"It is difficult to count the number of extraordinary paths in the universe, and not every path is worth studying, especially the gift system."
"They even have greater disadvantages than the potion system."
"In the gift system, there are fewer demigods and angels, and divinity is the biggest problem here."
While Klein was curiously studying the new path, Truman had already begun to dismember the two monsters.
He just waved his hand, as if an invisible scalpel surrounded the two bodies and dug out the "core" in the two bodies.
Invisible dreamy phosphorescence appeared, wrapping this "core".
"This shouldn't be an extraordinary characteristic, right?" Klein frowned and looked at the two light balls.
"The essence of the gift system is the gift of power, and these are the powers of the two 'Old Days'." Truman reached out and grabbed the two light balls in his hands.
One of them gradually evolved into a black thorn symbol, and the other became a bloody moon.
"No problem." Truman nodded slightly, "It's just a very ordinary power, the highlight is in another place."
After saying that, Truman threw the two things directly to Klein.
Klein hurriedly took the two objects in his hands. The dreamy phosphorescence on them sealed the power of the Outer God inside, so it would not leak out. It was very suitable for Klein to understand the Outer God.
"Let's go!" Truman took Klein and moved directly to a house on the edge of the village.
This house is a two-story house half buried in the ground. The orange-red roof has a warm feeling under the morning light.
"Inside!" Klein put away the two objects with a serious face and focused his attention on the house in front of him.
He felt a hint of threat in this house, as if there was something terrible inside.
"Is this the residence of Miss Muggle?" Klein frowned. In his vision, this house was shrouded in a layer of mist and it was difficult to see clearly.
And this should be the seal center of the "True Creator" before.
"Go in." Truman walked up the stairs, came to the second floor of the house, and gently opened a room.
"Miss Muggle?" Klein saw a girl lying on the ground.
This girl may not be more than 20 years old. From her pale profile, you can see that her face is gorgeous, but now she has extremely strange black thorn patterns on her body. These thorn patterns seem to be coming out of her skin and into the real world.
Klein recognized that this was Miss "Muggle". After all, although the appearance is covered in the fantasy world, the body shape will not change too much.
"Put her on the bed." Truman didn't care about the girl on the ground, but walked onto the big white bed, where a little boy who was only about ten years old was lying.
Klein gently raised his hand, and the girl on the ground naturally floated up and landed on the bed, and then he also looked at the boy.
"Is this her brother?" Klein looked at the boy, probably Melissa to himself.
"He is the key point, Miss 'Muggle' is just a byproduct." Truman stretched out his hand and placed it on the boy's forehead, and the dreamy phosphorescence reflected his psychological world.
Buzz... The world seemed to be in a trance for a moment, and Klein suddenly felt a creepy feeling.
"It's really interesting." Klein saw another smile on Truman's lips, which seemed to be somewhat similar to Amon.
"The boy is the key? That power equivalent to an angel is in this boy?" Klein's face changed slightly.
"It's not the power of an angel, but an angel!" The dreamy phosphorescence changed, and the reflected thing also changed suddenly. It was a real angel!
"The Ring of Fate sent an angel in?!" Although Klein had expected it, he was still shocked. Angels and angels' power are two different concepts.
The power of angels needs a carrier after all. Judging from the promotion speed of the gift system, it will take at least a few months to exert the corresponding power, but angels are complete.
"Sasriel's seal came in time and sealed the angel in this child's body." Truman looked at the reflection of the angel and nodded slowly.
"Can he be saved?" Klein glanced at Miss "Muggle" and then at the little boy.
Under normal circumstances, if such a little boy comes into contact with angel-level power, he will definitely be hopeless. At least Klein is not sure enough now, but with Truman here, there is hope.
"Actually, you can do it, too." Truman smiled and looked at Klein.
"What do you want to do?!" Klein suddenly became alert.
"Why don't we go in and play together?" Truman snapped his fingers lightly, and Klein felt the familiar power. He glanced at the "Muggle" lady and the little boy, and did not refuse. He closed his eyes and entered the dream.
Truman also closed his eyes and entered the boy's dream.
The boy's dream is very consistent with the characteristics of this age group, full of various disordered symbols and illogical fantasies.
But under Truman's control, everything has a real look.
It's still this house, and the place where Klein and Truman appeared is still this room.
Unlike reality, this place is full of dreamy colors, and the furniture and sheets seem to exude a sunny and dreamy atmosphere.
This is the feeling of home, and lonely souls are healed here.
"Who are you!?" A surprised voice sounded, not the little boy, but the "Muggle" lady, who was actually in the boy's dream.
"Ms. Muggle, I'm the detective. We've met before." Klein stepped forward and introduced himself.
"And this is Murphys. We're here to help you."
"Murphys" was a vest that Truman casually pulled up at the Curly-haired Baboon Research Society.
"You..." Miss Muggle looked at the two people in front of her in shock. She really remembered Klein, the "detective". The two had met many times at the party.
"You've been missing for a long time. Vice President Hela was worried that something had happened to you, so she asked me to check it out." Klein said.
"Then... you shouldn't come here!" Miss Muggle's face suddenly changed, thinking of her current situation.
"We will take care of this, Miss Aurora." Truman has been looking at the boy hiding behind Aurora.
This is the place of hope in the boy's heart, the embodiment of all the good things, so it can be maintained and not be eroded.
As for the rest of the places, even if there is a seal of Sasriel, they have already fallen into the fog and been assimilated by the angel of fate.
"Yes, since we are able to come here, we have the ability to take you out safely." Klein "comforted" the two and calmed them down.
"Fellow villagers help each other, isn't this the purpose of our gathering together?"
"This..." Auror was an emotional girl after all, her eyes were slightly red.