some lucky pirates to "participate in" and create some horror stories...
Yes, since you are a director, you must let your "works" be spread!It seems that every time some of the "actors" have to escape successfully, spread the nightmare they experienced, and create corresponding legends of the sea. They cannot be fed to "squirming hunger"... While making plans, Klein suddenly thought of a problem:
How many of the horror legends on the Northern Continent and the ocean that have a certain mass base are deliberately created by the Wizard Master?
There must be some... Alas, if Amon plays the role of the "Strange Wizard", it will probably take less than a month to digest the potion. His talent in this area is simply amazing, and he doesn't consider the consequences... In fact, while looking for pirates to "make horror movies", he can also find opportunities to scare other demigods. He doesn't have to fight with them to the death. He can get rid of the goal... As soon as Klein changed his mind, he had an auxiliary role.
So he carefully considered the goal:
You must not find angels or above. Those who are unfamiliar will make me the protagonist of a horror movie on the spot, the kind who will die, and those who are familiar and know that I am a "wizard master", so I can't be scared...
Among the saints, I don’t know whereabouts. Scaring the archbishops is prone to cause unnecessary continuous reactions, causing the world situation to become more tense and the war breaks out early...
Well, after this rule, the most suitable target is Patrick Brann, the crazy believer of the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Clan, as well as the members of the Council of Will Ansetine's Fate, and...
After preparing a list, Klein decided to take the time to visit Dr. Alan Kreis in the past two days, bring some ice cream to a baby, and ask where the MPs have been recently.
To scare other people’s subordinates, you must get the consent of the Speaker!
Clean, who had sorted out his thoughts, became in a good mood, went out again, prayed and donated at St. Samuel's Church, and then went to the Ruhn Charity Scholarship Fund to stay until noon.
In the afternoon, he met several businessmen seeking investment, professional lawyers and accountants, and acted like a normal rich man.
When I filled my stomach and returned to the semi-open room with a large balcony, Klein was considering whether to visit Dr. Alan Cris's house tomorrow or invite their family to share dinner at the Cerenzo restaurant, which is very good ice cream. The inspiration suddenly touched.
He turned his head and saw Miss Messenger walking out of the void with four blonde and red-eyed heads.
One of them bites a letter in his head.
Who sent it?Klein asked a little bit of accustomed to and expecting.
Since he had not answered the letter yet, Renette Tinicole could only answer with three heads:
Fool... of... king...
Patrick Brann?This nickname is still evolved?Klein reached out to take the letter, opened it and found that it was indeed the crazy believer demigod from the Artificial Death Sect of the Spirit Cult.
He wrote in the letter:
...I have prepared the special ceremony to help my teacher Haitel further restore. My best friend, if you can get your permission, I will hold it in the early morning tomorrow...
That ceremony pointing to the angel Haitel?
The Spirit Cult Group's artificial death party's temptation to Patrick can no longer avoid Ah... This can be interfered with by the Paper Man Angel... Just so happen... Klein shook his wrist and burned the letter.
Then he pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his reply:
Yes, be careful.
…………
On a quiet night, near the early morning, there was an unmanned factory in a garment factory in St. George.
A clearing of open space here, and nearly ten mysterious people wearing black robes and hooded hair stood.
In the middle is a dark black coffin, which looks quite heavy, and is surrounded by gold jewelry with traces of soil, multiple candles swaying pale flames, and skulls after skull.
Some of these hideous white skulls are from humans, some belong to animals, and some are extremely strange and have a sense of deformity, making people unable to imagine what it originally looked like.
The skulls stacked the most directly in front of them, where Patrick Brann stood.
He also changed into a black robe, but did not pull up his hood, revealing his deep contour, black hair and brown eyes, and a thinner face.
The demigod hadn't done anything yet, and the surroundings had become extremely cold, as if countless invisible creatures were caring.
As Patrick Brann raised his right hand, the hooded believers danced with a slightly convulsive, rather crazy, rhythmic dance.
This is spiritual dance, a ritual method loved by the God of Death. The stronger the spirituality of the dancer, the better the effect.
After the dance became intense, a cold and invisible wind blew out of the coffin, Patrick Blaine buried her head and recited it in a language that seemed to originate from the underworld:
The king in the depths of hell;
an angel playing the music of death;
The Lord of the River Styx.
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