The sky was dark outside the window, but there was no fog that Klein was familiar with. The waves came, blowing away all the haze, allowing the clouds at high altitude to unwind, lined up in various shapes, reflecting golden and red sunlight.

This is Pulitz Port, the largest and busiest port in the Kingdom of Roone.

Klein, wearing a light vest and white shirt, stood by the window and stared at the outside world for a while. He didn't return to the table made of mahogany until his pocket watch urged him.

With the warm fireplace, he picked up the dark black round belly water-absorbing pen, unfolded the letter paper, and slowly wrote:

“Dear Mr. Azke:

"Please forgive me for writing to you until today. In the past few days, I have wandered in Beckland, immersed in the devastation caused to this metropolis by previous events. If we were all ordinary people, maybe we had covered it with white cloth, carried it into the crematorium, and lived in a very small box...

"I waited for a long time, and finally found the opportunity to retrieve my own item, including the 'blasphemy card' I promised. In addition, there is an item that I will let the messenger bring to you. It is a copper whistle, the copper whistle that can summon the messenger. It comes from an accidental encounter and an old man who climbed up from the coffin. Seeing this, you must be confused, because the description I used can also point to you, which is exactly what I don't understand.

"...This is the case with the specific incident. I suspect that the original owner of the bronze whistle was a member of the spiritual sect who tried to resurrect the Death God, and the level was not low. Maybe you can see something from this bronze whistle...

"Before leaving Beckland, I wrote to 'Heart of Mechanical', describing the huge underground ruins where you and Ince Zangwell fought. I hope they can find out the truth behind the matter based on this information.

"After a roundabout way and indirect temptation, I confirm that they are not hostile to me and you for the time being. If you are in trouble, you may try to ask them for help.

“Finally, I have another question, is there any way to remove the residual mental pollution from the extraordinary properties that have been solidified?

“…I am about to sail a long journey. I wish you a smooth journey to find memories and a safe journey.

"Your student and friend, Klein Moretti."

After putting down the pen and reading it from the beginning, Klein folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope along with the "Black Emperor" card and the bronze whistle left by members of the Spiritual Cult.

After doing all this, he picked up the copper whistle given by Mr. Azke and summoned the messenger in a blowing manner.

The messenger was still nearly four meters high, made of purely white bones, and his eye sockets were burning with dark flames, but Klein's spiritual intuition told him that this was already another messenger.

Sighing secretly, Klein raised his arm and put the letter into the other party's hanging palm.

The messenger looked down and then quickly disintegrated, turning into bones, then fell like a rainstorm and drilled into the ground.

Seeing this scene, Klein tapped his right tooth and turned off his spiritual vision.

He turned his eyes back to the table, where there was a light yellow identity certificate, which was necessary to purchase ocean tickets through regular channels.

For this reason, he went to find Sharon and got a new identity through the other party's circle.

This identity belongs to the bounty hunter, a lunatic who wants to go to sea to venture to get rich. According to Klein's meaning, his name is German Sparo.

"The sin of hunting..." Klein whispered and collected a series of proof documents about his new identity.

Immediately afterwards, he pulled the curtains, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

At this time, there was still some time before the Tarot party, so Klein quickly took out the "Wrinkled Hunger" and put it on his hands.

Close his eyes and sensed the next twisted and illusory souls, and he tried to release the "faceless man".

If in the real world, "Crampant Hunger" will happily eat this and give it a gift and exudes corresponding extraordinary characteristics, but in the gray fog it dares not have any impulse, allowing the soul of the "faceless man" to smoothly leave the gloves and present it on the side of the bronze long table.

It was a middle-aged man with a blurred face, and the distortion and pain had dissipated a lot.

He bowed to Klein, who was leaning against the back of the chair, and his figure gradually faded and was about to fall into the grey fog.

In the towering palace, Klein could directly "interfere with the spirit" without any extra preparations, so he spread his spirituality, stabilized the other party, and spoke in a low voice:

"Do you know where there are living mermaids?"

The man replied in a daze:

"Except those raised by the Goddess of the Night, only to sail from the Gargas Islands to the depths of the Sunian Sea for at least a week, and this is my destination."

It turned out that he was also a "faceless man" who was seeking promotion... In order to pursue the mermaid, he ventured to go out to sea, but he died in the hands of "Ltd. General Hurricane" Zillingers... The goddess church raised many mermaids? Klein asked suddenly:

"Which organization do you belong to? Or, where is your potion recipe from?"

The middle-aged man with a blurred face suddenly trembled and it took two seconds to make a sound:

"I belong to the Secretary Practice."

The Secret Practice Society? The Secret Practice Society did not raise a few mermaids by itself? Klein thought about it and said:

"Have you ever met your leader, Zarathu?"

The illusory and transparent "faceless man" was silent first, then shouted in a sharp voice:

“See it!

"He, he is not normal! He is an immortal monster!"

As he spoke, his figure became thinner and thinner and was about to collapse.

Zarathu is indeed alive! What happened that made the members of the Secretariat fear him so much? To be precise, He should be used... Klein quickly asked another key question:

"In addition to the treasures left by the Antigonus family and the inner part of your Secret Cult, where can you obtain the high-sequence potion formula for the 'Divorcer' path?"

The "faceless man" is becoming more and more transparent and illusory, and in the end he can only say one sentence:

"The Church of the Goddess of the Night...Settlement Church..."

Holy Church... Klein watched silently as the spirit of the "faceless man" was completely relieved, and he repeatedly recited a word in his heart - the Church of Serenity is the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the "holy church" mentioned by the night attendant.

There is really a high-sequence potion recipe for the "Divider" path... The major churches don't know how many secrets they have buried and hidden... While sighing, Klein lets the black and green gel-like things condensed from the surface of the gloves slide to the surface of the bronze table.

The extraordinary nature of the "faceless man" finally forms a jelly-shaped translucent object. Under the black and green background, faces with different appearances float in it from time to time, like figures hiding behind dark curtains.

Klein looked at it a few times, nodded slightly, and said to himself:

"With the help of the 'world', please ask Mr. 'Hangered Man' to sell this extraordinary characteristic to the 'craftsmen', and to the extraordinary people in need."

Although he used the divination above the gray fog to find the official extraordinary person's surveillance loophole at No. 15 Minsk Street, in order not to provoke the other party and not to expose the secrets of the spirits, he did not return there in the end, but spent an extra money to buy a set of laundry and fragmentary items necessary for life, which cost a total of 12 pounds.

Adding to the eight pounds paid for those documents of new identity, his wallet was almost shriveled to the point where there was no need for existence.

As for the 10% stake in the bike company, Klein found an opportunity to meet Detective Aisinger Stanton, signed a legal document and entrusted it to the other party to manage it. Anyway, the relationship between the two parties is not a secret in the eyes of the Nightkeeper, the Mechanical Heart.

There are 5 pounds left in cash and 5 gold coins... I will get 4 pounds when I go to the Rosde Islands, which is still a third-class ticket on the lower level of the cabin... I will need at least 4 pounds to transfer from the Rosde Islands to the Galgas Islands... I must take the extraordinary characteristics of the "faceless man" as soon as possible... I can at least sit in the second class cabin and eat good food... Thanks to Emly's suitcase being placed on the gray fog, otherwise I would have to buy another one... Klein silently calculated his financial situation, as if he had just passed by, and could only afford a formal outfit by relying on the salary prepaid by the nightgown.

"The extraordinary characteristics of Sequence 6 range from 3,000 to 4,000 pounds. If someone urgently needs them, they can still be a premium... But in addition to maintaining life, I also have to consider the cost of auxiliary materials of the 'Secret Master' and the cost of rituals to remove the spiritual pollution of the main materials." Klein sighed, took out his pocket watch, pressed it and took a look.

Seeing that the time was almost the same, he first conveyed the message to the little "sun" about preparing for the party.

…………

Forsi's eyes were clear and he saw three figures sitting opposite the mottled table.

There are more members? She thought about it and quickly settled down.

At this moment, she didn't care whether there would be new members of Tarot. Her mind was filled with the heavy smog and plague last week.

She clearly remembered that at the last party, "World" reminded herself and Miss "Justice" that something big was brewing in Beckland, which was very likely to cause a tragedy. Mr. "Follower" affirmed this speculation and further pointed out that the key figure in the problem was Prince Edsack.

She did not doubt Mr. Fool's ability, but thought the tragedy needed to be brewed and there was plenty of time to investigate. Who knew that it came so quickly and so suddenly!

It is reported that Prince Edsack also suffered from illness in the smog and unfortunately died... It really happened, it really happened...Fols recalled the contents of the newspapers a few days ago, and seemed to understand something, but he couldn't grasp anything. He was a little nervous and uneasy for a moment.

I, who was only in Sequence 9, seemed to have "intervened" in advance because I joined the Tarot Society, which involved a terrible event involving a metropolis and a prince involving tens of thousands of lives! It was not until this moment that the "magic" Fores deeply realized the importance of becoming a member of the Tarot Society.

Then, she heard the greetings of Miss Justice who was consistent with the usual, but lost her sense of ease:

“Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"You saved Beckland once again!"
Chapter completed!