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, and giving birth in this era is a bit dangerous. Of course, as the other party to breed, the impact of "Life Sticks" 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 Dawn Dontes moved in, the fertility rate on Berklund Street was significantly increased, then my reputation would be helpless..." Klein's thoughts spread endlessly, and finally summed up two sentences in his heart:

The "Life Sticker" is indeed very evil!

From now on, I will only be able to get it to 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 Euni 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 Dontes 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 an ear of wheat on top of Enyuni's head, full of grains and golden and attractive.

Before they could 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 ear when he followed Mr. Dontez to the Mets Manor, and brought it back to 160 Berklund Street, and let them scatter into places in their rooms where it is not easy to clean, such as under the pillow, and then, when he went to bed last night, he pushed the pillow away from his dream and rolled a wheat ear into his hair, but he did not find it during breakfast and washing.

Although this process is complicated and not so easy to implement, it is at least likely to be.

"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 feeling of cold wind and wetness.

As neighbors, since they met, they would undoubtedly greet each other. When they passed by, a lawyer glanced at Dawn. Dontes's close-fitting male servant 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 seems to be more straight…

"Haha, I must have thought too much about this, so I had hallucinations...

"Just just 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 and trying to breed in the street.

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After taking a walk, Klein returned to the living room on the third floor and brought the "Life Stick" to the gray fog.

"It does have a certain effect. The focus of the digestion of the 'Strange Wizard' is to create thrilling scenes to scare people, and to use strange techniques to make people panic... This is really a bit like the 'director', but 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. Is it 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 actor in horror movies!

"This is very troublesome. For the demigod-level target, I must do my best. I have no intention of making it fancy... Well, there is no need to find the demigod-level target. There is no limit 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 have to let your 'works' be spread! It seems that every time you still have to let some 'actors' escape successfully, spread the nightmare you experienced, and create corresponding sea legends. You can't all be fed to 'squirming hunger'..." Klein made a plan while suddenly thinking of a question:

Among the horror legends with a certain mass base on the Northern Continent and the ocean, how many of them were deliberately created by the "wizard master"?

"There must be some... Hey, if Amon plays the role of the '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..." Klein changed his mind and had an auxiliary role.

So he carefully considered the goal:

"You can't 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 'striking wizard', so I can't be scared...

"Among the saints, I don't know whereabouts. Scaring the archbishops is prone to unnecessary continuous reactions, causing the world situation to become more tense and the war breaks out early...

"Well, after this, the most suitable target is Patrick Brann, the man-made Death Sect of the Spirit Clan, and the members of the Destiny Council of Will Ansiting, and..."

After preparing a list, Klein decided to take the time to visit Dr. Allen Chris in the past two days, bring some ice cream to a baby, and ask where those "committees" were recently.

To scare other people’s subordinates, you must get the consent of the Speaker!

Klein, who had sorted out his thoughts, became in a good mood. He went out again, prayed and donated at St. Samuel's Church, and then went to the "Ruen Charity Scholarship Fund" until noon.

In the afternoon, he met several businessmen and professional lawyers and accountants who were seeking investment, 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 Chris's house tomorrow or invite their family to share dinner at the Cerenzo restaurant, which is a 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 used to and expectantly.

Since he had not answered the letter yet, Renette Tinicol could only answer with three heads:

"The fool... the king..."

Patrick Brann? This nickname is also evolved. Klein reached out to take the letter, opened it and found that it was indeed from 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. Your Excellency, if you can get your permission, I will hold it in the early morning tomorrow..."

The ritual pointing to the angel of Haitel? The temptation of Patrick's artificial death party in the spiritual clan cannot be avoided... This can be interfered with by the "paper man angel"... Just so... Klein shook his wrist and burned the letter.

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

"Yes, be careful."

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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. Around the coffin are many 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 are 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, and Patrick Brann stood there.

He also changed into a black robe, but did not pull up his hood, revealing his deep contour, black hair, 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 and rhythmic dance.

This is "spirit dance", a ritual method loved by 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 Deep in Hell;

“An angel playing the music of death;

"The Lord of the River Styx."
Chapter completed!