Klein returned to reality. He was still sitting in the same posture as when he boarded the gray fog at 2:50, sitting upright at the desk in his room.
He did not immediately practice what he had wanted to try from a long time ago, the ritual of summoning himself - this was essentially a further use of the gray mist personality.
Because he is still unable to determine the final direction of this ritual. If this ritual finally points to the mysterious "God of Mystery", then even he himself cannot be sure of what it is that will be summoned in the end.
I need to ask Mr. Azik about summoning-related knowledge and try to eliminate possible hidden dangers... Klein quickly made a decision in his mind and prepared to take out a pen and paper.
"Perhaps I can include something about Qilingos..." Klein, who was spreading the letter and muttering to himself, suddenly froze, and his brown pupils dilated slightly.
He suddenly remembered something he had forgotten, the letter he received on the carriage that night from Ms. Daly.
"That's a letter about the details of the temple's review process for Nighthawk members who know the 'acting method', and a letter about the specific process of swearing to the goddess." Klein slowly said the relevant information that he suddenly remembered.
The content of the letter made me a little confused for a moment.
How could I forget something so important?
He sat on a chair and carefully recalled his experience that day, as well as all possible abnormalities.
I was first attacked by Daxter when I was in contact with him, and then I went to the lunatic asylum with the captain to determine the status of Hood Organ. As a result, I happened to bump into his reverse scale and directly suffered damage from the pollution of the true creator.
Finally, I received the letter from Ms. Daly on the carriage to the police station.
Is it because my fatigue has accumulated to a certain extent that I forgot about this letter that may contain a lot of information in my unconscious mind? Klein relied on the memory that gradually became clearer in his mind, and from the inside of the coat that he had not yet repaired,
I touched the letter that I had forgotten.
He carefully inspected the surface of the envelope and found no suspicious traces. He carefully picked up the letter opener on the table and cut through the dark red paint.
There was only a reply written on standard letter paper in the envelope. Klein quickly unfolded it and started reading it immediately.
"I am very happy to hear the news of your promotion, and I would like to express my gratitude for your noble behavior of sharing the 'acting method' with your teammates. This will help the friends of Tingen and help them avoid being like Old Neil as much as possible.
The ending.”
In the letter, Dai Li changed her usual style. Her language was no longer too open, but rather conservative, just like a real thank-you letter.
After a while of pleasantries, Dai Li seemed to gradually break the conservatism brought about by the serious form of letters, and began to share with Klein some details of his oath to the goddess.
"The senior deacon who was responsible for the review of my 'Special Application' at the time was Crested Sesima. He was a senior 'Nightmare'. Although he had not yet entered the realm of demigods, he had received a
With the recognition of the holy relics, he also became a senior deacon in charge of the 'Red Gloves'."
"Actually, from a personal point of view, I think this is also related to the fact that he has overcome most of the 'nightmares'. After all, he is very decisive and sensitive enough. Once he notices it, he will not let go. He is not like his colleagues who are obsessed by dreams.
I'm so sleepy that I procrastinate on everything I do, and I don't even dare to take safety measures."
This is the familiar Ms. Dai Li... A smile appeared on Klein's lips and he moved his gaze downwards.
"As for the details of my oath to the goddess, there is actually no special experience worth explaining. I just followed Crestel's instructions, put my hand on the sacred object he was holding, and then recited it like usual prayers.
The honorable name of the goddess, under the gaze of the sacred object, declares that I will not reveal the 'acting method' to the uninformed, that's all."
Holy object... The corners of Klein's raised mouth were quickly smoothed away, and his brows were tightly knitted together, with a few marks squeezed out of the skin near his eyes.
Why did I 'swear' in a ceremony controlled by Ms. Amani, a demigod? No, if you think about it carefully, I actually didn't swear an oath at all. Instead, I saw the goddess' kingdom.
Klein's hands couldn't stop exerting force, even leaving irrecoverable marks on the letter paper. His brain was spinning rapidly, recalling the reasons why he received such "courtesy".
"Gray mist? No, if the church really notices that I have come into contact with an 'item' comparable to the realm of gods, then the most likely thing is to get rid of me or lock me in Chanis Gate."
"Traveler, this is even more impossible. This is a secret deep in my heart, and I happen to be able to stay awake in my dreams. I can be sure that no one has read my memory."
"But apart from this, the only thing left is Antigonus's notes? I have had brief contact with it. Does the church suspect that there is still some pollution left by him hidden in my body?"
"But why do you attach so much importance to it? I was just a small Sequence Nine at that time..."
Klein relaxed his hands, and the nearly torn piece of letter paper fell from the air in a swirl and scattered on the table, covering it in a mess.
"Perhaps, maybe it's because of the church's focus on the 'divineer' path, a contaminated 'divineer'. This is the real reason why the church used a special way to examine me." Klein raised his head slightly,
murmured to himself.
In any case, he should have entered the goddess's sight now, which is both a good thing and a bad thing for him.
The good thing is that under the protection of the goddess, he may be able to avoid the influence of the "God of Mystery" on himself to a certain extent, and more likely, the possible intrusion from the angels of the "God of Mystery".
The disadvantage is also obvious, that is, everything he does now has been monitored by the goddess, and even his connection with Gray Mist has been exposed. However, he has not been imprisoned in Chanis Gate yet.
Can it prove the goddess’s attitude, connivance, and acquiescence?
"But the church doesn't seem to know about this. Even Ms. Amani, who is in charge of the ceremony, doesn't seem to know about the existence of gray mist." Klein slowly rubbed his forehead and fell into it again.
In another thought circle, "The goddess and the church are not the same?"
For a "modern person" with experience in the 21st century, this is not difficult to understand. After all, in the history he has experienced and understood, it is normal for the highest rulers and lower-level executive agencies to have different attitudes in some hidden aspects.
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Klein pursed his lips, slapped his cheeks fiercely, and his twisted brows softened slightly.
"Forget it, I am just a little 'clown' now, a Sequence Eight who is extremely weak. I think these things are of no use. It is better to do the things in front of me first and improve my strength first."
He tried to convince himself to "forget" his troubles, rubbed his fingers, ignited a spiritual flame, burned the letters sent to him by Ms. Dai Li, and then took out a brand new set of letter paper and envelopes.
He planned to write a letter to Mr. Azik first, asking about sacrifices, gifts, and expected knowledge about summons. By the way, he would also add some information about Qilingos to see if he could arouse the interest of the "big man"
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He checked the status of the spiritual wall, and after confirming that it could still block outside prying eyes, he returned to his desk and slowly wrote the title "Dear Sir".
Looking at this look, Klein thought about it for a few more minutes. After he calmed down and sorted out the thoughts in his mind, he wrote:
"...Unfortunately, the man behind the scenes has not taken any further action, and I cannot obtain any more clues."
"The reason why I contacted you rashly this time is mainly to ask you for knowledge about the 'Sacrifice Ceremony'. This is a problem I encountered in my latest mission, because there are certain access restrictions on the internal information of Nighthawks.
, so I had to look for relevant knowledge from other channels..."
Klein paused and recalled the process of the "sacrifice ceremony" described by "The Sun" in the Tarot meeting just now. He decided not to say more and could only hope that Mr. Azik had recalled it.
Relevant knowledge is enough to complete the details that "sun" may be mentioned.
After writing the content about "sacrifice", Klein slowly exhaled and tried to lead the topic to the content related to the summoning ceremony as reasonably as possible. Of course, he would not directly say "I want to summon myself" for fear of scaring him.
As for Mr. Azik, he could only throw the "pot" at the unknown cultist.
"Actually, in my recent mission, I came into contact with some knowledge related to summoning, but it is difficult for me to judge whether this knowledge is correct or whether it contains hidden pollution. The following is the knowledge I gained about 'summoning'...
..”
Klein very carefully copied all the knowledge he knew about the "Summoning Ceremony" into the letter he wrote to Mr. Azik.
After he finished writing the last relevant character, he thought for a while and mentioned the information about Lieutenant General Hurricane Chillingas to Mr. Azik as a reminder.
He did not directly ask his teacher to help kill Qilingos, but seemed to mention it casually, just telling the other party to be careful, and only mentioned the description of its danger at the end.
"Qilinges' strength mainly relies on a sealed artifact called 'Creep Hunger'. This is a terrifying sealed artifact that corresponds to the 'Shepherd' sequence ability. It can devour the souls of others and use their abilities during their lifetimes.
Ability, although according to what the intelligence shows, the number of souls that Qilingos can control is limited, but the specific number cannot be determined."
"Further information shows that there is an extremely mysterious organization lurking behind Qilingos. He is pursuing an item corresponding to a 'high sequence', which may be beneficial to the recovery of your memory."
This is called a white lie... Klein took a long breath and carefully read the letter he wrote. After confirming that it was correct, he put it in an envelope and carefully sealed it with melted wax from a candle.
He did not use fire paint that could be traced to the source, but directly roughened a piece of it. Anyway, Mr. Azik only had one copper whistle, so there was no problem of confusing the sender.
He pulled out the chair, held the envelope in his hand, walked to the middle of the room, took out the cold, soft copper whistle from his pocket, put it to the corner of his mouth, and blew hard.
Silently, a coldness quickly took over Klein's bedroom, and illusory white bones glowing with hazy light poured out from the brown floor like a fountain, rising higher and higher.
Oops, I forgot the size of Mr. Azik's messenger... Klein's heart tightened, and he immediately became worried about the safety of his room.
I saw those white bones quickly gathering into an illusory and huge monster. He lowered his body, bent his back, and stared straight at the letter in Klein's hand with pale flames burning in his huge eye sockets.
Klein's mouth twitched, and he tentatively raised his right hand holding the letter, handing it to the terrifying-looking monster in front of him.
The bone monster retreated slightly, raised its hanging arm quickly, and took away the letter in Klein's hand with a sweep of its huge palm.
Klein looked at his movements and wanted to take two steps back. Without hesitation, he picked up the copper whistle again and blew it.
Woo!
Along with the cold wind, the huge monster disintegrated and turned into white bones, falling back to the brown floor and quickly disappearing.
After doing all this, Klein finally let go of his hanging heart, and relied on his last effort to remove the spiritual wall that blocked his room.
As the entire invisible wall collapsed, a rare warm breeze from the window blew into Klein's bedroom, dispelling the coldness that had just swept the entire room.
With staggering steps, he fell towards his bed, and fell asleep silently under the embrace of the soft quilt.
............
Amidst the sound of the collision of steel, Derrick walked to the edge of the training ground alone, pulled out the stopper of the water bag, and took large gulps to replenish the water lost in his body.
In the commotion, Dark Riggins, who originally belonged to the same "general courses class" as Derrick, found his classmate who looked very lonely. He informed his companions and gathered around with the weapon in his hand.
passed.
"Hey, what are you doing? Stay alone." Like most residents of Silver City, Dark Riggins, who is on the 'Warrior' path and is over 1.9 meters tall, sat next to Derrick with a smile.
asked.
Derrick wiped the sweat from his hands and responded innocently:
"There are not many friends here."
An expression of surprise and sympathy suddenly appeared on Dak's face. He wanted to pat the other person's shoulder, but then he remembered that Derrick had just lost his parents and could only sit silently in the corner of the training ground.
Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he took out a piece of pottery from his pocket, patted Derrick's knee, and handed it to him.
"Look at this!"
Derrick took the pottery piece handed over by his classmate and saw the colorful pattern of three giant dragons on it.
"What is this?" Derrick asked his question without thinking.
Seeing that he had aroused Derrick's interest, Dark smiled mysteriously:
"Bought from the underground market, hey, a small object found in the ruins of a city-state. I heard the boss who sold it to me said that this is a real antiquities from the dragon civilization!"