Klein had a headache.

Although it is not impossible to directly consume extraordinary characteristics, with the stability of his anchor point, there is at least a 99% chance that it will not mutate out of control.

But Klein really doesn't dare to bet on the 1%.

It's one thing that I have bad luck.

Whether the 'Lord of Secrets' will take the opportunity to cause trouble is another matter.

"So, we can only look for a piece of lost history?" Klein sighed.

Then he thought that the elves seemed to be the "lost history". If he could resurrect an elf that had disappeared in the long river of time, it seemed that he could meet the conditions for the extraordinary ritual.

Even worse, Derrick's hometown Silver City, over there in the Land Abandoned by God, also belongs to the 'forgotten history'.

Looking at it this way, there are quite a few choices.

(I originally planned to end it with a mysterious dungeon. I always wanted to write a little extra stuff, but I couldn’t stop it. In this case, I will intersperse an extra dungeon. The story of the war in the Eastern Continent and Klein’s becoming a god is placed here.

Let’s talk about the last volume)

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"Seven Deadly Sins"

"In the ancient past, there were five completely different races on this land."

"3000 years ago, the goddess race led the fairies, giants and humans to crusade against the destructive demon race. The combination of the power of the four races finally sealed the demon race and restored peace to the earth. This war was called by later generations.

Jihad.”

In the prosperous capital of the Kingdom of Leonis, a young man with black hair smiled and told the children around him ancient stories from the past.

He has a delicate and handsome appearance, picturesque eyebrows, and a strong and tall figure. The young man wears well-fitting muslin clothes and trousers, a thick cloak, holds a banjo harp, and wears brown short boots.

He has a kind and friendly aura about him, which spontaneously attracts people around him to stop and observe.

Just play it with ease and the piano will sound melodious.

Even the patrolling knights couldn't bear to be disturbed and subconsciously stayed away from the area.

——No one wanted to cause trouble for the bard before, but after several nobles and even important officials in the royal court came forward, there was no further trouble.

"Mr. Jon, Mr. Jon, are the Demon Clan very strong? How does it compare to the Paladins!"

"Mr. Jon, I saw you taught many gangsters a lesson easily before. Are you also a paladin? Where are your armor and weapons?"

"Mr. Jon, please give me your autograph."

It was obviously a street performance in essence, but in the end it turned into a personal meeting with idols.

It can only be said that the name ‘Jon Joestar’ is really popular in today’s kingdom.

Gentle, kind, and powerful.

There are rumors that many ladies and young ladies have taken the initiative to offer olive branches to this mysterious bard.

Others say that the thief that the Kingdom's Paladins couldn't catch was solved by asking Mr. Jon for just one night.

Anyway——

Everybody loves Jon Joestar.

"Thank you for your support, thank you, thank you, see you again." Jon waved to everyone.

He does not charge any money for his impromptu performances, and all the rewards he receives will be donated to buy bread and clothes for poor children.

Such a kind deed was highly praised by the residents of the kingdom who advocated chivalry.

Praise of holy music, the incarnation of virtue...

The reputation came like a flood, but Jon was as calm as a rock, seemingly not caring about the false fame at all.

After finishing today's performance, he took his harp and returned to the hotel where he stayed.

It's incredible to say.

Although Jon's identity is just a commoner, even the lowest street performer, also known as a bard, his daily living conditions are not bad at all, and he lives more comfortably than some minor nobles.

The hotel has four floors in total. The first floor is for drinking and eating, and the second to fourth floors are for accommodation. He has the fourth floor to himself.

Not only that, in order to expand the area of ​​​​the house, the hotel owner directly smashed the wall and remodeled it, turning Jon's room into a large suite, comparable to a presidential suite.

Outsiders are very surprised.

Only those who know the inside story are not surprised.

If you can satisfy Mr. Jon, it doesn't matter if you destroy a few houses, it is to subvert the entire kingdom...

Back to business.

Returning to his private space, Jon immediately felt something was wrong.

He narrowed his eyes, smiled and said to the direction of the curtain: "Come out, friend, I see you."

The moment he finished speaking, there was a crashing sound, like the sound of hard iron colliding.

However, a pair of knight's gloves appeared beside the window sill, followed immediately by a black metal head.

"that……"

There was a buzzing sound in the helmet.

Panting.

emmmm

It sounds a bit weird and a bit astringent.

"Excuse me, are you...Jon...Mr. Joestar..."

The eccentric knight sitting by the window sill asked with great effort.

Jon nodded.

Blinking his eyes, he said: "By the way, do you need help? I think you look like you are about to fall."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Ah... you must... please give me a hand..." The weird knight's voice dropped a few decibels, probably because he felt a little embarrassed.

Jon didn't think about anything else and walked straight to the window sill.

He stretched out his hand and with a little force, he threw the iron lump into the house.

boom--

A shallow human-shaped pit was carved out of the wooden floor, showing how heavy the full body armor on the strange knight was.

The weird knight screamed.

He quickly got up and apologized to Jon: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Jon scratched his eyebrows: "How should I put it? From the day we arrived, I had a hunch that we would meet sooner or later... After all, according to the 'trampoline pinball' theory, existence of my quality will unconsciously attract

'The one who favors destiny' is also the so-called 'protagonist'."

Weird Knight:???

I do not understand.

But it seems very powerful.

Jon pulled up a chair and sat down, crossed his legs, and said with a relaxed expression: "So, what do you want from me, Elizabeth Lyons... princess."

"Eh!!!"

Because he was so shocked, his helmet fell off, and a delicate face appeared in front of Jon.

White hair, blue eyes.

His face had some baby fat, and he was sweating and steaming with heat.

Looks very cute.

"You, you, you...how do you know..." Elizabeth looked at Jon with wide eyes, unable to figure out how she was exposed.

Jon frowned slightly.

After pondering for a moment, he followed his heart and said, "Princess Elizabeth, do you know that knights are generally called stinky cans?"

Without waiting for the other party to reply, he continued: "What I mean is, you should take a shower."
Chapter completed!