Talim nodded in agreement

"Yes, the gods don't care whether you are lucky or unlucky. Being lucky is a blessing, and being unlucky is a test."

My friend, your beliefs are very impious. Be careful that the Lord of Storms will give you a lightning strike... Klein glanced at the two of them respectively, and said with a smile

"This advice is based on very simple logic."

"If, I mean, if there is really useful and effective mysticism in this world, then the seven orthodox churches must be the best at it, otherwise they would have been eliminated by other occultists who have mastered mysticism. Power replaced it."

"If there is no so-called true mysticism, then you won't get any help from a fortune teller or a witch doctor. It's better to look at the higher-ranking bishop for a solution."

Allen analyzed it carefully, and finally nodded.

"It makes sense."

"Perhaps I need the bishop to convey it to me, so that the goddess will bless me."

No, the accurate description is that the Nighthawks can only notice the abnormality in you with the Bishop's message... Klein retorted in his heart.

He didn't think of helping Alan at all, because in order to solve the other party's luck problem, in addition to finding the root of everything, he must also arrange certain rituals.

Let's not mention whether Klein understands the real transshipment ceremony, even if he does, he will expose the fact that he has extraordinary power in front of unfamiliar people because of the ceremony, which will increase a lot of risks out of thin air.

Since I can let the Nighthawks come forward, then I don't need to do it myself... I just don't know if the problem comes from the boy or the Tarot cards in his hand. If it's the latter, it might be quite suitable for me as a sealed item. It's a pity... Klein shook his head quietly, suppressing the greed and other emotions that suddenly emerged in his heart.

At this time, Allen had already made a decision. Looking at Klein, he twitched the corner of his mouth and said

"Thank you, Mr. Moriarty. Although you don't understand the occult, you gave the best advice based on strict logic."

Yes, I don't understand mysticism... Klein smiled and said

"Just call me Sherlock, Alan."

Well, ever since I was no longer a Nighthawk, the composition of my mystic knowledge has become more and more strange. On the one hand, I have mastered many secrets related to high-sequence relationship gods, and on the other hand, I only understand relatively elementary ritual magic, which is relatively complicated. Those who only knew about sacrifices and bestowing ceremonies, and spells stayed in three types for a long time... Klein sighed in his heart, feeling that he urgently needed a more comprehensive and in-depth book on mysticism.

As for the knowledge that can separate the evil god's spiritual pollution from the Extraordinary characteristics, there is currently no clue.

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After taking a lunch break at the club, Klein took a public carriage and arrived at the Rice Circus in Jorwood District near the Tussock River.

Today is not a holiday, nor is it a holiday. There are not many guests in the circus, and the clowns who are in charge of entertaining and amusing them all seem a little listless.

After passing through the "Divination Hut" and tents selling pies, pancakes, fruit pies, and alcoholic beverages, Klein walked along the edge of the circus and found a small theater. The blackboard at the door reads, during non-holiday periods, every day Four shows, one hour each.

The first game in the afternoon is at two o'clock, not long after it started.

After buying the tickets, Klein entered the theater and heard the sound of applause.

At this time, an animal trainer was on the stage, holding a whip, ordering a black bear to perform naively. Beside him was a tiger with yellow and black stripes and a baboon with deep and curly hair.

Snapped!

With the whip of the animal trainer, the black bear turned somersault awkwardly.

"I said, this guy wanted to slap you just now!" Someone suddenly shouted loudly at the front of the row of seats, which immediately drew laughter from the small audience in the venue.

They thought it was a new way for the circus to have fun. JrNovels.com