"Moon Puppet"... Fors' heart moved, and she retracted her scattered attention and turned her head to look at the party member who had just spoken.

The gentleman wearing the iron-black mask had taken out a small puppet and was showing it to everyone.

"A friend of mine discovered a small burial complex deep in the Pas River Valley in the southern continent. This puppet was inserted into the right eye socket of one of the dead."

Like the other members of the party, Fors carefully examined the puppet and found that it was slender and looked more like a small wooden stake with crescent-shaped eyes and a mouth carved on it, and inlaid with dried grass and flowers.

It doesn’t look like anything special… Fors muttered to herself, but her inspiration didn’t come to her. The pen in her hand was still hovering over a copper-green notebook.

The man wearing the iron-black mask continued:

“My friend and I have not been able to confirm what this puppet does, but we suspect it is not that simple and may be hiding some big secrets.

“60 pounds, you can buy it for only 60 pounds. This price is very fair. Even if it really has nothing to do with the mysterious world, it is still a good antique and can be worth 40 or 50 pounds.

"That means that spending £10 on a chance to be surprised is a small amount of money for you."

It was a very convincing argument. This gentleman must be a successful salesman. However, I don’t even have 10 pounds… Fors laughed at himself and thought that no one present would buy the so-called “moon puppet” of unknown origin and function.

Just as she had this thought, she suddenly heard a deliberately low female voice:

"Fifty pounds."

Is this because they are too rich and willing to take a chance? Fors subconsciously turned her head and looked at the party member who was talking. She saw that the lady was wearing a hooded robe and her face was hidden in the shadows.

At this time, the owner of the "Moon Puppet" laughed and said:

"Then I'd rather keep it for myself. Maybe I'll find out what's special about it someday."

As he was talking, he realized that no one else was bidding, so he changed the subject:

"Of course, as a gentleman, since you have expressed your desire and the price is reasonable, I am willing to fulfill your wish."

"Deal," the hooded lady responded in a deep voice.

Soon, the host's waiter helped them complete the transaction. Fors noticed that the lady's palm trembled slightly when she received the "Moon Puppet".

She values ​​this item very much... maybe she really knows the specialness of the puppet... the moon puppet... the moon... comes from the southern continent... Fors suddenly had an association and remembered the "Original Moon" believers that Mr. "Moon" hoped to find. She suspected that the hooded lady just now was one of them, or there was a connection.

Of course, she had no evidence, and even her reasons for speculation did not seem strong enough.

Huh... Fors exhaled silently and decided to find a way to verify it.

She casually flipped through the hardcover notebook in her hand, revealing a page of yellowish-brown parchment.

The paper was printed with various lines of varying depths, forming a strange picture that was both ambiguous and ancient and mysterious.

This is a page from "Lemano's Travel Notes", which records an extraordinary ability.

It was not one of the five pages that Fors recorded later when he had the chance, but one of the five pages that originally existed.

Fors raised his head, pretending to observe other people's transactions, and took in everything that happened next to the hooded lady.

She spotted a dark brown spotted mosquito clinging to a nearby wall and an unknown insect crawling slowly across the ground.

Fors' fingers slid naturally and lightly across the dark patterns on the yellow-brown parchment, and a complex symbol quickly took shape in her mind.

Silently and without any abnormality, she felt that she "understood" the spotted brown mosquito, and her own thoughts were connected with the other party's thoughts.

The spotted brown mosquito took off and flew very low.

It moved around underneath the hooded woman and carefully moved in front of her.

The vision of the spotted brown mosquito is different from that of humans, and it formed an incomprehensible picture in Fors's mind, but it quickly collapsed and reassembled to outline a corresponding normal picture:

The hooded lady has softer features, darker skin, thin eyebrows, and a mouth that droops more at the corners.

Fors immediately recognized her. She was Windsor Belin, the "Original Moon" believer that Mr. "Moon" was looking for!

100 pounds for a valid clue, 500 pounds directly locked! Fors recalled the content of the reward, and his heart was burning.

Her first reaction was to drive the spotted brown mosquito to bite Windsor Belling normally and suck her blood. In this way, she could then use "astrology" to directly lock on the other party's whereabouts.

However, after struggling for a while, she gave up the idea because this was the most taboo behavior at a gathering of extraordinary people. If she was discovered, she would definitely be besieged to death by all the party members.

The convener of the party always has good strength. If he does too much and goes too far, it will be easy for the other party to notice the traces!

Well, I'll just make 100 pounds, and then I'll consider the issue of direct locking when there's extra opportunity later... I have to leave this party early and smear the blood on the surface of "Lemanno's Travel Notes" to avoid getting lost, which is very dangerous... Fors suppressed his lost emotions and made the final decision.

In fact, her behavior just now had crossed the line a little, which made her not want to stay there for too long.

…………

In a high-end hotel in the Hillston area.

Klein stood behind the bay window, quietly admiring the red moon and thin clouds in the sky.

After an unknown amount of time, he smoothed the white hair at his temples and reached out to close the curtains.

Then he busied himself moving the radio receiver back into the real world, having dispersed most of the smell in advance.

This time, he only waited for about ten seconds before he felt the room become gloomy and dark, and heard the clicking sound of a radio receiver.

Klein moved closer and saw a piece of illusory white paper being spit out. It was written in Loen:

"Great Master, please look to the right!"

On the right... Klein turned his head with a mixture of amusement and confusion and looked to the side.

As far as he could see, there was a full-length mirror, which had turned dark, as if someone had covered it with ink.

As soon as Klein had this thought, the full-body mirror suddenly lit up, and inside it, one illusory firework after another shot up into the air, blooming and falling, brilliant and gorgeous.

At the same time, a line of golden rune appeared in the center of the full-length mirror:

"Welcome back, my great master!"

At this moment, although the Magic Mirror Arrodes did not make any sound, Klein inexplicably felt that it was shouting at the top of its lungs.

The fireworks died down, and the golden words twisted and reorganized to form new words:

"Great master, your humble and loyal servant Arrodes would like to ask, is there anything I can do for you?"

Klein was already very accustomed to this, and he spoke skillfully:

"Answer my question."

The golden words are reorganized again:

"Thank you for your answer. You may ask your question now."

Klein said with good preparation:

“Where did the evil spirits in the underground ruins of Williams Street go?”

On the full-length mirror, the golden words froze for several seconds and slowly disappeared, while the background of the blooming fireworks first became blurry, then clear, and turned to another scene.

The scene was an abandoned chapel, covered with withered vines, scattered with gray stones and feces left by birds and animals.

Klein was quite familiar with this place. This was the place where he and Miss Sharon had a conversation with the evil spirit.

The scene zoomed in, and Klein saw a small, not-so-deep dent in the half-collapsed corner of the chapel, with obvious traces of scratching by fingers on the inside.

Miss Magician mentioned this before... As Klein was thinking, a cold and smiling voice came from the screen:

“It’s a pleasure to work with you!”

As these words penetrated the soil, the scene suddenly became blurred and distorted, turning into a disturbed water surface, and finally shattered completely.

It’s a pleasure to work with you…Who is the evil spirit saying it’s a pleasure to work with you to?

To be able to make an Angel Polymer of the Hunter Path speak in this tone, the person on the other side should be of high status, and may even have reached the Angel level. But why did He use His hands to dig a pit? He should have more easier and less time-consuming ways...

Is this angel also restricted? Hmm, just like the grandfather in Leonard's body? By the way, Leonard was in Backlund at that time! This is a clue, but there are many other possibilities. The angel level is not equal to an angel...

Who did the evil spirit manipulate Baron Pound to contact? It seems that the spies of Intis and Feysac were smokescreens deliberately released by the evil spirit. They are indeed "conspirators"... Klein's mind flashed one thought after another, and he turned to the "magic mirror" Arrodes and said:

"Second question, I have three candidates for housekeeper now, who do you think is more suitable?"

Golden Loen words appeared one after another:

"If we choose Ribak and Walter, there will be some additional developments. Asnia is the most professional and the most 'ordinary'."

Hmm... the two from the families of Duke Negan and Viscount Conrad do have additional details... Klein nodded thoughtfully and said:

"It's your turn to ask questions."

At this moment, a bunch of golden words suddenly emerged:

"Great Master, what do you think of me being a butler? As long as you can take me out of the Steam Church, I can become the best butler in the world!"

…Klein hesitated for a second and replied tactfully:

“It’s not suitable at this time.”

The golden words on the full-length mirror dimmed for a moment, then immediately glowed brightly, wriggling and reorganizing:

"OK.

"Your loyal and humble servant Arrodes will wait patiently."

Then, a complex pattern appeared on the full-length mirror, accompanied by explanatory text:

"This is a rune composed of corresponding symbols and magic signs. Great master, as long as you are still in Backlund, writing it on paper is equivalent to notifying me to come over."

A combination of symbols representing secrecy and voyeurism... Klein briefly identified them and said:

"good."