Chapter 310: Choose One from Two

An illusory feeling faded, and Klein again saw the strange candle in his hand, with its black wick and pale flame.

The floor, chairs, and candles that had been shattered by the Dawn Knight returned to their pre-battle state, showing no signs of damage.

Bishop Utravsky, who had been standing opposite, had somehow sat down in the front row, leaning forward, burying his head, and tightly holding his temples with both hands.

Drip! Drip!

Sweat dripped from his face, spreading at his feet, where the ground had become wet.

Feeling that the strange candle had been extinguished by Klein, Utravsky shuddered and raised his head under the other's gaze.

His slightly clouded eyes were filled with tears, and his wrinkled face was streaked with the marks of crying.

But his eyes were sentimental, joyful, and clear.

If the "Giant" bishop had seemed tall and heavy before, now he only had the weight of his body, no longer the burden of his spirit.

At this moment, Klein felt as if he saw a newborn baby.

The tears were proof of rebirth.

Father Utravsky's mouth curled up slightly, and he smiled kindly: "You are much stronger than I expected."

"No, it's just because I had enough understanding in advance and made corresponding preparations. In the past, you not only didn't know what your opponent was good at but were also weakened considerably. If I had to fight you in the real world, I would be considering how to escape." Klein replied frankly.

A prepared "Magician" and an unprepared "Magician" are completely different concepts... He silently added in his mind.

Bishop Utravsky didn't dwell on this issue and said with ease: "Thank you, my friend."

"As agreed, I will give you the formula for the 'Apothecary' and another magical item."

As he spoke, he took out an item from the pocket of his brown clerical robe that resembled a combination of a needle, tube, and container.

"You have two choices. This is one of them. When I obtained it, I didn't know its name, and I never thought to name it. You can use it to draw a tube of blood, your own blood, and at a critical moment, reinfuse it. This way, your fatigue will disappear, your illnesses and injuries will be alleviated, and your various attributes like strength, speed, balance will be temporarily but greatly enhanced." Bishop Utravsky pointed at the item.

"And what are its limitations and hidden dangers?" Klein asked rationally.

Father Utravsky looked at the needle and tube with mysterious patterns and explained in detail: "After drawing that tube of blood, you will be weak for a full twelve hours. Reinfusion during these twelve hours will have no effect. Of course, the exact time limit is not so precise and varies according to personal physique and condition. Also, it's best not to use it frequently, no more than once a week. Otherwise, the reinfused blood will not only bring strength but also cause you to temporarily lose reason. And drawing blood too frequently will become a characteristic of your weakness."

"Besides these, it has one more problem: if you carry it for more than half an hour, you will become somewhat neurotic."

Fortunately, Bishop Utravsky hadn't drawn blood in advance; otherwise, if he had been able to reinfuse it during the battle, my chances of winning would have been very, very low... Klein first thought this.

Then, he frowned slightly, worried about the negative effects of the magical item.

Whether it was temporarily losing reason, being weak for twelve hours, or becoming somewhat neurotic, these were hidden dangers that seemed not too serious. But Klein, who had seen those who had lost control and heard the whispers of evil gods, believed that the mental state of a Beyonder was very important. If it operated at a low point for a long time or frequently had abnormalities, it could easily lead to loss of control, even if that Beyonder had mastered the acting method!

"And the second choice?" Klein asked after a pause of two seconds.

Bishop Utravsky took out a key with an antique bronze color from another pocket and smiled: "It's called the 'Master Key'. It can help you open all locks without mystical power, and a small number of locks with supernatural effects. And in places without locks or doors, it can still open a passage that doesn't belong to reality. Hehe, the prerequisite is that there is no restriction from extraordinary power and the obstacle is not too thick."

"Its spirituality is completely conservative. When not in use, it is difficult for a Beyonder to see any difference between it and an ordinary key."

Father Utravsky stood up again, forcing Klein to only choose to look up.

The "Giant" bishop took a few steps, arrived in front of the wall on one side of the church hall, and pressed the "Master Key" against the brick.

He gently twisted, and his entire body seemed to enter water, then rippled, passed through the wall, and went outside.

Then, Bishop Utravsky returned to the church hall in the same way, back into Klein's sight.

"Have you decided which magical item to choose?" The tall priest asked, looking down.

"Hmm, what are the hidden dangers of the 'Master Key'?" Klein asked cautiously.

Bishop Utravsky smiled warmly: "Carrying it will occasionally make you lost."

"According to others, it's random lost."

Lost? But I am a diviner with spiritual intuition... Klein muttered to himself, gradually making up his mind.

After a few seconds, he spoke: "I want the 'Master Key'."

He didn't want his mental state to have problems, accumulating risks of loss of control.

A pity, what I most want is still that strange candle... The deepest part of the mind, the bottom of the dream, is equivalent to my home turf... He sighed inwardly.