"Mr. Azik, how should I use this?" Klein glanced at the copper whistle in his palm again, then raised his head and asked.
Azik half leaned on the back of the sofa, blew out the smoke from his mouth, and said in a calm tone:
"You could try blowing on it."
Blow it... Klein felt the cold but very soft copper whistle, held its end, slowly moved it to his mouth, puffed up his cheeks on both sides, and blew hard
For a moment.
Strangely, the copper whistle did not make any sound, but Klein clearly felt as if a biting cold wind was blowing through, and the entire room instantly became cold and icy.
His spiritual intuition was slightly touched, and he subconsciously quickly clicked his left teeth. With the blessing of brightly colored spiritual vision, he saw illusory and hazy white bones being thrown out of the air on the floor next to him, forming a
Weird fountain.
Several white bones were gradually intertwined and spliced together into an illusory tall monster under Klein's gaze.
Looking at the giant monster that was made of white bones and nearly four meters tall, Klein instantly felt an unreal feeling in his mind. He could only stare blankly at the "messenger's" eyes flashing with dark flames, dumbly.
think:
"This looks like enough to be a mini-boss in a level..."
After stabilizing his body, the messenger only glanced at Klein, then quickly turned around, shrank himself to normal size, and crawled in front of Azik Eggers. The illusory bones in his body could not help but tremble.
Azik looked at the humble and prostrate messenger at his feet, turned his head indifferently, looked at Klein and smiled:
"This is one of my messengers. You just need to give the letter to him in the future. This will ensure speed and confidentiality."
One...that is to say, you have many other messengers, and this one may not be outstanding...Klein nodded stiffly, feeling that he had underestimated Mr. Azik before.
level, he may have reached the same realm as Deacon Amani who just examined him, a demigod!
Klein nodded slowly, indicating that he had understood how to use it. Then he saw Mr. Azik nodded slightly, and the prostrate messenger trembled, and then quickly disintegrated into illusions.
The hazy white bones burrowed under the floor, making no sound during the entire process.
............
In the evening, Klein dragged his very tired body back to Daffodil Street. He endured the pain in his muscles, fumbled for the key from his pocket, and opened the door with a click.
The maid Bella who heard the sound of the door in the house quickly rushed over with broken steps, took the sinking wood cane from Klein's hand, and after struggling for a few times, stammered:
"Mr. Klein, do you need my help to get you in? Miss Melissa and Mr. Benson are dining in the restaurant now, and they asked to save a dinner for you before."
If I were supported by you and walked into the restaurant, I don't know what Melissa would think. I lied to her before and said that combat training is not tiring at all... Klein reluctantly smiled:
"No, I can do it myself."
Then he suppressed the soreness in his muscles, strode towards the restaurant with stiff steps, and just cursed in his heart:
"Had it not been for the dramatic changes brought about by the 'Joker' potion, it would have been impossible for Teacher Gao Wen to suddenly increase the amount of training today, but this also proves that I can really cope with the real battlefield."
In the dim room, Klein relied on the memory in his mind familiarly. After turning several times, he walked to the restaurant where Melissa and Benson were eating. When he heard the sound of his footsteps, he turned his head to the right and looked at him with concern.
My own Melissa.
She frowned slightly and said softly:
"Klein, does your company always torture people like this?"
I obviously deliberately used the 'Joker' ability to control my movements... Klein opened his mouth a few times, and finally responded with a smile:
"Perhaps this is the price of high salary. Strict work requirements are exchanged for higher salary. I may need another salary increase."
After he was promoted to 'Joker', he would receive a new salary increase. However, because of the somewhat heavy topic today and his performance at the time, he and the captain had forgotten about it. Tomorrow, Klein would make another insinuation.
Ask about relevant matters and choose a suitable time to announce your true salary to Benson and Melissa - of course, before being promoted to 'Joker'.
Alas, the speed at which I confess to Benson and the others will never keep up with the speed at which I can get a raise..., Klein complained silently in his heart.
"Are you going to raise your salary again?"
"Is this because of some danger? You said before that sometimes in order to deal with certain things, even civilians like you need to practice fighting skills." Melissa frowned and asked slowly.
Klein took the dinner left for him from Bella, pulled out his chair, leaned back, and replied casually:
"It's just that I recently discovered some valuable cultural relics for the company, and the salary increase has not yet been decided. This needs to be reported to the senior management through the company, waiting for a reply from the upper management, and only after approval can the salary increase."
"As for combat training, it is just an additional task to strengthen my body. After all, you have also seen that I often work overtime. If I don't have a good and healthy body, I can't even enjoy this salary."
"Oh, everything has a price. High effort, high reward, this is very reasonable." Klein finally said with a slightly teasing tone, with the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
Benson nodded in agreement, glanced at Melissa who seemed to be thinking seriously and Bella who was already far away, lowered his voice and said in a pretended serious tone:
"Klein is right. This is the importance of hard work and knowledge. Of course, hard work alone will not lead to success, otherwise half of the residents in the lower streets will become millionaires."
"As for government officials and noble lords, they pay more. After all, not everyone would give up their cherished rest time."
Because many people don't even have the chance to give up, phew, the familiar Benson-style humor... Klein noticed his sister's expression, smiled in response, turned to look at Melissa and said:
"So you should pursue better education. Knowledge is the most important key to a good life in the future."
"If I can learn more about machinery, I will definitely choose to continue working hard." Melissa lowered her head slightly and whispered.
Klein smiled and nodded, stopped talking, and ate his own portion of dinner. His stomach had already growled several times just now.
............
After dinner, Klein greeted his brother and sister and returned directly to his room on the grounds that he wanted to go to bed early.
He looked out the window at the dark streets, which were deserted. There were only a few street lamps scattered on both sides of the gravel road, emitting a faint light.
brush!
He suddenly closed the curtains to block out the crimson moonlight shining through the window, and instead turned around and lit the gas lamp that came with the room.
He wanted to write a letter to ask Ms. Daly about the details of the church overseer's knowledge of the "acting" nighthawks' oaths to the goddess.
He took out the round-bellied absorbent pen from the drawer, skillfully drew enough ink from the ink bottle, hung the pen tip above the slightly yellowed letter paper, and started writing while thinking.
"Dear Ms. Dai Li, I recently passed the review of the Holy Church and was successfully promoted to the 'Joker' of Sequence Eight."
"Of course, before that, the senior deacon appointed by the temple, Her Excellency Fran Amani, presided over the ceremony of swearing an oath to the goddess for me to ensure that I would not reveal the 'acting method' to other nighthawks.
Content."
"I encountered some strange things during the process of swearing to the goddess. I did not swear directly through the sacred object, but completed the oath through a method similar to ritual magic."
"I want to ask you about the process when you swore to the goddess never to reveal the 'acting method'."
"Because after the deacon left, I talked with the captain. The captain's process of swearing to the goddess seemed to be different from mine. They just felt a huge sense of fear and then completed the oath."
"I hope to use your experience at that time to clear up my doubts."
"A friend who has been helped by you."
After writing the last word, Klein turned his slightly stiff wrist, capped the pen cap, placed it gently aside, picked up the letter he had just written, looked at it carefully, and checked it.
After making sure there were no omissions, I packed it carefully and put it into the envelope that was also taken out of the drawer.
He skillfully sealed the envelope with half a candle, then stood up, took out the silver dagger used to arrange ritual magic, controlled the tip of the dagger to spurt out spirituality, walked around the room, built a spiritual wall, and completely sealed the room.
.
Then, he quickly arranged the ritual for summoning Daly Simone's messenger. After the candle symbolizing himself was lit, he recited in a low voice:
"I!"
Immediately afterwards, he switched to Hermes:
"I call in my name:"
"The wandering and vain spirit, the previous creature driven by people, is the messenger of Daly Simone alone."
Woo!
The sudden change of shadows accompanied by the violent sound of wind broke the previously peaceful atmosphere. Amidst a sound that sounded like crying, the dim yellow candlelight was instantly dyed with a faint blue color.
It suddenly expanded, illuminating the wall covered with elegant wallpaper. A burst of almost transparent ripples rippled out, highlighting a strange face with no eyebrows, no nose, no eyes, and only a thin lip adorning the mouth.
face.
After it "saw" Klein, it worked hard to enlarge its jaws and spit out a bright red tongue. There were five thin fingers on the top of the tongue, which slowly opened and pinched together, as if conveying a message.
some kind of information.
Klein's eyes were dull and silent for two seconds, and then he reacted, carefully avoiding the irregular fangs in the courier's mouth, and handed the envelope to the hand with the tongue on the courier's tongue.
The messenger firmly grasped the envelope and swallowed it directly. Then it became transparent, and its strange figure fluctuated, blending with the color of the background behind it, and disappeared without a trace.
Klein looked at the candlelight that had returned to normal, shook his head, lifted the spiritual wall that blocked his room, and whispered: