In Tingen in early September, the weather has changed from cool to slightly chilly, but the sunshine at three or four in the afternoon still makes people feel warm.

Klein passed through the spiritual wall and the oriel window, floating in the air outside the bedroom, looking down at the pedestrians and carriages coming and going on Daffodil Street.

At this moment, a man in gray-blue working clothes suddenly looked up and looked over.

Klein was startled and wanted to hide on the spot, but he couldn't find a suitable cover.

After turning around and seeing that there was no other way, he tried to get back home, but out of the corner of his eye he saw that the man's gaze was only sweeping across the second-floor window, always following the movement of a sparrow, and was finally unfortunately thrown off.

In the urban area of ​​Tingen, you can occasionally see birds.

Huh... I forgot that ordinary people can't see me at all... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had not yet fully adapted to his current situation.

Feeling confident, he lowered his flying altitude and approached a fairly wide street, floating above the heads of passers-by.

As the distance shortened, Klein immediately discovered that his "vision" was roughly equivalent to clairvoyance. He did not need to activate it any more, but it was limited in range.

In addition to the aura and emotional colors, he also vaguely sensed the existence of the soul of each passerby, which was hazy, illusory and transparent.

In my current state, I seem to be able to directly penetrate the body and attack the soul... Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He circled once, ready to test his maximum speed, and flew as fast as he could towards Iron Cross Street.

Not long after, he stopped and returned to the outside of the apartment where he originally lived.

It should be about the speed of an ordinary car in my previous life, the kind that normally runs on the highway... It's a pity that I can't enter and exit the spirit world freely, otherwise it would be perfect... However, if I get lost in the spirit world, the consequences are said to be very serious... Klein had just finished his self-assessment when he felt his mood become low, gloomy, and indescribably depressed.

He looked around and saw that the place was shrouded in a dark color that normal people could not see and the sunlight could not dispel. The remaining emotions of numbness, despair, pain, etc. were layered on top of each other, as if they were real.

"Just like what I experienced with inspiration after I was promoted to 'Fortune Teller' last time, the middle and lower streets of Iron Cross Street have never changed... I don't know how many years it took to accumulate such depression and gloom..." Klein sighed as he thought of what happened before and flew to the third floor.

Here, he finally felt the sunshine and got rid of his depressed mood.

Klein flew along the lower street and from time to time saw residents with tattered clothes, numb expressions, and malnutrition. He even encountered two cases of normal deaths, both of which were caused by long-term hunger, poor health, and sudden illness.

There was no telling how many people died in agony here every month. However, bankrupt farmers and former slaves flocking from the southern continent would soon fill their places... Klein exhaled silently, changed direction, and flew towards the southern area.

That is the industrial area of ​​Tingen City, where steel mills, white lead factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal production factories, machinery manufacturing factories, etc. are all next to each other.

As he flew, Klein saw the towering chimney-style iron furnace, the diffuse dust, and the thick grayness that was only slightly better than the lower street.

The place is filled with emotions such as fatigue, pain, pessimism, and numbness, and workers in their thirties are in the minority.

Just as Klein was about to lower his altitude and take a closer look at the area, he suddenly felt weak, weak from the inside out.

“My spirituality can no longer sustain this state…” Klein was shocked. He first hurried back home, but then he thought of a better possibility.

I was "summoned" out, and when the "summoning" ends, I will naturally return! He calmed his mind and carefully sensed his own state and the surrounding environment. Not surprisingly, he found that a place that seemed infinitely high and infinitely close had a subtle connection with him.

Following this connection, Klein tightly wrapped the "Yangyan Talisman" and gave a strong intention to end the "summoning".

A huge and terrifying suction force came, and his transparent and almost invisible figure leaped and disappeared into the material world.

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Endless gray fog filled the air in silence, and the illusory, still crimson stars were not twinkling. Klein once again appeared in the towering palace that looked like a giant's residence, sitting at the head of an ancient, mottled bronze table.

This is the whole process... and... Klein looked at his own spirit body with surprise, only to see a warm and pure thin gold sheet wrapped inside.

"Yangyan Charm!"

I really brought real matter into the gray fog by "summoning" myself! He took out the talisman with an unconcealed smile, playing with it repeatedly to confirm that it was not a virtual product.

Klein stood up and took a few steps with great confidence, thinking with anticipation:

"Sure enough, materials and items can also enter this mysterious space!"

"As long as we can find the right way!"

"However, this method is more complicated and requires some turnover to achieve the goal. Moreover, being 'summoned' by members all the time will damage the image of 'The Fool'. Only I can use it. Or, after learning more, I can design a spell to summon 'The Fool's followers' but also point to me..."

"...Am I born a laborer? Why does the spell have to be directed at myself? When the time comes, I can create a 'follower' that is similar to a messenger but more special, and let it receive and give materials..."

Klein's thoughts were full of ideas, one after another, but due to his limited strength and knowledge level, he could not realize them for the time being.

The weakness became more severe. Klein didn't dare to stay any longer. He wrapped himself in spirituality and simulated the feeling of falling into the gray fog.

In a blink of an eye, he returned to the bedroom and saw the bright sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains.

He examined himself and confirmed that the "Yangyan Talisman" had not been brought out and was left on the gray fog.

"Let me have a good rest, then repeat the previous summoning ritual in the early morning and bring the 'Yangyan Talisman' back to the real world... Oh, if only the state just now could be maintained for a little longer, then I could check the houses with red chimneys more quickly. Unfortunately, it's not possible at the moment. I just flew for a while and checked a few houses. I'm afraid I have to return to the gray fog and rest for half a day. The efficiency is also low." Klein walked to the desk and extinguished the quietly burning candle.

After packing up his belongings, he did not immediately remove the spiritual wall. Instead, he sat down, took out a pen and paper, and began to write a letter to Mr. Azik!

After writing the title “Dear Sir” and pondering for a few minutes, Klein wrote:

"...I recently received intelligence that one of the seven pirate generals, Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilingos, had infiltrated Backlund. He was carrying a magical item called 'Creeping Hunger', which could provide abilities similar to 'Shepherds'. 'Shepherds' are Sequence 5 Beyonders who devour and enslave different souls and gain a corresponding ability. It is said that the number of souls they can herd at the same time is limited, but they can be replaced..."

"...Qilingus has many extraordinary abilities. I don't know what he wants to do in Backlund... Intelligence shows that this may involve a very important and magical item, enough to make Qilingus a high-sequence strongman, or an item comparable to a high-sequence strongman..."

Klein used a fictitious intelligence source to roughly describe the matter of Qilingos. Anyway, he believed that Mr. Azik would not go to a person at the level of a Nighthawk Captain to verify the matter.

Here, he did not directly ask for help, but casually mentioned it to ask the other party to be careful.

Regardless of whether Mr. Azik will help later, it won't be wrong to lay the groundwork first! If that day really comes, it won't seem abrupt! Klein exhaled slowly and began to write the main content of the letter:

"The mastermind behind this has not taken any further action. I still haven't found any relevant clues."

"I contacted you rashly because I wanted to ask you about the knowledge of the 'sacrifice ceremony'. I encountered something similar during a recent mission..."

With the description of the "sun" and Mr. Azik's answer for comparison... I should be able to try the "sacrifice ceremony", and the reverse is "granting"... This will be more suitable for the exchange of materials and items than the ritual of "summoning" yourself... Well, I hope Mr. Azik remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down the pen, and did not sign his name.

There was only one copper whistle, and he was sure that Mr. Azik would not make a mistake in the sender.

Therefore, Klein was cautious and did not leave his name.

After folding the letter and looking at the three-meter-high ceiling, he picked up the copper whistle from the ceiling with a little hesitation.

Just right, let it squat and receive the letter! Klein emphasized this in his mind, raised his right hand, put the whistle to his mouth, puffed up his cheeks, and blew hard.

The copper whistle made no sound, but Klein keenly sensed that the surroundings had instantly become chilly.

He opened his spiritual vision and saw that above the desk, one after another, white bones with a hazy luster were gushing out like fountains, rising higher and higher.

These bones quickly gathered into an illusory and huge monster. Its head drilled into the spiritual wall and stretched to an unknown place.

Looking at the skeletal thighs and body in front of him, the drooping arms, and the open right palm, Klein curled his lips and threw the folded letter upwards.

The giant bony palm swept across and firmly grasped the letter.

At this time, Klein picked up the whistle again without hesitation and blew it.

The monster disintegrated instantly, turning into white bones that fell onto the desk, then drilled into the desk and disappeared.

After doing all this, Klein removed the spiritual wall, staggered to the coat rack in the sudden wind, and put the copper whistle back to its original place.

Then he quickly ran to the bed and fell headfirst.

As soon as his body touched the soft bed, he fell asleep.