Who was the person you had your last erotic dream with?"
Klein's inspiration exploded directly, and the hair on his hair stood on end. He finally understood why spirituality warned him, and social death was also death!
Can this kind of thing be said in public?
Last time I...stop!
Klein finally stopped his thoughts and forcibly diverted his attention.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the study became extremely strange, and everyone looked at Klein with a strange expression on his face.
There was also Miss Sharon present...
"This is also the characteristic of this mirror. It will raise questions that hit people's hearts when there are people watching." Truman explained with a smile.
It really touches people's hearts!
The Arrodes mirror in his hand was about to crack under the tremendous pressure. It actually raised such a question to the great master? !
For the first time, Arrods began to regret the rules he had set.
I'm dying...
Don't worry, I'll protect you... Truman chuckled and held up the mirror.
Arrodes Mirror asked the question according to the rules, which is quite reasonable.
"You can also choose to answer or punish." Truman reminded him looking at Klein's stiff face.
"I choose punishment!" Klein said through gritted teeth.
boom!
A bolt of thunder exploded in the void and hit Klein on the head. The flashing thunder directly blew up Klein's hair.
Klein also felt dizzy and his body was numb, but his powerful spirituality brought him back to normal. Of course, the impact of that problem cannot be erased just like this.
"...Is this sealed object a little too powerful?" Leonard asked this question in order to save Klein.
"Yes, except that this mirror is not very harmful, it has already reached the standard of a first-class sealed object. But it is indeed not very harmful." Truman explained.
"And it is a sealed artifact that I specially prepared for your office to investigate the evil sect."
Truman handed the ancient silver mirror to Klein.
"..." Klein resisted the urge to throw the mirror to the ground and took it over.
I don't know if it was his imagination, but the mirror seemed to express a strange trembling feeling.
"Thank you." Klein's hair was still standing on end, but he also thanked him. He also knew the value of this mirror very well, and it might only be comparable to the sun badge containing the divine blood.
"You're welcome." Truman glanced at the time and said, "It's almost dinner time now. You guys, wait a moment. We'll have dinner together later."
Klein and others naturally had no objection. They sat in the study and began to play with the magical items in their hands.
After getting the badges, the malice hidden in Sharon and Maric's eyes disappeared and they became more like one person.
The dream badge suppressed the madness in their bodies and at the same time suppressed the malice that came from the potion.
"Old man, what's the point of these gloves?" Leonard put on the white gloves and asked in his mind.
"Better than the 'Vessel Thief'." A slightly hoarse voice sounded in Leonard's mind.
"That's great!" Leonard was delighted. When he used the "Vessel Thief", he stole the extraordinary ability of a witch and demigod.
"It's just that I feel like this side effect is weird." Leonard stroked his gloves and asked doubtfully.
Pales Zoroaster fell into silence. The two words monocle and raven were too pointed.
Klein stayed away from the three people and sat in a corner of the study with Arrods in his hands.
"Great Lord above the spiritual world, please forgive me for my offense. I am your destined servant..."
"Stop!" Klein's heart skipped a beat, and he tapped the mirror lightly, and the writing on the mirror was instantly erased.
Klein, who was directly told to break the deepest vest, suddenly felt a sense of panic, but the mirror obediently erased the words.
However... Klein's powerful spirituality also felt a sense of fear from this mirror, like a puppy who was afraid of being abandoned?
It's ridiculous, but it's true.
"You know me." Klein used spirituality to wrap himself up and transform into the "Fool" state. He still controlled his tone and did not use questions.
"Your humble servant Arrodes dared not look up to your greatness, but fate allowed me to meet you and become your most loyal servant."
At the same time, Klein's appearance appeared on the mirror, but there were strands of gray mist lingering on Klein's body in the mirror, making him look like an aloof and indifferent god.
That is the state of "The Fool" on the gray fog.
Did it see the gray fog? ! Klein's pupils shrank and he fell into silence.
This was the first time the gray fog had been seen through, and that feeling made Klein a little uneasy.
"Actually, you can ask me any questions and I will give you the most detailed answer!"
A line of words appeared on Arrodes' mirror, followed by a pitiful expression.
The appearance of this... emoticon really shocked Klein.
"Can you ask me a few questions? Please give me a chance to atone!"
"You can..."
After repeating the sentence three times, Klein blinked, suppressed his uneasiness, and decided to give it a try.
"What is your ability?" Klein asked.
"Your humble servant has the ability to spy on everything in existence, below the level of angels."
Angel level! Klein's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was extremely shocked.
Klein took half a minute to calm down and then asked his second question.
"Did Bishop Truman ask you to ask me just now?" Klein always felt that it came from Bishop Truman's bad taste and wanted to see him die.
With the current mirror's endless whining, he really didn't believe that this mirror would embarrass him.
"...Yes."
Ripples rippled on the mirror surface, becoming increasingly violent, like boiling water, and then a pale white brilliance condensed into these two words.
Sure enough... Klein resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Tell me what you know about Bishop Truman."
"..."
This time there was only a line of ellipses on the mirror, and the mirror once again had an emotional fluctuation, as if it was fear? !
"Bishop Truman, the Archbishop of Backlund Diocese of the Church of the Night, the beloved of the 'Night Goddess', the Archbishop of the Dream Sect..."
But soon, Klein saw the description of Bishop Truman on the mirror.
"Beloved of the 'Night Goddess'?!" This identity suddenly dawned on Klein. No wonder Bishop Truman's status is so special!
"Master, I can only see this. The deeper level involves secrets."
secret? It's this word again. The goddess's honorific name contains the description of "Mother of Secrets"... Klein nodded lightly.
At this moment, Klein felt that he had seen through Bishop Truman's disguise!