These days, whenever Klein has free time, he plays with and studies this oil lamp.

Since the oil lamp never showed any danger, Klein gradually became bolder.

He put the oil lamp into cold water and then soaked it in hot water to observe the reaction. Then he took it to the kitchen and turned on the gas stove and burned it with a flame.

You can also choose to expose it to the sun at noon when the sun is strongest, or in the dead of night when the full moon is in the sky, take it out to bathe in the crimson moonlight.

He even gritted his teeth and bought some more occult materials that could be used for sacrifices, made them into spiritual powder, and sprinkled them evenly on the oil lamps, but it was of no use.

Finally, he took the lamp to the kitchen and poured cooking oil into it from the small spout of the oil lamp, planning to light the wick and give it a try later.

Thanks to the clown's ability, my hands and wrists are more flexible and I can control my muscles well and complete fine operations. Otherwise, I really wouldn't be able to pour into such a small spout.

However, just as he poured the oil into the lamp, the lamp suddenly shook violently, and a stream of light yellow and fragrant liquid suddenly spurted out with ferocious momentum, immediately dousing Klein's body and face.

Ah, can this oil be washed off?

Fortunately, I am wearing home clothes, which are much cheaper than formal clothes.

In the blink of an eye, it was already Thursday morning, and Klein’s first order finally came to his door.

The clients are Mrs. Doris and his grandson Jurgen Cooper from the same street, and the content is about searching for the beloved black cat Brody.

After some metaphysical reasoning, Brody was quickly found, and Klein also received the first reward of his detective career.

Then the second commission came to my door, from Ian Wright, a smart boy I had noticed on the subway before.

After a series of reasoning such as divination and channeling, Klein successfully found the mission target, completed the commission, and received a reward of 5 pounds and the promise of three requirements.

It was rainy on Saturday afternoon in Backlund.

After reaching a preliminary investment intention with Leppard and returning home, Klein was in a good mood.

Just when he finished solving his physical problems and bent down to wash his hands, suddenly, a pair of strange eyes with fierce eyes reflected in his mind. It was Merle, the executioner of the Zmang Party who came to inquire about the whereabouts of Ian Wright in the morning.

So.

A small black-feathered arrow shot through the air and stuck on the sink, and the two of them immediately started fighting.

Klein relied on agility and premonition to hold on, but Meursault had agility and strength, and was obviously more advantageous than Klein in close combat.

The two of them fought in a circle, and tables and chairs overturned and broke one after another. Just as Klein was anxiously thinking about counterattacks, he glanced at the standard contract on the coffee table in the living room.

Under the guidance of Klein, the battlefield moved to the living room. As the two exchanged fists and kicks, Klein was once again violently whipped away by Meursault, knocking over the coffee table.

As the items were flying around, Klein did not catch the standard contract he wanted, but his right hand happened to touch the oil lamp with an unknown purpose. Seeing that Meursault was about to bully him again, Klein instinctively pointed the oil lamp towards Meursault.

Erso threw it out hard.

Looking at the brass oil lamp flying straight towards him, Meursault didn't pay attention at all. He quickly moved his route slightly to avoid the oil lamp.

However, something unexpected happened. Meursault, who had already avoided the flight path of the oil lamp, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. A golden object suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and with the force of breaking the wind, it hit hard on the ground.

The blow on his head knocked him staggering, his head was dizzy, stars were shining in his eyes, blood was flowing rapidly from his head, and the blood slipped down and flowed into his eyes.

Klein threw out the oil lamp and quickly ran away, dodging possible attacks while approaching the standard contracts scattered on the ground.

In his peripheral vision, he witnessed the entire process of the oil lamp turning strangely and hitting Meursault in the head.

The ability of this oil lamp is to hit the enemy with a certain effect?

After the oil lamp hit Meursault's head, it rebounded and fell to the ground. He rolled several times and lay motionless on the ground.

Although Meursault felt that his dizziness affected his fighting ability, he still rushed towards Klein again. He thought that the enemy's condition must be very bad after being whipped away many times by him.

Klein clutched the standard contract with one hand, and used the other hand to coordinate with his body, dodging and moving around, looking for opportunities.

The two people kept intertwining. Suddenly, Meursault found that the oil lamp that had caused him great harm was in his hand. He picked it up and smashed the lamp at Klein, and in the direction where Klein might avoid it.

He rushed forward and raised his fist like a hammer.

Oil lamp or fist?

These two options flashed through Klein's mind, and he quickly flashed through the characteristics of the oil lamp that was sure to hit and the strength of Meursault's fist, and he made a decision between flint and lightning.

He did not move his body and was prepared to be hit head-on by the oil lamp.

The oil lamp whizzed over and brushed against his ears. The air flow caused Klein's short hair to skew, and then, with a clang, it fell to the ground.

Didn't...miss?

Both Meursault and Klein were stunned for a moment. At this time, Meursault punched out, which was when his body balance was at its worst.

Chance!

Klein reacted instantly and shook out the standard contract in his hand.

With a pop, the piece of paper plunged into Meursault's throat, separating his arteries and trachea.

After staring at Meursault dying in front of him, Klein breathed a sigh of relief and had the energy to recall the strangely changing flight path of the oil lamp just now.

Random sure hits or misses? How...how to use this?

Or will what should have been a hit become a miss, and what should have been a miss become a sure hit?

Or, if you dodge, you will definitely hit, and if you don’t dodge, you will definitely miss?

Klein was confused by his own speculation. What kind of ability does this correspond to? Why is he so unreasonable?

He first picked up the oil lamp that played a key role in this battle, and after a rough scan, he found that the lamp was spotless and there was no trace of blood at all.

He looked around the room and noticed the mess in the room and his damaged and dirty clothes. He was silent for a while and whispered:

"This cannot be reimbursed..."

"It would be nice if the battle could end and the damaged items would be restored automatically."

After saying that, he laughed to himself, his voice getting louder and louder.

"Haha, hahaha..."

Suddenly, his laughter froze.

The wind seemed to suddenly blow in the living room, and the items scattered on the floor flew up one after another. The items were returned to their original places, and the damaged chairs, coffee tables and broken porcelain were each found with their lost parts.

Even Meursault, who fell to the ground, had no trace of blood on his body, and the wound on his throat was completely healed.

Klein looked down at the sleeves of his long dress and woolen jacket. There were no traces of battle at all.

This...this is also okay?

The strange oil lamp was still in his hand and did not return to the coffee table on its own. It did not emit light or get colder or hotter, as if everything in front of him had nothing to do with it.

But Klein knew clearly that the power of recovery came from the oil lamp in his hand.

This way I don't have to pay Mrs. Summer.

This is really great!
Chapter completed!