It was early September, and the weather in Tingen had already turned from cool to slightly cold. However, the afternoon sunlight still made one feel warm.
Klein passed through the wall of spirituality and the oriel window. He floated in midair outside his bedroom and looked down at the pedestrians and carriages that passed by on Daffodil Street.
At that moment, a man in a grayish-blue worker's uniform suddenly raised his head and looked over.
Klein jumped in fright. He wanted to hide, but he couldn't find a suitable place to do so.
After circling around and seeing that there was no other way, he tried to sneak back home. However, from the corner of his eye, he saw that the man's gaze had only swept past the window on the second floor. He kept following the movements of a sparrow and was regrettably shaken off.
Birds could occasionally be seen in Tingen's city.
Phew … I forgot that ordinary people can't see me … Klein heaved a sigh of relief. He felt that he hadn't fully adapted to his current state.
With confidence in his heart, he lowered his flying altitude and approached a relatively wide street. Just like that, he floated above the heads of the pedestrians.
As he got closer, Klein immediately realized that his "vision" was equivalent to Spirit Vision. He didn't need to activate it, but there was a limit to its range.
In addition, other than the aura and emotional colors, he could vaguely sense the existence of every pedestrian's soul. It was hazy, illusory, and transparent.
In my current state, I seem to be able to penetrate the body and attack the soul … Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He circled around and prepared to test his maximum speed. Therefore, he tried his best to fly towards Iron Cross Street.
Not long after, he stopped and returned to the apartment he used to live in.
It should be as fast as an ordinary car from my previous life, the kind that can run at high speeds … Unfortunately, I can't freely enter and exit the spirit world. Otherwise, it would be perfect … However, if I were to get lost in the spirit world, the consequences would be severe … Just as Klein finished his self-assessment, he felt depressed, gloomy, and indescribably repressed.
He surveyed his surroundings and saw that this place was shrouded in a darkness that normal people couldn't see and that sunlight couldn't dispel. The remnant emotions of numbness, despair, and pain were layered over each other as though they were corporeal.
It's the same as what I experienced with my spiritual perception after I advanced to Seer. Iron Cross Street's Middle Street and Lower Street have never changed … I wonder how many years it took to accumulate such repression and gloom … Klein thought of the past and sighed as he flew up to the third floor.
Here, he finally felt the sunlight and got rid of his gloomy mood.
Klein flew along the lower street. From time to time, he could see residents in ragged clothes, with numb expressions, and malnourished faces. He even encountered two cases of natural deaths, both of which were caused by prolonged starvation, poor health, and sudden illness.
Who knows how many people die in pain every month, but the bankrupt farmers and former slaves from the Southern Continent will soon fill their places … Klein exhaled silently, changed his direction, and flew toward the South Sector.
That was the industrial zone of Tingen City. There were steel factories, lead factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal production factories, machinery manufacturing factories, and so on.
As he flew, Klein saw the tall chimney-like furnaces, the pervading dust, and the thick gloominess that was only slightly better than Lower Street.
This place was filled with fatigue, pain, pessimism, numbness, and other emotions. The workers in their thirties were the minority.
Just as Klein was about to descend and carefully observe the area, he suddenly felt weak, weak from the inside out.
My spirituality can't sustain this state any longer … Klein was alarmed. He was in a hurry to return home, but he soon thought of a better possibility.
I was "summoned." Once the "summoning" ends, I will naturally return! He calmed his mind and carefully sensed his own condition and his surroundings. Unsurprisingly, he discovered that there was a subtle connection between him and a place that was infinitely high and infinitely close.
Following this connection, Klein tightly wrapped the Flaring Sun Charm and gave a strong will to end the "summoning."
A massive and terrifying suction force came over. His transparent, almost formless figure leaped up and disappeared from the Material World.
…
The endless grayish-white fog spread silently, and the illusory and still crimson stars twinkled. Klein once again appeared in the towering palace that looked like a giant's residence. He appeared at the seat of honor at the ancient and mottled bronze table.
That's the entire process … Also … Klein looked at his Spirit Body in pleasant surprise and saw that it was wrapped with a warm and pure thin piece of gold.
"Flaring Sun Charm!"
I've indeed used the method of "summoning" myself to bring the real world above the gray fog! He couldn't hide his smile as he took out the charm and fiddled with it repeatedly to confirm that it wasn't a virtual product that had been conjured.
Klein stood up and paced around smugly as he thought in anticipation, "That's not a good idea.
"As expected, materials and items can also enter this mysterious space!"
As long as I can find the right method!
However, this method is rather complicated. I need some time to achieve my goal. Furthermore, it will damage The Fool's image if I'm constantly 'summoned' by a member. Only I can use it myself, or after I understand more, I can design an incantation that summons The Fool's adorer but also points at me …
… Am I born to be a coolie? Why does the incantation have to point to me? When the time comes, I can create a "dependant" that's similar to a messenger but even more special. It can receive and give me the materials …
Klein's thoughts ran wild as he came up with ideas one after another. However, due to his limited strength and knowledge, he was temporarily unable to realize them.
As his weakness worsened, Klein didn't dare to stay any longer. He enveloped himself with his spirituality and simulated the feeling of falling into the gray fog.
In the blink of an eye, he returned to his bedroom and saw the bright sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtains.
He examined himself and confirmed that the Flaring Sun Charm hadn't been brought out and had been left above the gray fog.
After I have a good rest, I'll repeat the summoning ritual at dawn and bring the Flaring Sun Charm back to the real World … Sigh, if only I could maintain that state for a little longer. That way, I would be able to search for houses with red chimneys faster. Unfortunately, it's not possible at the moment. After flying for a while and searching a few houses, I'm afraid I'll have to return above the gray fog and rest for half a day. It's just as inefficient. Klein walked to his desk and extinguished the silently burning candle.
After packing his items, he didn't immediately remove the wall of spirituality. Instead, he sat down, took out a pen and paper, and began writing. A letter to Mr. Aztec!
After writing the title "Dear Sir," he deliberated for a few minutes before writing, "My Lord.
"… I recently received intelligence that one of the Seven Pirate Admirals, Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges, has infiltrated Baekeland. He has a mystical item called Creeping Hunger, which can provide him with powers similar to a Shepherd. And a Shepherd is a Sequence 5 Beyonder who devours different souls to obtain a corresponding power. It's said that they can Graze a limited number of souls at the same time, but they can be replaced …"
"… Zillinges has many Beyonder powers. I have no idea what he wants to do in Baekeland … According to the intelligence, it might involve a very important and mystical item, one that can make Zillinges become a High-Sequence Beyonder, or an item that can match a High-Sequence Beyonder …"
Klein roughly described the matter regarding Zillinges with the help of a fabricated intelligence source. In any case, he believed that Mr. Aztec wouldn't seek confirmation from someone at the level of a Nighthawk captain.
Here, he didn't directly request for help. Instead, he casually mentioned it to warn Mr. Aztec to be careful.
Regardless of whether he would get Mr. Aztec's help in the future, it wouldn't be wrong to lay the groundwork first! If such a day really came, then it wouldn't be so abrupt! Klein slowly exhaled and began writing the main content of the letter.
"The mastermind hasn't taken any further action. I still haven't found any relevant clues."
"The reason why I contacted you so abruptly is mainly to ask you about the sacrificial ritual. I encountered something similar during a recent mission …"
With Sun's description and Mr. Aztec's answer as a comparison … I should be able to attempt the sacrificial ritual, and conversely, it would be bestowment … This would be more suitable for the exchange of materials and items than the ritual of summoning myself … Yes, I hope that Mr. Aztec has recalled this knowledge … Klein nodded slightly and put down his pen. He didn't sign his name.
There was only one copper whistle, and he was certain that Mr. Aztec wouldn't make a mistake about the sender.
Therefore, Klein chose to be careful and didn't leave his name.
After folding the letter, he looked at the three-meter-tall floor and hesitantly picked up the copper whistle from the bed.
It's perfect. I'll let it crouch to receive the letter! Klein emphasized inwardly as he raised his right hand and placed the copper whistle to his mouth. He puffed up his cheeks and blew hard.
The copper whistle didn't make a sound, but Klein acutely sensed that his surroundings had instantly turned cold.
He activated his Spirit Vision and saw white bones glowing with a hazy luster surging out from the desk like a fountain, rising higher and higher.
The white bones quickly gathered to form an illusory and massive monster. Its head burrowed into the wall of spirituality and extended to an unknown location.
Looking at the skeletal thighs and body, the drooping arms, and the open right palm, the corners of Klein's mouth twitched as he threw the folded letter upwards.
With a sweep of its skeletal palm, it firmly grasped the letter.
At this moment, Klein didn't hesitate to pick up the copper whistle again and blow at it.
The monster instantly disintegrated, turning into white bones that fell onto the desk before burrowing into the illusory wall and vanishing.
After doing all of this, Klein dispelled the wall of spirituality. Amidst the sudden gust of wind, he staggered to the coat rack and placed the copper whistle back in its original spot.
Then, he quickly ran to the bed and fell down.
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