In a two-bedroom rental house in the East District.

Klein took the reply from the witch Triss from the messenger, Miss Renette Tinicole, pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to read.

This is knowing the existence of Mr. Door, and having a way to communicate with him through the blood connection of the Abraham family... Is Triss able to withstand Mr. Door's call for help, and is not afraid of losing control? Moreover, she seems to be very sure of Mr. Door's identity... She really has gained more knowledge and secrets from the "Original Witch"... But if this is the case, why is the "White Witch" Katarina hunting her? Klein looked at the short content of the letter, and questions emerged in his mind one after another.

Because the things that Triss vaguely mentioned were within his knowledge, he believed that the other party did not lie in this regard and did provide a very feasible solution.

Of course, the prerequisite for this method to succeed is to master the correct rituals, have the corresponding things of the descendants of Abraham's bloodline as a medium, and be willing to take great risks.

Of these three points, Klein lacked the first one and had considerable doubts about the third one. He tried to find a safer and more concealed way to conceal himself, while the witch Triss seemed to only lack the second one.

"For me, the descendants of the Abraham family are easy to find. I can contact them directly through Miss Magician. However, once their hair, blood, flesh, and bones are given to the witch Triss, they will be at risk of being cursed..." Klein is quite familiar with the "witches" and knows that they are very good at cursing.

As his thoughts raced, he gradually came up with a plan, which was to use the hair, rotten flesh or bones of the deceased.

He remembered that Miss Magician had mentioned to Fool that she had once buried an old man named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of Abraham's family.

"I hope it's not cremated... Although this is somewhat blasphemous to the body, talking to Mr. 'Gate' is also a necessary procedure to lift the ancient curse of the Abraham family. It is better to use the dead than to implicate the living... When the time comes, add this to the reply to Triss, pretending to be a descendant of the Abraham family to provide a ritual medium...

"Also, we must first confirm that Triss wants to talk to Mr. Door, rather than trying to pull Him back to the real world... They are either high-ranking themselves or are involved in high-ranking matters. It is difficult to obtain effective revelations through divination, but the Emperor said that the return ceremony required by Mr. Door is very complicated, and it is definitely not something that can be arranged with a small number of items from bloodline descendants. We can ask the Mysterious Queen and Miss Sharon to monitor the Backlund underground trading market to see if there is any abnormal flow of materials and personnel..." Klein nodded slightly and decided to go find Miss Magician later and urge her to submit her manuscript.

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North District, Pacefield Street.

On a sidewalk bench, a young man wearing a black windbreaker, a silk hat, with a thin face and a broad forehead was sitting there, staring in a daze at the Intis sycamore tree with its yellow leaves falling.

He wore a crystal monocle on his right eye, which made him look quite gentle.

At this time, an old man on his way to St. Samuel Church passed by. Seeing that he was not in a good state, he stopped and asked softly:

"Young man, what are you worried about? About the things lost in this war?"

He suspected that the other party's relatives, lovers, or friends had died in previous air raids or were killed in fierce fighting on the front line, so they were sitting on the street with confused expressions.

The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle, then sighed and shook his head:

"I'm just thinking about some more complicated issues."

"Are you a philosopher?" the old man was stunned for a moment and asked.

"No, but I often ask people philosophical questions, like who I am, where I am, and where I am going." The young man smiled calmly and continued his meditation, moving his lips from time to time and whispering almost silently.

The old man found it hard to understand, so he shook his head and walked away slowly under the gaze of wild dogs on the roadside, sparrows on the trees, ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.

The young man did not turn his head. His monocle showed the falling yellow leaves, and he muttered to himself:

“Parasitic…” “Not parasitic…” “Parasitic…” “Not parasitic…”

"Look at the bait..." "Take the bait..." "Look at the bait..." "Take the bait..."

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After receiving the hair of Lawrence's remains from the "Magician" Fors and seeing that the Tussock Newspaper had begun serializing the horror legend of Backlund Hospital, Klein began to wait patiently and promised to send the "Magician" to a new place next week to record new scenery and customs.

In the blink of an eye, a new week arrived. After lunch, Klein planned to take a nap and prepare for the tarot meeting at three o'clock.

At this moment, Renette Tinicole walked out from the depths of the void, carrying four blond, red-eyed heads, one of which was biting a linen bundle.

"Who sent it?" Klein suddenly had some inexplicable, complicated premonitions, and for a moment he did not reach out to take the bundle that the messenger was holding.

The three idle heads of Renette Tinicole spoke one after another:

"Mutation..." "Of..." "Real..."

"Of..." "Mushroom..." "King..."

This series of modifiers... I roughly understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself from showing a grin and slowly took the bundle.

When he opened the bundle, as expected, he saw a large number of various devils, no, mushrooms.

Some are pure white and plump, as if they would spurt out milk if poked; some are black with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns; some are covered with golden stars, and their caps are as big as a palm...

At this time, these mushrooms were still wriggling slightly, as if trying to spread their mycelium, spores, etc.

Klein swallowed his saliva, picked up the letter surrounded by mushrooms, and began to read:

"My dear friend Hermann,

"I have finally completed your request and invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark and harsh environments. They grow and reproduce by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters, and do not require any other conditions...

"Their offspring are divided into two categories. One category will accumulate various toxins and cannot be eaten, but can be used as a source of toxins. The other category can be used as food as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried, or deep-fried at high temperatures. You must remember that you cannot eat it raw or when it is not cooked, otherwise it will reproduce in your body and use your flesh and blood as a breeding ground...

"Taking into account the taste, I invented eleven kinds of mushrooms - some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, some are like beef, haha, no extra oil is needed when frying them, some are delicate like fish, but without thorns, my suggestion is to roast or boil them...

"All of these achievements are inseparable from your help. If I had not been promoted to 'Druid', it might have taken me several years, or even more than ten years, to solve the various problems encountered in the experiment...

"If you have any other ideas that would be suitable for me, please share them with me. Your eternal friend, Frank Lee."

Klein held the letter in silence for a long time. He looked up and found that the messenger was still waiting.

…He sighed silently, walked to the desk, took out a piece of paper and a pen, and wrote slowly:

"...I am glad you succeeded. These mushrooms helped me a lot. They will be effective in reducing famine in certain areas...

"…I am currently busy with some things and don't have any new ideas for the time being…

"...your friend, Gehrman Sparrow..."

After folding the letter, Klein looked at the messenger and asked hesitantly:

"How is Frank Lee doing now?"

The head of Renette Tinicole that had not spoken before spoke first:

"Excited..."

The other three added in turn:

"Active..." "Happy..." "Satisfied..."

Then the four heads said:

"No longer..." "Afraid..." "Buried..." "In the soil..."

"Why?" Klein asked subconsciously.

The four blond, red-eyed heads held by Renette Tinicole spoke out word by word:

“He…” “can…” “draw…” “from the soil…”

“Of…” “Nutrients…” “And…” “Oxygen…”

Frank had indeed evolved significantly after becoming a "druid"... Klein didn't know whether to be happy for his friend or to mourn for the crew of the "Future".

After watching the messenger leave, Klein used meditation to force himself to fall asleep. He then woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon to prepare for this week's Tarot gathering.

At three o'clock, deep red rays of light rose from the ancient palace above the gray fog and solidified into corresponding human figures.

Audrey, the Justice, immediately stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed to the head of the bronze table:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"

As a senior "psychologist", she has a strong ability to regulate her mood, and nothing happened this week. She was mainly raising donations, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer medical staff.

However, compared with the past, the light-hearted joy that came with her greetings was obviously much weaker.

Klein the Fool nodded slightly, responding to the greetings from the Tarot Club members, and then turned his gaze to the Hermit.

He still owed the woman eight questions.

Cattleya, the Hermit, lowered her head and spoke with a perfect attitude:

"Dear Mr. Fool, I have two questions this time."

After getting approval, she continued:

"The first question is, what is the current status of the demons in the 'Abyss'?"

The "Mysterious Queen" first suspected that the Emperor's mausoleum was hidden in the "Abyss"... This is consistent with the Emperor's thinking, worthy of being his biological child... It's a pity that there are no "people" to command there... Klein the Fool muttered to himself and responded without changing his expression:

"The current 'Abyss' is so inhospitable that even most demons cannot survive."

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