In a municipal park near the Tasok River, Alger, who had dark blue messy semi-long hair, made several turns and hid in the shadows created by several tall sycamore trees, clinging to the cracked, hard tree.
The tree trunk, his right hand climbed up to his chest again, and pressed the necklace under his clothes.
As soon as his fingers spread their spirituality, the thick layer of fallen leaves under his feet began to sway in the wind.
The yellow or red fallen leaves clung to the ground strangely. The wind was obviously strong enough at this time, but they seemed to be pressed down by invisible weights. Only the tips of the leaves were raised upwards, and the withered leaves were blown by the sound of the wind.
It shattered into pieces, spinning and flying into the air.
They were spliced and combined bit by bit, forming a cocoon-like oval in the air, with illusory viscous black liquid flowing out of the gaps, as if it was about to drip to the ground at any time.
Until the viscous black liquid completely covered the surface of the cocoon formed by fallen leaf debris, the strange oval then silently collapsed into a human shape.
As usual, Edmund Jason arrived at Alger Wilson's side in a completely unpredictable manner.
"How does it feel to see the person who is deeply worried about you die tragically?" Edmund asked casually as he looked at the surrounding environment.
Alger tried his best to suppress his rapid breathing, quickly adjusted his condition, and said in a low voice:
"Praise Mr. Fool, thank you for your intervention."
With a hint of a smile, Edmund glanced sideways at Alger, who bowed his head humbly and was very pious, and the smile on his lips became even bigger:
"No, it's not that I got rid of Qilingos. I have no interest in such a small person. He is just like the common people everywhere in Backlund. They are just "nutrients" kept by the gods."
Nutrients... Alger couldn't help but swallow, and his originally slightly curved back curved deeper.
As if Edmund didn't notice Alger's little move, he raised his left hand casually. The surrounding environment suddenly became extremely quiet. His tone was a little more serious, no longer as frivolous as before:
"It was other angels under my command who killed the pirate who called himself 'Vice Admiral Hurricane'. You did a good job this time. Although you still did not receive enough reward because of your background, this is a good start."
Following his own words, Edmund flipped his right hand, and a dark blue "gem" appeared in his hand. The surrounding air slowly rotated around the "gem". Listen carefully, and there seemed to be waves of waves.
The sound rang.
Alger, who secretly raised his head to take a look, was stunned for a moment, unable to utter a single syllable with his slightly open mouth.
"What's wrong, isn't this what you've always wanted?" Edmund's lips were still raised, and his voice was magnetic and charming, "Don't you want it?"
Alger was not dazzled by this sudden "reward". Instead, he quickly calmed down and asked thoughtfully:
"Your Highness Edmund, is this a characteristic of Qilingos?"
Edmund nodded indifferently, and his right hand covered by a luxurious black glove played with the "gem" that exuded a dark blue shimmer.
"Yes, this is a bonus to the information contained in his spirit."
The information in the spirit, that high-level item, may be more important than I thought... Alger followed the hints implicit in Edmund Jason's words and boldly spoke out:
"Your Highness Edmund, I ask you to grant me the characteristics of this 'Wind Blessed One'."
The dark blue "gem" flipped up and down between Edmund's five fingers, and the jet black luxurious gloves reflected the dark blue light. Edmund responded to Alger's question happily:
"Can."
Alger couldn't help but be stunned when he heard these two simple words.
Edmund watched Alger's reaction with satisfaction, and stopped playing with his right hand. The hot breath from his mouth collided with Backlund's coldness, and a white breath came out.
He looked at Alger standing in front of him, manipulated the sudden light spots in the air, dragged out a stream of information, and poured it directly into Alger Wilson's mind.
"This is the potion formula corresponding to the 'Wind Blessed One'. Complete the corresponding role as soon as possible. Qilingos's assassination of Duke Negan of Loen is just the beginning. Many beings can no longer hold it in any longer. This is also your chance.
." Edmund's speech was neither urgent nor slow, as if he had always maintained elegance.
He gently placed the 'Wind Blessed One' characteristic in Alger's hand, and his magnetic voice remained:
"If you can successfully complete your future tasks, it's not impossible for me to provide you with the characteristics of the 'Ocean Singer'. I can even prepare the ritual for you."
Alger, who kept his back lowered, solemnly swore:
"As long as you have faith in Mr. Fool, I will definitely complete your mission."
Wow!
In front of Alger, Edmund Jason's figure in a gorgeous formal suit suddenly collapsed, and a pile of fallen leaf fragments suddenly merged into the red and yellow colors on the ground under the pull of gravity, as if everything just now was an illusion.
There was still silence in the shadow cast by the three sycamore trees. Alger slowly straightened his upper body, holding the attributes of the 'Wind Blessed' tightly in his right hand, without revealing any emotion in his deep blue eyes.
In the silence, he heard a hint of cynical laughter.
............
Just now, because he was worried that Mr. Azik would really pursue Qilingos and cause unnecessary accidents, he had not taken any action. It was only now that he boarded the gray fog and prepared to complete the "call himself" under the guidance of his spiritual intuition.
He turned his head slightly and looked at the crimson stars not far away.
The crimson stars corresponding to the "Hanged Man" expand and contract slightly, emitting an illusory and hazy light.
He immediately spread out his own spirituality and connected with the star that was constantly moving, as if it was breathing.
As soon as his spirituality came into contact with the star, the entire crimson burst suddenly, causing ripples, forming a distorted and blurry picture.
The "Hanged Man" with dark blue to almost black hair and rough facial features was clasping his fingers against his chin and praying devoutly:
"Dear Mr. Fool, thank you for your gift. Qilingos has been killed. I will provide you with enough of Emperor Roselle's diary as soon as possible."
Klein sat on the high-backed chair at the head of the long bronze table, leaning his back slightly, and unconsciously tapping the edge of the long bronze table with his right hand.
It seems that Mr. Azik did not encounter any accidents... Klein closed his eyes and immediately dissipated the scene composed of crimson light.
"I see."
He continued to contact the crimson star symbolizing the "Hanged Man" with his spirituality, and poured his words into it.
After doing all this, he was no longer distracted, but carefully observed the illusory door that had formed above the gray fog.
There is majestic spirituality rushing around this gate, and the ripple-like light patterns are mixed with traces of spirituality, softly stretching out its general shape.
Klein concentrated his energy, controlled his own spirituality, and exerted invisible force on the symbol that was a mixture of "pupilless eye" and "twisted thread" in the center of the door.
Silently, a huge stone seemed to be dropped into the eternal gray mist and the majestic giant palace, and ripples appeared in circles, carrying a lot of spirituality, rushing towards the illusory "fan".
"Gateway of Summoning".
A heavy friction sound suddenly sounded, and the door slowly opened, revealing a gap with a shimmering light.
Behind the gap, countless transparent shadows with indescribable shapes were swimming freely. In the extremely dark and deep world, seven bright and pure brilliance of different colors, containing endless knowledge, covered the "sky".
Seven lights and the spirit world... Klein nodded secretly, and after observing for a while, he took the initiative to plunge into the darkness.
But what he didn't notice was that behind him, on the high-backed chair painted with the symbol of gray fog, a "ghost" wearing a pitch-black robe and a hood was floating there quietly.
He watched in silence as Klein threw himself into the "Summoning Door" and saw that the door was about to collapse and dissipate.
Suddenly, the entire gray fog stopped moving, and the ubiquitous gray-white fog strangely flowed back to where it was a few seconds ago. Dots of bright stars emerged on the important fulcrum of the "Summoning Gate", seeming to strengthen this place.
An illusory door.
The figure in black robe gently raised his hand, and a translucent worm with twelve links and shining like stardust emerged from the gray mist at his hand and threw it into the "Summoning Gate".
Unlike Klein, who had already arrived in the real world and was making various attempts, feeling a little happy in his heart, the bug that "mysteriously" threw into the "Summoning Gate" sank directly into the corresponding spiritual world.
As soon as the weird worm entered the range of the spirit world, all the surrounding spirit world creatures glanced at it, and then lost their sight all at once.
Only one spirit, dragging a huge scythe and also wearing a torn black robe, stopped moving. A small milky white insect emerged from under his hood, twisting its illusory body crazily as if trying to escape.
Gradually, gradually, the milky white illusory insect stopped struggling. Twelve golden links grew on its surface. Stardust with bright light gradually emerged. The illusory body gradually became real, and the milky white became translucent.
He got back under the hood again.
The figure dragging the giant scythe moved its limbs, as if nothing had happened, and once again wandered aimlessly in the boundless spiritual world with no sense of direction.
............
After a while, the spirit-like Klein returned above the gray mist. His figure was sitting at the top of the long bronze table, with an obvious smile still on his face.
He has just successfully tested the possibility of "I Summon Myself", which will be able to do many things that his own sequence cannot do, which is enough to be called his secret trump card.
"Next is the secret notebook..." Klein whispered to himself.
In the previous attempt, he had successfully used his spirit body to bring the notebook with him into the gray mist.
With anxiety and expectation, he once again opened the cover of the notebook with blood on the surface.
In his sight, the previous content still existed, but after that, a blood-red handprint was clearly imprinted on the page. The color was so rich that it seemed like blood would spill out at any time.