In the alley where few people walked, the environment became increasingly dark, and cold wind blew past. Although it was not like a blade that could scratch a person's face, it seemed to have magic, slowly and firmly penetrating into the clothes.

Klein, who had transformed into Gehrman Sparrow, raised his hand and pressed the hat on his head. He saw Miss Magician, wearing a dark scarf and a thick woolen coat, carrying a heavy-looking suitcase, and walked into the alley with great caution.

——In the Kingdom of Loen, influenced by the Church of Evernight, many clothes that were considered to belong only to men now have women's versions. Just like in Intis, upper-class ladies often ride sideways on horses with special saddles, but not in Loen. Ladies have their own knight clothes.

Klein pulled his left hand, which was wearing the Creeping Hunger, out of his pocket and stretched out his five fingers.

“Are you ready to save your manuscript?”

Fors suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in from his neck, and he shrank subconsciously and said:

“It will last at least two weeks.

"I have already handed it over to the editor of the newspaper."

Without waiting for Gehrman Sparrow to ask again, she added:

"I have brought pen, ink, and manuscript paper."

Klein nodded slightly, took two steps forward, and reached out to grab Miss Magician's shoulder.

Fors immediately focused her mind, and an illusory, slowly turning book appeared in her eyes.

The environment around her immediately became richly colored, the red became redder, the black became blacker, the brown became browner, and they were layered on top of each other, giving a psychedelic feeling.

Fors had completely adapted to this state and successfully "recorded" this "trip". He carefully observed the scenery along the "journey" and "imprinted" the bizarre and difficult-to-accurately-describe spiritual creatures in his mind.

After a few breaths, her eyes went dark and she felt a coldness she had never experienced before. Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Fors instinctively used magic to illuminate the environment. Looking around, he found himself in a wooden house. The "world" Gehrman Sparrow had disappeared without a trace.

What kind of place is this... Fors looked towards the window, only to see something thickly pressed there, with no light being able to shine in.

This made her even more confused, so she walked to the door, stretched out her right hand, and pulled the door back.

Amid the creaking sounds, she saw white snow, which had accumulated to the point of blocking the exit.

"..." Fors was stunned, and recalled Gehrman Sparrow's previous reminder:

"Keep warm..."

In just a minute or two, Klein had already taken a tour of the sea, appeased his "creeping hunger" with the prey he had already picked, and returned to Backlund's rental house, waiting for the "mysterious queen" Bernadette and Miss Sharon to collect information about the abnormal situation.

In fact, with Klein's style, he would have personally handled this matter and conducted additional investigations at the same time to confirm to the greatest extent possible that the witch Triss had no plans to help Mr. "Door" escape. However, considering that Zaratul was already in Backlund, he was cautious and gave up the idea of ​​going out for a stroll.

Under the influence of the Beyonder Characteristics Aggregation Law, he felt that if he ran around in Backlund, he would sooner or later run into Zaratul or even Amon.

Hey, I had already thought of how to disguise myself. I could buy a bicycle, get a uniform, and ride around different neighborhoods as a postman... This would be the least likely to arouse suspicion... Klein drank a sip of the "Gulu Tree Juice" he brought back from the sea, leaned back in his chair, and let the secret puppets Enuni and Qiunas massage his shoulders and legs respectively.

…………

"The Land Forsaken by God", in the town camp in the afternoon.

After Derrick Berg opened his eyes, he immediately stood up, opened the door, walked around the campfire, and came to the chief's room.

He suppressed his inner excitement, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the thick wooden door.

"Come in." Amid the sound of knocking, knocking, knocking, Colin Iliad's deep voice was heard.

Derrick turned the handle and pushed the door open. He cast his eyes towards the "Demon Hunter" Colin, who had gray hair and old scars on his face, and blurted out:

"Your Excellency the Chief, I found some strange mushrooms, they are edible!"

Colin Iliad was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly:

"mushroom?"

Hearing the doubt in the Chief's words, Derrick instantly recalled a kind of mushroom he had seen before:

It came from the abandoned temple of the "Fallen Creator". It looked particularly bright and appetizing, but was extremely dangerous in nature.

His mood immediately calmed down a lot, and he said "hmm" and nodded:

"Yes, mushrooms. Different species of mushrooms. They can devour the flesh and blood of monsters to grow and reproduce..."

Derrick described in detail the unique features of the mushrooms and carefully explained what milk, beef, fish, and flour were.

Finally, he stressed that mushrooms must be fully cooked before eating, and that care must be taken to identify species that are rich in toxicity.

Colin Iliad listened quietly without any emotional fluctuations. He thought for a moment and said:

"Are there any other dangers in them, or in other words, what should we pay attention to?"

“Uh…” Derrick’s face suddenly turned red. “I’ll go study it again.”

After saying this, without waiting for the chief to speak, he turned around, opened the door, and ran out.

Returning to his room, he took a breath, sat down, and began to pray to Mr. Fool, asking Him to convey the question to Mr. World.

Above the gray fog, Klein sat on the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool. He tapped the armrest with his index finger and muttered to himself silently:

“What else is dangerous?

"Although Frank's imagination, action, and creativity make me feel a little scared, he is only a Sequence 5 Druid after all. No matter how dangerous the mushrooms he creates are, how dangerous can they be? With Silver City's years of experience in exploring in the dark, he can easily deal with those mushrooms.

"The terrifying changes in the God War Ruins, such as the Future producing milk and the pirates growing watermelons on their heads, are because the breath and power of the Earth Mother Goddess remain in that area. The real 'murderer' is the gods, not Frank...

"Hiss, if the creation of the 'Forsaken Land of the Gods' is related to the fall of the 'Ancient Sun God' due to betrayal, then the forces left behind in the great war at that time would definitely not be just the forces of 'Night', 'Secret', 'Depravity', and 'Storm'. Perhaps some areas there are influenced by the 'Sun' and 'Earth'...

"this……"

Klein thought for a while, then manifested the "world" Gehrman Sparrow and asked him to tell the truth:

"...If they encounter the divine power of the 'Earth' realm, those mushrooms may undergo unknown changes..."

After receiving the response, Derrick rushed out of his room again and ran to the chief's door.

This time, the door opened naturally without him knocking.

Derrick looked back at the team members around the campfire, entered the room, and closed the heavy wooden door.

"The divine power of the 'Earth' realm may cause those mushrooms to undergo unknown mutations." He stated frankly without explaining how he came up with this research.

Demon Hunter Colin's expression did not change, and he repeated the key phrase in a low voice:

"The power of the 'Earth Realm'..."

His voice gradually became lower and lower, and he finally fell silent. After about ten seconds, he spoke again:

“After returning, we can designate an area for planting and see the effect.

"So, what's the price?"

Derrick responded immediately:

"Potion recipe from the 'classical alchemist'."

Colin Iliad nodded slowly:

"This must be voted on by the 'Six-member Council'. I will push this matter forward as soon as I return to the city."

Their exploration team will be returning to Silver City in the next two days. One reason is that after the previous exploration, the survivors and those who lost their loved ones need some time to adjust their mental state. The other reason is that the food left in the camp is limited, and black-faced grass cannot be grown in the area around the town. They can only rely on hunting monsters to supplement it. Therefore, one of the responsibilities of the exploration team is to transport safe food, and they have to rotate it every once in a while.

"Yes, Your Excellency." Derrick did not prompt.

He was already used to this process.

When he left the room, Colin Iliad went to the window and looked at the bonfire in the center of the camp.

The flame burned silently, casting a dim light over the entire camp in the deep darkness, and on it was roasting a disgusting vampire with pus all over his body.

…………

A few days later, Klein received corresponding feedback from the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette, the Spiritual Cult's Patrick Braine, and Miss Sharon, confirming that there had been no abnormal flow of materials and personnel in Backlund in recent times.

It seems that Witch Triss only intends to talk to Mr. Door for the time being... and this seems to be the first time they have established contact... No matter what, I still have to warn you in advance. This requires sufficient skills. The more you talk, the greater the possibility of mistakes. You must not reveal your cards... Klein thought for a while, found the hair of the deceased provided by Miss Magician, unfolded the paper, and wrote:

"...This is the material you need, a strand of hair from the bloodline of Abraham's family...The provider has a request, which is to help ask that person a question, the question is how they can get rid of the curse on them...

"...Finally, I want to remind you, be careful of Mr. Door."

Klein folded the letter and tucked the lock of hair inside it. He took out the Adventurer's harmonica, put it to his mouth, and blew it.

After a brief silence, Renette Tinicole walked out from the void carrying four bright-looking heads.

“Give this letter to the idiot who was raped.” Klein handed over the letter and said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he had an idea and quickly asked another question:

"Can you locate him?"

"Sure..." One of Renette Tinicole's heads answered the question first, then bit the letter.

Klein's eyes narrowed slightly.

PS: I had to go out for something in the morning, so I will update first and revise later, and finish the draft in the evening.

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