Mystery: A Spark

"This one is too weak...this one probably won't be of much help to me...this one..."

After a while, his finger paused, stopping at a symbol specially marked in red.

"devil……"

……

Above the gray mist, Klein looked with a smile at the extraordinary materials laid out on the bronze table.

The spinal fluid of the Evil-Striped Black Panther is a tube of seemingly transparent liquid, but upon closer inspection, its clarity is also layered, becoming more transparent towards the bottom, segment by segment, perfectly divided, fully satisfying the desires of obsessive-compulsive patients.

"My magician's materials are all ready," Klein murmured with a hint of excitement.

He had already been promoted to the Joker in mid-August. Now, after more than a month of this thrilling experience of living and dying, and consciously using the acting method, he has finally successfully digested the Joker potion.

Therefore, Klein can now concoct potions and advance to the Rank 7 Extraordinary.

In modern times, Sequence 7 is the threshold for middle sequences.

This means that extraordinary individuals have finally said goodbye to the state of only being slightly better than ordinary people in certain aspects, and will possess a relatively rich array of extraordinary abilities!

Huff... Klein slowly exhaled, returned to his bedroom, and brought the extraordinary material into the real world by summoning himself.

He didn't prepare any extra utensils, but after scrubbing the iron stew pot in the kitchen several times, he began to prepare the potion in the order of auxiliary ingredients first, then the main ingredients.

Soon, the magician finished concocting the potion.

Klein quickly poured the liquid out of the stew pot, not leaving a single drop, into the transparent glass bottle that had been prepared beforehand.

The liquid was quite peculiar, as if fireworks were constantly blooming inside, with colors such as red, orange, yellow, and green continuously emanating, disappearing, and reappearing.

Klein held the 1-pound gold coin between his left thumb and forefinger, flicked it upwards with a clink, and caught it with his open palm.

He was using divination to confirm whether his concoction of the magic potion had been successful!

Snapped!

The gold coin falls with the portrait facing upwards, indicating approval!

After meditating and calming his mind, Klein finally took the potion.

Then, he successfully became a magician.

After taking a few minutes to calm himself down from the effects of the potion, Klein began to experiment with the new abilities he had gained after his advancement.

The magician granted him many extraordinary abilities, among which Klein's favorites were damage transfer, fire jump, and air bullets.

Damage transfer allows him to turn a fatal wound into a serious or even minor injury, which can effectively save his own or others' lives in battle.

Flame Leap allows him to teleport between his own remaining embers and the existing flames within a 30-meter radius.

Most importantly, Klein knew that Arthur was an arsonist.

"Tsk tsk, just thinking about teaming up with that guy would be so fun," Klein thought to himself.

As for air bullets, they would allow him to say goodbye to carrying firearms and avoid the trouble of being arrested and imprisoned by the Rune police.

In addition to these three abilities, there are also various other abilities such as paper dolls and creating illusions.

With these abilities, Klein was finally able to try to accomplish something he had always wanted to do.

After becoming a magician, he should be able to try to find the bishop Arthur mentioned, named Utravsky. The matter of the apothecary's recipe has been delayed for a while, so it would be better to get it as soon as possible... Klein pondered silently.

He took out his gold pocket watch, glanced at it, and realized it was only a little before five o'clock, so he left without hesitation.

Chapter 143 Become a Ghost: The Wolf

Evening, at the Harvest Church on Rose Street.

Klein, who had just arrived here from the steam subway, was just getting around.

He glanced at the golden spire of the church, its exterior inscribed with the emblem of life, and stepped inside.

Because of Arthur, Klein was not worried about being arrested by that Bishop Utravsky.

So he didn't bother with much disguise and just walked in through the main entrance.

Upon entering the church, perhaps because it was getting late, Klein did not find any worshippers inside.

He walked forward to the first row of seats and addressed the tall man sitting there:

"Hello, Bishop Utravsky."

"Hello, what can I do for you?" Bishop Utravsky opened his eyes and asked in a gentle tone.

“I was introduced by Arthur to help you with your psychological problems,” Klein said bluntly.

“Oh?” A hint of surprise flashed in Bishop Utravsky’s eyes. He looked Klein up and down and said:

"Has Arthur explained my situation to you in detail?"

“Yes, he told me that as long as I can use one of the magical items you possess to go deep into your mind and kill your past self, I will have completed the mission,” Klein nodded.

He knew perfectly well that the reason Arthur entrusted this task to him instead of doing it himself was not because Arthur couldn't overcome the bishop's negative personality.

After all, the fact that Arthur was able to save Leonard's life from Ince Zangwell when he was in Tingen was enough to show that this guy's fighting ability should not be underestimated.

However, for some reason, Arthur seemed quite averse to dream warfare, which is why this task was entrusted to him.

“Well, is there anything else you need to prepare?” Bishop Utravsky asked.

“My Lord Bishop, I need to know how powerful you were in the past, and what your combat characteristics were as a Dawn Knight,” Klein said, already prepared.

Bishop Utravsky glanced at Klein and asked:

"The more detailed your knowledge, the higher your chances of success, right?"

“That’s right,” Klein said frankly.

Bishop Utravsky nodded and began to explain to Klein the Dawn Knights' main fighting style and extraordinary abilities.

As he recounted the events, Klein began to mentally rehearse the battle.

In general, the Dawn Knight is a kind of extraordinary sequence with high attack and defense, immune to illusions. In Arthur's words, it is an iron turtle that relies on its high stats to overwhelm people... However, the strangeness of this sequence is relatively low. In addition, it only deals with the negative personality, not Bishop Utravsky himself, so it can still be dealt with as long as the method is correct... Klein gradually figured out a way to deal with it.

He raised his head and looked at Bishop Utravsky, who was waiting quietly beside him, and said:

"You may begin, Your Excellency the Bishop."

Bishop Utravsky nodded slightly and took out a strange candle from a hidden pocket in his priest's robes.

Klein did not immediately light the candle, but instead took out a matchbox from his pocket and began preparing for battle.

This was something he prepared after becoming a magician, so that he could more easily perform fire leaps in battle.

Of course, having to throw matches before a battle isn't exactly convenient, but Klein simply didn't have a better option.

Ah, if only Arthur could team up with me, maybe I could consider raising an extraordinary pet through the Hunter Path... A thought suddenly popped into Klein's mind.

With thorough preparations made and Bishop Utravsky having sold out all the intelligence, the outcome of the battle was essentially a foregone conclusion.

Under Klein's arrangement, Bishop Utravsky's negative personality gradually led him to his death. In the end, Klein shattered his skull with an air blast and then burned him to ashes.

With the Nightmare Candle extinguished by Klein, Bishop Utravsky finally broke free from the negative personality that had been haunting him.

His slightly cloudy eyes were filled with tears, and his wrinkled face bore the marks of crying.

But his eyes were filled with emotion, joy, and clarity.

If this "giant" bishop had previously appeared tall and heavy, now he was only physically heavy, no longer possessing spiritual heaviness.

At that moment, Klein felt as if he were seeing a newborn baby.

Those tears are proof of rebirth.

"Thank you, my friend, and please thank Arthur for me as well," Bishop Utravsky said with a kind smile.

“I will pass on the message for you,” Klein nodded.

Bishop Utravsky let out a long breath and said with ease:

"As agreed, I will give you the apothecary's formula. In addition, as a token of my gratitude, I will also give you a magical item."

Amazing item!!

Klein's eyes lit up immediately, and he sincerely praised:

“Sir Bishop, you are a very generous man.”

"By the way, I still don't know what your name is?"

As he spoke, Bishop Utravsky took out an object from his pocket that resembled a combination of a needle, a tube, and a container.

He gave a brief overview of the magical item's abilities and negative effects, but Klein wasn't particularly interested.

Because he felt that the negative effects of this magical item had a significant impact on the user's mental state, Klein had a natural aversion to it.

Therefore, he ultimately chose the second option given by Bishop Utravsky.

It is a brass key that can open most locks that do not possess mystical powers, as well as a small number of locks with extraordinary effects.

The downside of this key is that it can occasionally cause the user to get lost.

But this doesn't affect Klein much, because he can rely on his divination abilities to find the right path.

……

Nighttime, somewhere in the spirit world.

"You're here, little one? Same as before tonight?"

The blond, red-eyed man sat on a small stool he'd somehow found, munching on a handful of snacks.

“Mr. Narzdo, I will succeed tonight,” Arthas said firmly.

"Oh, oh," the blond man replied insincerely, and continued eating his snacks.

For the past week, this little guy has been acting strangely, stubbornly refusing to believe in evil spirits and repeatedly trying to come into contact with the demonic aura without any protection.

The result was that she repeatedly teetered on the brink of madness, only to be knocked unconscious by the blond man and sent home to sleep.

As for tonight, the blond man felt that the outcome would likely not change much, and it would probably still have to go through the motions.

So he simply found some snacks to pass the time.

"Come on, I'm ready," Arthas said with great pride.