In the evening, Klein, who was wearing a long black trench coat, stepped off the iron-framed steps and stepped off the public carriage, hunched his neck, and walked towards No. 2 Daffodil Street.
"It seems to be getting colder and colder recently, and I don't know if there will be heavy snow in winter." Klein stepped on the faded floor tiles, and his shadow was stretched by the dim light of the gas street lamp next to him, dragging a long string on the ground.
disorder.
Just as he was about to take a few steps, take out the brass key from his trouser pocket, and return to the living room to warm up, a huge skeletal hand suddenly stretched out through the faded floor tiles stained with dust, and dropped it.
A very carefully sealed cowhide envelope sealed with wax.
Klein was startled for a moment, and then realized that this was Mr. Azik's messenger, and quickly picked up the thin envelope from the ground.
He looked at the envelope lying in his hand with complicated eyes, twitched the corner of his mouth, and complained unconsciously:
"Do you have to be so secretive every time..."
He compared the gap between himself and Mr. Azik's messenger in his mind, and used the key to open the door with a familiarity, and there was a nameplate with the number 2 on it.
Because he read a lot of information outside Chanis Gate today and checked the red chimney houses in Tingen City again in the afternoon, Klein was unable to catch up with dinner at home today.
He handed his black silver-inlaid cane to the maid Bella, and he couldn't wait to walk into the kitchen where a dinner was still reserved for himself.
Because of Mr. Azik's letter, he did not choose to chat with Benson as usual. Instead, after briefly exchanging a few words, he found a reason to rest and returned to his room on the second floor.
After slamming the door shut, Klein skillfully pulled up the curtains, then raised his right arm, holding a silver dagger in his hand and spraying his spirituality, constructing a spiritual wall that could withstand most influences.
He sat at the desk, opened the paint with a letter opener expectantly, took out the letter in the envelope, and read it by the gas lamp at the head of the table.
"Dear Klein..."
"Some information will be sent to your residence..."
"About 'sacrifice', this is a very dangerous field. You cannot trust any strange existence you may come into contact with during this process. You must also develop your own strong ability to discern. This can ensure that you will not be betrayed by evil gods."
Those who are deceived by the devil will not lose their souls inexplicably."
To put it simply, you need to be vigilant, beware of "telecommunication fraud", and don't believe the other person's lies. Just like online dating in the original world, you can't take the photos sent by the other person as everything, at least you have to be suspicious...
Klein recalled for no reason what happened to his roommate in college. He felt chills all over when he thought of that friend and a big man who had been calling "wife" for half a year.
He hurriedly collected his thoughts, returned his attention to the letter in his hand, and carefully read the highlight below.
"As for the correct process of 'sacrifice', this is an almost fixed ritual. First, you need to arrange a corresponding platform, adjust it according to the hidden existence you want to point to, and use herbs and ores from the opponent's corresponding field.
Pay special attention to his corresponding symbols."
Symbol? Klein was suddenly stunned. He still doesn’t know what his symbol is.
"You don't have to design this yourself, right?" As soon as he had this idea, the strange symbol behind the high-backed chair of "The Fool" suddenly appeared in his mind, half of the "Pupilless Eye" and the "Distortion" "line" combination.
"Is that my symbol? But Miss Justice and their chairs also have similar symbols behind their seats. Isn't this a symbol that symbolizes 'pathway', or is the symbol behind me actually a symbol of gray fog?" Klein He rubbed his forehead, frowned slightly, and whispered the thoughts and speculations in his mind, "I can do divination first. If that symbol is indeed a symbol of gray fog, I can also try it. After all, I can answer prayers." The essence of it is to use the personality of the gray mist to bind it to itself."
The reason I dare to do this is that the "God of Mystery" is probably "dead", and He may really have gone home. After all, according to yesterday's research, if His condition is still normal, I won't even After receiving the prayer...Klein silently let out a long sigh of relief.
He then finished reading the rest of the process, and then looked at the part about "summoning" written by Mr. Azik.
In this regard, Mr. Azik's attitude was still serious and he emphasized that the sequence he was in was too weak and he should not try to summon unknown existences.
Only at the end of the letter, this gentle gentleman's attitude softened, and the wording used in writing was no longer serious, but more easy-going.
"...As for the Qilingos you mentioned, this news helped me figure out some of the abnormalities that have happened around me recently, and the sealed item corresponding to the 'Shepherd' on him has indeed hooked... It aroused my interest, maybe this sequence touched some memories of my past, which may help me recover my memory."
Klein turned the letter over, and after making sure that he had not missed anything, he rubbed his fingers slightly, and the spiritual spark exploded with gas. Gas came from a corner of the letter, and in a few seconds, the entire letter was burned to ashes, and was scattered into the trash in the wind. inside the barrel.
Klein pulled up the chair, left the desk, and walked to a relatively open area. He walked four steps backwards in a familiar manner, passed through the murmurs, and climbed directly above the gray mist.
Surrounded by the everlasting gray fog, he sat on a high-backed chair at the head of a long bronze table. He neatly took off the silver chain wrapped around his left wrist. The citrine pendant hung straight down, accompanied by Gram Ryan's silent thoughts started to change.
He wants to determine whether the strange symbol behind him is a symbol of gray fog. If the result is correct, he will complete the ritual of summoning himself today!
The yellow crystal pendant rotates clockwise without haste, indicating that when Klein played "The Fool", the strange symbol on the high-backed chair behind him was indeed a symbol of gray fog.
Finally... Klein relaxed his body slightly, leaned back slightly, and leaned on the back of the high-backed stone chair.
He finally has one more trump card.
After slowing down for a few seconds, he stood up with strength, preparing to extend his spirituality to wrap himself up, return to the real world, arrange the corresponding rituals, and immediately carry out the ritual of summoning himself.
At this moment, a burst of deep red suddenly flickered above the gray mist, expanding and then contracting, as if to symbolize a person's breathing.
Klein stopped the spread of his spirituality, raised his right hand slightly, controlled his spirituality, and touched the shining crimson star.
With a bang, the light exploded, forming a distorted and blurry picture.
He saw Miss Justice wearing an off-white palace dress, and saw her sitting on a chair in a dark corner, with her hands clasped against her forehead, praying devoutly.
He couldn't help but frown as he listened to the illusory superposition of the sweet girl who looked slightly immature and tight.
Klein thought silently for a while, and then responded.
After hesitating for a while, Klein put the picture of crimson stars into the stars that symbolized the "Hanged Man", and quickly wrapped himself with spirituality, passing through the thick gray filled with terrifying murmurs.
As soon as Wu Wu arrived in the real world, he went to the desk, randomly pulled out a piece of letter paper, and started writing.
"...According to the urgent information I received, the pirate I mentioned to you - Qilingos has sneaked into the party held at Duke Negan's mansion tonight. His purpose is temporarily unknown.
But he used the ability of the 'Shepherd' to change his appearance and disguised himself as a baron named Gramir..."
Klein did not use the envelope, but folded it casually, then rummaged through to find the old copper whistle he had placed on his coat, puffed up his cheeks, and blew loudly.
A huge, terrifying illusory bone messenger emerged from under Klein's floor in an instant. Its huge head was facing Klein, and the pale flames in its eyes were raging.
Klein looked up and down, handed the letter to the courier honestly, and then quickly blew the copper whistle to end the summons.
But he did not stop his actions, and immediately arranged another ceremony that was different from "sacrifice".
"Faced with the reality that I may not be as strong as a "messenger", the best way I can do it is to seize every opportunity to improve myself, and there is only so much I can do regarding Qilingos.
Now." Klein held the spiritual essential oil in his hand with very smooth movements.
............
Azik, who was walking in Backlund University, suddenly stopped and looked at the surrounding air. He raised his right hand under the guidance of his own hunch, and steadily used the letter handed by his own messenger.
Azik looked at the randomly folded letter in his hand, frowned, and started reading at a slow pace.
It wasn't until he finished reading the entire content that his tightened brows relaxed slightly, and a glimmer of light flashed in his brown eyes.
In Backlund University, which was not sparsely populated, Azik used the spirit world shuttle as if there was no one else. The surrounding environment was instantly distorted, and the colors became more vivid, the red ones became redder, and the white ones became whiter.
It's like an abstract painting that has not yet dried.
After a period of coldness, the tall and upright gentleman disappeared silently. A student walking with his head lowered walked straight through where he was standing, and he couldn't help shuddering.
............
Amid the screams of extreme fear all around, Qilingos' thoughts were extremely violent. Then his fingers moved, and the glove on his left palm squirmed wildly, showing a layer of fine dark golden scales, along with his hands.
His eyes changed together, his pupils became pale, and his pupils were like needlepoints.
He was irritable, but he immediately took advantage of the cowardice of these nobles and used "Dragon Power" to intensify their panic.
Those official extraordinary people would definitely not dare to take action in this situation. The consequences of accidentally injuring a noble are not easy!
Qilinges' legs suddenly exerted force, and with the support of the strong wind, he knocked away several banquet members who were running around. He was about to bump into a person who was scared to death. His hair was all white but very thick, and his temperament was gentle and elegant.
old man.
A blue-eyed man in a tuxedo who was chasing Qilingers was suddenly startled and couldn't help shouting:
"Consultant Rambis, be careful!"
The old man seemed to have not heard anything and remained stunned in place, but his cloudy eyes moved slightly.
Qilingos snorted disdainfully, then changed direction and jumped out from a bay window. Then, with the blessing of the strong wind around him, he glided for an endless distance and flew directly out of Duke Negan's mansion.
He landed on the ground and rolled, and in an instant his face changed again, he took off his clothes and started running quickly.
This is a municipal park, one of the busier parks in Backlund that he had surveyed in advance.
As long as he took advantage of the crowds in the park, he could smoothly integrate into Backlund's population of over five million and successfully escape back to the sea.
It's just a pity for that card... Although Qilinges was unwilling, he could only speed up his actions, and finally got rid of his pursuers by the artificial lake.
He was just about to take advantage of the topography of the canal to swim into the Tasoke River, when an invisible barrier suddenly blocked his way, separating him from the water surface so close that he could only see it but not touch it.
His heart moved, and several huge wind blades flew out, but as soon as they touched the barrier, they disappeared silently, as if they were moved to another place without leaving a trace.
Just as Qilinges was about to take other actions, the gloves on his hands were already squirming and changing their image, and the spiritual warning in his mind suddenly sounded.
With his good fighting nerves, Qilingos subconsciously jumped sideways, turned his head slightly, and saw that the place where he was standing just now was being violently scratched by a huge white bone palm, and a ferocious white bone beast was bending.
Squatting there.
He immediately switched the soul bound by "Creeping Hunger", his gloves were suddenly coated with a layer of pure gold, and then he opened his arms as if embracing the sun.
However, the expected blazing beam of light did not appear. Instead, the white-bone monster adjusted the direction of its body, imitating his movements, and also opened its arms.
Hua Hua Hua.
The illusory sound of water suddenly rang in Qilinges's ears. When he heard the sound, he saw that his ankles had been submerged by the dark illusory water waves. Under it, countless souls with numb expressions and withered faces were staring straight at him.
The malice in his eyes almost overflowed.
............
Alger Wilson, who had wasted a lot of time searching for the "Singer of God", suppressed the impulse in his head, and the blood surged by his temples.
He rushed to the artificial lake where violent spiritual fluctuations had just occurred. He stood on a slope and looked down at the open space below.
Without warning, his expression froze, and a trace of panic gradually crept onto this tough guy's face, which was extremely obvious.
Under the small slope, the "Singer of God" was standing with a dark face on the innocent grass that had become deserted, facing a white skeleton that had been randomly spliced together.
There was no sparkle on his body, and the glove on his left hand was missing. Only his head was "intact", and his two shriveled eyes stared blankly ahead, with a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
Qilingos... Alger swallowed hard, then put his right hand on his chest and opened his lips slightly.
But after all, he failed to "praise the storm" as usual. After a while of silence, he walked down the slope expressionlessly and said silently in his heart: