Returning to the real world, Klein immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a short letter:
"Investigate the unknown island that caused the deaths of Green, William, and Perri. This can start with Edwards, Benjamin Abraham, and the descendants of the three deceased."
This was a letter to the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette, so Klein did not write the reason, believing that the other party would understand what it meant.
After folding the letter, Klein randomly found a piece of candle and began the summoning ceremony.
After simply completing the preface, he placed the letter on the altar, took two steps back, and whispered in ancient Hermetic language:
"I!
"I call upon my name:
"An invisible creature that roams in the upper realm, a strange spirit that is friendly to humans, and a messenger that belongs exclusively to Bernadette Gustave."
As soon as he finished speaking, Klein's inspiration suddenly touched him, and he instinctively activated his spiritual vision with his consciousness.
But he saw nothing.
Then he discovered that the letter that had been on the altar was missing.
The messenger of the "Mysterious Queen" is very special... Next time, I will use the "Spirit Thread" vision... Klein was stunned for a second and sighed in his heart.
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In the evening, under the illumination of the gas street lamps that were lit one after another, a carriage drove to the junction of the Backlund Bridge area and the East District and stopped by the side of the road.
Wearing a long tweed skirt and a dark cloak, Fors paid the fare which had risen to three soli, got off the cab, and walked slowly along the shadows of the street, preparing to make a big circle to get rid of the imaginary stalker.
After the previous Tarot gathering ended, she quickly overcame her laziness, packed up and went out, visiting her former teachers, classmates and colleagues one by one.
As for the reasons, there is no need to look for them specifically. It is normal to care about friends and acquaintances who have been hit by air raids.
The reason why it wasn't last week was that at that time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the situation in Backlund was still very tense and could be hit by a new round of attacks at any time, so everyone naturally tried not to go out if possible.
Fors had originally prepared a whole set of rhetoric on how to steer the topic towards hospital ghost stories during the visit, but it was never used. Her teachers, classmates, and former colleagues would often take the initiative to talk about this matter after just a few words of small talk, without exception, giving people the illusion that similar situations were occurring in all hospitals.
No, Fors knew this was not an illusion, so she was inexplicably terrified and suspected that she would have a nightmare at night because of it.
There is no need to make any major changes. Just change the ending of the patient's miraculous recovery to one where the patient's physical injuries have healed but his mind has completely gone haywire. This would be a very good horror story. Moreover, it takes place in a city that everyone is familiar with and in a hospital that everyone often comes into contact with and has a terrifying atmosphere. The sense of immersion is simply perfect. I can almost foresee that another best-selling novel is about to be born. I just don't know if I can handle this subject matter...
Well, the only problem is that this story lacks enough emotion... A female patient kissed the face covered with mushrooms and weeds affectionately? This, this is too bizarre... Fors thought as he walked, and unknowingly entered the creative state.
At this moment, her eyes blurred and she saw a figure walking out of the shadows in front of her where the gas street lamp could not reach.
The figure was wearing a black windbreaker and a half-top hat. He had a face with deep lines and stern features. Except for the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, he looked exactly like the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow who roamed the five seas.
Although Fors knew that Mr. World would not hunt her down and was only here to fulfill the contract, she still couldn't help but tense up, as if she was facing the strictest teacher when she was in school.
"Uh, good evening." She slowed down her pace but continued walking and said hello.
Klein nodded without saying anything. He turned around and walked into a secluded alley on the side. The gas street lamp inside had been destroyed and could not emit any light.
After looking at the dark environment, Fors also did not speak. She lowered her head slightly and followed Gehrman Sparrow at a moderate pace.
Arriving at the end of the alley, Klein looked around and said in a low voice:
"Ask your teacher for me if he knows Benjamin Abraham. If he does, I want all his information and all the writings and drawings he left behind."
“Uh… OK, OK.” Fors was waiting nervously for Mr. World to “teleport” her to another place, but she didn’t expect him to mention something else inexplicably, and she almost couldn’t react.
She didn't ask why, but nodded quickly and agreed, as if it was something she couldn't wait to do.
Then, she took a deep breath and continued to wait for Gehrman Sparrow to approach her, grab her shoulders, and start "teleporting".
But after several seconds, nothing happened.
Fors looked up in astonishment, only to see Mr. World still standing in front of him, looking at him.
She then heard the other party speak in a low voice:
“Write it now.”
Write it now... Fors still didn't ask why, and said subconsciously:
"I didn't bring paper, pen, envelope or stamps."
Before she finished her words, the four things were thrown at her.
"..." Fors took the things and walked a few steps outside. Under the light of the gas street lamp and the hard wall at the entrance of the alley, she quickly wrote a letter to her teacher Dorian Grey Abraham.
Klein put his hands in his trouser pockets and waited patiently, without any impatience.
In fact, he had been lurking around Miss Magician for a long time, but he had never shown up.
According to the address provided by Fors, he began to secretly monitor the other party since he left in the afternoon. The monitoring method was to let the secret puppet pray to the "Sea God" Kalvetuwa from time to time, and the main body went above the gray fog and used the prayer light to observe the situation in the area near the "magician".
With the help of "True Vision", Klein can now confirm that Zaratul is not targeting Miss Magician, and contact is safe.
After knowing that Miss Magician had met Zaratul's secret doll, how could Klein be so confident and bold to meet her and take her on a "trip"?
Now, he was sure that Zaratul was attracted by the Abraham family seal or the "Secret Saint" Butis, and the "magician" with a small Sequence 6 was not noticed at all, and was not exposed.
A few minutes later, Fors finished writing, used a sticky herbal powder he carried with him as glue, sealed the opening, and affixed the stamp.
"Now, put it in the mailbox?" Fors glanced at the surface of the envelope with the teacher's address and real name written on it, and asked hesitantly.
She thought that this was something she had to do herself and not leave it to the "world", otherwise it might bring danger to the teacher.
Of course, if Gehrman Sparrow insisted, Fors felt that he had no other options. Even if he tore the letter into pieces and ate it, there was still a chance that he would be hypnotized and possessed by spirits.
Klein nodded imperceptibly:
"Come back here after you cast your vote."
Huh... Fors took a long breath, turned around, trotted to the street, and found the mailbox.
After completing all this and returning to the dark alley, she handed over the pen and the remaining two stamps without waiting for Gehrman Sparrow to speak, and said quickly:
"One is enough."
Klein glanced at Miss Magician, took the stamp and pen, and said calmly:
"This shows that your teacher lives no more than 100 kilometers away from Backlund."
"..." Fors's expression froze.
What's the matter? I also know that your teacher lives in Pritz Harbor, and most likely hasn't moved out yet... As for why I gave you three stamps, of course it was intentional... Klein muttered to himself, took a few steps, and came to the front of Miss Magician.
He then stretched out his left hand, which was covered with a transparent glove, and grabbed the shoulder of the lady opposite him.
The Magician Fors lowered his head unconsciously.
The surrounding blocks of color suddenly became richer, layered together, and countless figures whose specific shapes were difficult to describe quickly appeared.
When the objects and colors he saw returned to normal, Fors raised his head reflexively and was about to say thank you.
However, Gehrman Sparrow was nowhere to be seen!
Fors looked around in a daze and found himself standing in an empty corner. There was a door in front of him, and there was noise and the smell of wine coming from outside.
Fors pulled up his cloak and walked out of the door with a bit of timidity as a stranger. He saw many men dressed as pirates.
They wore short knives on their waists, carried pistols, drank strong liquor, and were discussing with great interest which fleet was stronger between Feysac and Loen. Many women in gorgeous clothes mingled among them, like dancing butterflies.
Wearing a Backlund-style tweed long skirt and a dark cloak, with long, slightly curly brown hair, Fors had a somewhat mature temperament but a timid expression. At this moment, she was like a lamb entering a pack of wolves. She was so uncoordinated and so conspicuous that she quickly attracted one gaze after another.
She felt vaguely familiar with what those people said to her, as if it was a branch of a language she had learned, but she still couldn't understand it in a short time.
Where am I, what am I doing, who are they... While Fors was at a loss, a burly man squeezed over and said in a rather awkward Loenese:
"10 soli for one night!"
…Fors had also been in many extraordinary circles. Although he didn’t know where this place was, he knew very well what he had encountered. The light in his eyes gathered strangely, flashing one after another, and finally stopped at one.
An indescribable majesty emanated from her, causing the people around her to subconsciously avoid her gaze.
This is the "authority" of the "judge" and a qualitative change in the ability of the "arbitrator" in this regard.
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Raging Sea, Theros Island.
Danitz hid in the shadows, carefully and attentively monitoring the intelligence dealer Baz.