After returning to the real World, Klein immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a short letter:
"Investigate the nameless island that caused the deaths of Grimm, William, and Porley. This can be done from Edwards, Benjamin Abraham, and the descendants of the three deceased."
This was a letter for Queen Mystic Bernadette, so Klein didn't write a reason. He believed that she would understand what it meant.
After folding the letter, Klein casually found a candle and began the summoning ritual.
After completing the first part, he placed the letter on the altar, took two steps back, and chanted softly in ancient Hermes:
"I!
"In my name, I summon:
"An invisible creature that roams the upper realm, a strange Spirit Body that is friendly to humans, a messenger that belongs solely to Bernadette Gustav."
Just as he said that, Klein's spiritual perception was triggered as he instinctively activated his Spirit Vision.
However, he didn't see anything.
Then, he realized that the letter on the altar had disappeared.
Queen Mystic's messenger is very special … I'll use Spirit Body Threads vision next time … Klein was taken aback as he sighed inwardly.
…
In the evening, under the illumination of the street lamps that were lit up one after another, a carriage drove to the intersection of Baekeland Bridge and East Borough before stopping by the side.
Fors, who was wearing a tweed dress and a dark-colored cloak, paid the fare that had increased to three soli and walked out of the rental carriage. She walked slowly along the shadows of the street, prepared to make a huge detour to escape her imaginary stalker.
After the Tarot Gathering ended, she quickly overcame her laziness and left the house. She visited her former teachers, classmates, and colleagues.
As for the reason, there was no need to specially search for it. It was very normal to be concerned about friends and acquaintances who had suffered from an air raid.
The reason why it wasn't last week was that, in the eyes of the ordinary people, the situation in Baekeland was extremely tense. A new round of attacks could happen at any time. Naturally, everyone tried not to go out as much as possible.
Fors had originally prepared an excuse to direct the topic of the hospital's ghost stories during her visit, but to her surprise, she didn't use it at all. Her teachers, classmates, and former colleagues would often take the initiative to talk about such matters after a short chat. Without exception, it gave the illusion that similar situations were happening in all hospitals.
No, Fors knew it wasn't an illusion, so she was inexplicably terrified and suspected that she would have nightmares at night because of this.
I didn't need to make too many changes. I just needed to change the ending of the patient's miraculous recovery to the point where the patient's physical injuries were healed, but his mental state was completely deranged. It would be a very good horror story. Furthermore, it would take place in a city that everyone was familiar with and a hospital that people would often come into contact with. The sense of immersion was perfect. I could almost foresee the birth of another best-selling novel. I just didn't know if I could handle this theme …
Uh, the only problem is that this story lacks enough emotion … A certain female patient passionately kisses the face covered in mushrooms and weeds? This … isn't this too strange … Fors thought as she walked, and unknowingly, she entered a creative state.
At this moment, her vision blurred. She saw a figure walk out from the shadows in front of her, where the gas lamps couldn't illuminate.
The figure was wearing a black trench coat and a half top hat. He had a chiseled, cold face. Other than the lack of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he looked exactly like the crazy adventurer German Sparrow who ran amok on the five seas.
Although Fors knew that Mr. World wouldn't hunt her and was here to fulfill the contract, she still couldn't help but tense up. It was like she was facing the strictest teacher when she was studying.
"Uh, good evening." Her footsteps slowed down, but she still continued forward and greeted him.
Klein nodded and didn't say a word. He turned around and walked into a secluded alley to the side. The gas lamps inside had been destroyed, and they couldn't emit any light.
Looking at the dark environment, Fors also didn't say a word. She lowered her head slightly and followed behind German Sparrow at an unhurried pace.
When they reached the depths of the alley, Klein looked around and said in a deep voice, "Ask your teacher if he knows a person named Benjamin Abraham.
"Ask your teacher if he knows Benjamin Abraham. If he does, I want all his information and all the words and pictures he left behind."
"Uh … Okay, okay." Fors was a little nervous as she waited for Mr. World to "Teleport" her somewhere else. She didn't expect him to mention another matter for some baffling reason. She nearly couldn't react in time.
She didn't ask why and quickly nodded in agreement, as though it was something she couldn't wait to do.
Then, she took a deep breath and continued waiting for German Sparrow to approach, grab her shoulder, and begin "Teleporting."
But after a few seconds, nothing happened.
Fors looked up in surprise, only to see Mr. World still standing in front of her, looking at her.
She then heard the other party speak in a deep voice.
"Write it now."
"Write it now …" Fors still didn't ask why.
"I have no paper, pen, envelope or stamp."
Before she could finish her sentence, the four items were thrown over.
"…" Fors caught the items and took a few steps outside. Under the light of the street lamp and the hard walls, she quickly wrote a letter to her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham.
Klein put his hands in his pockets and waited patiently. He was not impatient at all.
In fact, he had long been lurking around Miss Magicians, but he hadn't shown himself.
According to the address provided by Fors, he had been secretly monitoring her from the moment she left in the afternoon. And the way he monitored her was to make his marionette pray to Sea God Cavituis from time to time. His true body would go above the gray fog and use the prayer light to observe the situation in the vicinity of the Magicians.
With the help of "true vision," Klein could confirm that Zaratul wasn't targeting Miss Magicians. It was safe to make contact with her.
After knowing that Miss Magicians had met Zaratul's marionette, how could Klein be at ease to meet her and "travel" with her?
Now, he was certain that Zaratul had been attracted by the House of Abraham's Sealed Artifact or the Saint of Secrets Boutis. As for a mere Sequence 6 Magicians, she wasn't noticed at all, so she wasn't exposed.
A few minutes later, Fors finished writing. She used a sticky herbal powder she carried with her as a paste, sealed the envelope, and stuck the stamp.
Fors glanced at the surface of the envelope with her teacher's address and real name and asked hesitantly, "Do I send it to the mailbox now?"
She believed that she had to do it herself. She couldn't leave it to The World; otherwise, it might bring danger to her teacher.
Of course, if German Sparrow insisted, Fors felt that there was nothing she could do. Even if she tore the letter apart and ate it, there was still the possibility of being hypnotized or channeled.
Klein nodded indiscernibly.
"Come back here after you're done."
Phew … Fors heaved a long sigh of relief, turned around, and jogged down the street to find the mailbox.
After doing all of this and returning to the dark alley, she didn't wait for German Sparrow to say a word. She directly handed over the fountain pen and the remaining two stamps.
"One is enough."
Klein glanced at Miss Magician, took the stamp and fountain pen, and said calmly, "That's not a problem.
"This means that your teacher lives no more than 100 kilometers away from Baekeland."
"…" Fors's expression froze.
So what? I also know that your teacher lives in Pritz Harbor, and there's a high chance that he hasn't moved away … As for why I gave you three stamps, of course it's on purpose … Klein mumbled inwardly as he took a few steps and came in front of Miss Magicians.
He then reached out with his left hand, which was wearing a transparent glove, and grabbed the lady's shoulder.
Magicians Fors subconsciously lowered her head again.
The colors in the surroundings suddenly thickened and stacked on top of each other. Countless figures with indescribable forms quickly appeared.
When her vision returned to normal, Fors raised her head reflexively and was about to say thank you.
However, German Sparrow's figure had already disappeared!
Fors looked around in a daze and realized that she was standing in an empty corner. In front of her was a door, and there was a commotion and the fragrance of alcohol outside.
Fors tugged at her cloak and walked out of the door with the timidity of a foreigner. She saw many men dressed in pirate attire.
They had short knives by their waists and pistols by their sides. They were drinking hard liquor and discussing who was stronger between the fleets of Feysac and Rouen in high spirits. Many women dressed in gorgeous clothes mingled among them like dancing butterflies.
She wore a long Baekeland -style dress and a dark-colored cloak. Her brown hair was long and slightly curly, and she had a mature bearing. However, her expression was timid. At that moment, she was like a lamb that had barged into a pack of wolves. She was so incongruous and eye-catching that she quickly attracted gazes.
She vaguely felt that the language that those people spoke to her was a little familiar. It seemed to be a branch of a language that she had learned before, but she still couldn't understand it in a short period of time.
Where am I? What am I doing? Who are they … While Fors was at a loss, a burly man squeezed his way over and spoke in choppy Rouen.
"Ten soli for one night!"
"…" Fors was also someone who had mingled in many Beyonder circles. Although she didn't know where she was, she knew very well what she had encountered. A strange glint condensed in her eyes as they flashed before finally settling on one.
An indescribable majesty emanated from her body, causing the people around her to subconsciously avoid her gaze.
This was the "authority" of a Judge, a qualitative change in the abilities of an Arbiter.
…
Berserk Sea, Theros Island.
Danitz hid in the shadows, carefully and attentively monitoring the intelligence peddler, Bartz.
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