Backlund's Sunday, around six o'clock in the afternoon.

A young man wearing a formal tuxedo and a half-high silk top hat walked out of the Backlund steam train station carrying a large suitcase.

This is Klein who has just arrived in Backlund, the land of hope.

The sky is dark and the haze is thick.

The cold air seemed to be magically attacking pedestrians without the protection of a fireplace.

He closed the map in his hand and held it together with the newspaper in his left hand. He picked up the suitcase with his right hand and walked towards the subway entrance.

When he approached the entrance, which looked like a department store door, Klein noticed two street lights on both sides of the door.

One of them has the same shape as the street lamp on the street I just passed. It has a black metal grid and a glass covered with a thin layer of dust. The orange light shines through, conveying a meager warmth to the homeless travelers.

The other one has a strange shape, not like a street lamp at all, but rather like the kind of art statue that is specially placed outside a landmark building to show its sense of luxury.

Where the gas lamp should have been, there was a golden oil lamp with a strange shape. It had a long spout on one side, a delicate handle on the other side, and a pagoda-shaped lamp cover on its bulging belly.

It is like a serious street lamp, emitting a soft light and only illuminating an area not far away.

The shape of this street lamp is quite unique, but it is a bit small and does not look very coordinated. Hmm... It is made of brass. It is not afraid of being stolen. Backlund is indeed a big city.

Klein thought to himself, but didn't pay much attention to it. He passed through the gate without stopping and followed the sparse flow of people towards the ticket office.

Take the subway to your intended destination, Jowood District, get out of the subway, and take a taxi to No. 17 Minsk Street, where there is a house for rent.

After knocking on the door and entering Mrs. Summer's living room, the warm air made Klein feel comfortable.

He was politely moved to the sofa by Mrs. Summer, and the maid promptly served him black tea.

In the comfortable atmosphere, Klein looked around the entire living room.

He saw the ancient shelves in front of the wall with oil paintings in the living room. In each grid, there were red wine, statues, plates painted with bright colors and complex patterns and other decorations.

Suddenly, he saw a simple, golden, small and exquisite oil lamp in a grid.

Is this an antique?

Why do I feel so familiar?

Ah, there was an identical oil lamp-shaped gas street lamp at the subway entrance near the Backlund steam train station.

Is it popular to use oil lamps for decoration in Backlund?

Klein vaguely felt something was wrong, but it was impossible for him to do a divination in front of Mrs. Summer.

How about borrowing the bathroom from Mrs. Summer?

While chatting with Mrs. Summer, Klein finalized the rental of No. 15 next door.

Declining Mr. Summer's dinner invitation, Klein walked out of Summer's house and went to the next door. He was about to take out the key and open the door.

Suddenly, he felt something at his feet. When he lowered his head, he saw an ancient golden oil lamp lying quietly on the ground.

With a "swish", Klein jumped far away, his hair stood on end, and he broke out in cold sweat.

What is this?

Has it been following me?

Klein's mind was racing with thoughts, and his spiritual intuition told him that the oil lamp on the ground was the same one at Mrs. Summer's house and at the subway gate.

He stared straight at the oil lamp on the ground, his muscles tensed up, his mind highly concentrated, and he was ready to deal with unexpected events at any time.

However, the oil lamp just lay silently on the ground. There was no evil power, no terrible curse, and no changes occurred in the surrounding things.

Except that it is not stained with dust, it is no different from the most ordinary oil lamp, as if someone else has randomly discarded it here.

While staring at the oil lamp on the ground, Klein carefully checked his mental, spiritual, psychological and physical status, and found that there was nothing abnormal at all.

What's going on? How did it keep up with me? I haven't done anything special or been to any special place.

Why is it following me? Is it just because I was unlucky enough to be chosen by it?

When he thought about the coincidence, Klein couldn't help but be afraid of the quill that arranged the fate of him and his companions. He thought of the captain and everything about Tingen.

He couldn't help but shake his head slightly, as if to shake these sorrows out of his mind, but an exaggerated smile appeared on his face.

He forced his thoughts back to the present.

What should I do with this supernaturally powerful oil lamp on the ground that is obviously abnormal but pretends to be normal?

Ignore it? Just let it follow?

No, no, no, this is too dangerous. If it suddenly causes any harm, I may die cleanly. If it takes a long time for the ability to take effect, then I may die silently and inexplicably.

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Change the place to rent? Move to another area and avoid it?

No, this is not a matter of wasting the rent money I just paid. Let’s not say whether it will follow me strangely. Even if it abandons me because of the distance, what will happen to the people around me? If it entangles me, I will still

We can try our best to find a solution, but if it directly harms ordinary people in this area, what will they do?

When you encounter a problem, solve it as soon as possible and don't run away from it.

Otherwise, should I send it to the church? Bring in more powerful forces to solve it.

However, now I am not only a wild Beyonder, but also a dead person who must not appear in front of the Nighthawks. My identity cannot be revealed. If I go to the church directly, I am afraid I will never return.

Sneaking it to the door of the church? No way. Which church doesn't have a method similar to divination? I will also be exposed, found, and investigated.

After all, ordinary people would not pick up an oil lamp without any strange behavior and secretly send it to the church.

Of course, being entangled in a strange oil lamp is indeed a reason enough for ordinary people to run to the church to seek help in fear, but it is still the same problem, and I can't stand the investigation.

Klein observed it carefully, thought about it repeatedly, and finally decided to pick it up and take it back to the room.

The oil lamp was cold to the touch and had the texture of brass. It was covered with mysterious and complex patterns. When he looked closely, he felt dizzy and confused. Klein quickly looked away.

After closing the door, I didn't have time to tidy up and clean, so I placed the oil lamp on the coffee table in the living room.

He skillfully arranged the spiritual wall, then walked four steps backwards and recited the mantra.

He planned to go to the gray mist to divine this oil lamp.

The reason why he did not bring the oil lamp above the gray fog to do divination was because he was worried that there would be unpredictable dangers in wrapping this thing of unknown origin with a spiritual body.

He believed that the image of the tool above the gray mist was enough to divine its origin.
Chapter completed!