White feathers?
Klein looked at the tomb without any bones and suddenly thought of a word:
"Angel!"
The books of the seven major churches were filled with legends about angels and saints. One of the characteristics of the former was that they had one, two, three, or even six pairs of pure white wings on their backs.
However, in the blink of an eye, Klein remembered something from the past.
Mr. Aztec had once described his dream to him, describing the dream that seemed to be a lifetime of life.
One of the scenes was in a dark mausoleum. There were many open ancient coffins, and inside the coffins were corpses with white feathers on their backs!
Is this a special manifestation of the Death pathway, or is it a strange phenomenon caused by Charismatic Order? Klein did not speak. He restrained his emotions and calmly looked at the white feather at the bottom of the grave that was stained with yellow oil.
His initial judgment was that the old gentleman wasn't an angel. This was because a terrifying Sequence 2 or even Sequence 1 Beyonder would definitely have a strong impact on their surroundings after their death. For example, the Saint's ashes behind Tingen City's Chanis Gate would extend out a nearly invisible black and cold thread to seal the surrounding people and objects.
Of course, it was also possible that he wasn't really dead … just like Mr. Aztec? Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his black-gloved right hand.
He planned to do a divination above the gray fog after returning home.
At this moment, Kapusky recovered and scrambled to Klein's side. He looked at the tomb with a hint of fear.
"Where's the corpse?"
Klein turned his head to look at him and said in a low voice,
"Maybe he left on his own."
"He left on his own …" Kapusky repeated in horror, fully realizing how terrifying it was for the dead to wake up.
His legs were trembling, and he muttered to himself:
"But, but, I didn't use the resurrection ritual on him."
Klein turned around and stared at him for a few seconds.
"Death is not the end."
"Death is not the end … Death is not the end …" Kapusky was frightened by his belief and blurted out, "H-will he come back?"
Yes, there's a high chance that the messenger summoned by the copper whistle corresponds to that old gentleman. In other words, giving a note to the messenger is equivalent to sending a letter to that old gentleman, to a person who's been dead for almost half a year … Heh, I wonder where he's gone or what state he's in now … Klein casually mentioned Kapusky's question, "That's right.
"Don't blow that copper whistle again."
"Are you saying that the copper whistle will attract him back?" Kapusky asked fearfully.
Without waiting for Klein's reply, he continued to make a request.
"Can, can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tussock River?"
"If you can't, I'll go by myself."
Weren't you interested in the philosophy of death before? Klein cursed inwardly and reached out to take the copper whistle that belonged to Kapusky.
He planned on trying to send a letter to the dead man under suitable conditions to see what would happen.
Of course, the premise of all of this was that he was certain that there wasn't too much danger.
After instructing Kapusky to fill in the grave, Klein exchanged some Spirit Dance and the corresponding mysticism knowledge with him, enriching his own knowledge. He also learned that when Kapusky buried the old gentleman, he had followed the old gentleman's will and allowed the corpse to lie face down.
Under certain special circumstances, using "Spirit Dance" to replace a portion of the cumbersome setup of ritualistic magic will be more effective and simpler … Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Klein warned Kapusky to stop messing around with the so-called resurrection ritual.
Following that, he left the street from the garden and took a long detour before taking a carriage to East Borough.
After changing into his previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered his bedroom. After a series of actions, he brought the three white feathers and Kapusky's copper whistle above the gray fog.
Sitting in the high-back chair belonging to The Fool, Klein conjured a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement he had long thought of.
"Its origins."
Right on the heels of that, he held the three white feathers and leaned back in his chair.
As he chanted, Klein entered a dream. His surroundings were hazy and grayish-white.
In such a world, there was a thick, lightless darkness. Suddenly, the darkness was dyed crimson as a bone-white hand reached out from the yellowish-brown soil.
A figure slowly climbed up. He didn't lift the stone slabs or stir the soil. Instead, he penetrated outwards.
Under the crimson moonlight, the back of the figure's clothes were tattered, and white feathers grew out.
The white-haired figure turned his head slightly, revealing the obvious red spots on his face, as well as his blank, blank, and emotionless eyes.
He took a step forward and passed through the fence with great difficulty, heading deep into the darkness. He walked further and further until he disappeared.
The dream shattered, and Klein woke up.
White feathers really grew out of the corpse's back … Its state is very similar to Miss Sharon's, but there's a clear difference. It gives off a very heavy and corporeal feeling, not an illusion … It seems to be able to transform between a human and a spirit body in a semi-natural and incomplete manner? An envoy that communicates with the real World and the spirit world's Underworld? Klein tapped the edge of the long table and pondered for a while.
Right on the heels of that, he divined if there was any danger in using Kapusky's copper whistle to send a letter, and he received a positive answer. Furthermore, the spirit pendulum's rotation was very large and fast.
It's a pity that I can't use the copper whistle directly above the gray fog. The messenger can't come in at all; otherwise, there wouldn't be any danger … Klein muttered to himself as he fell into the gray fog and returned to the real World.
…
Early in the morning, in a relatively fresh forest in Empress Borough.
A round-faced Apothecary in his thirties appeared in a secluded corner and stored the herbs he had secretly planted into a leather bag he carried with him.
After completing his mission for the day, he straightened his back, stretched his body, and muttered to himself in satisfaction, "That's right.
He muttered to himself in satisfaction, Indeed, my physique has improved. It's no longer like before, where I only had a higher resistance to poison.
However … Why is my Sequence 8 Beast Tamer? What has this got to do with Apothecary?
Well, an Apothecary tames and uses plants and parts of animals that have lost their lives. A Beast Tamer tames and uses living animals, including Beyonder creatures?
Then, will my Sequence 7 be able to tame and use humans?
Old Man didn't even tell me the name of Sequence 7, nor did he give me the formula. When I stabilize, I'll have to try contacting him.
The Apothecary punched and kicked as he adapted to his strengthened body. He only stopped when he was exhausted.
Phew … As he panted, he began to consider a serious question.
How should he act as a Beast Tamer?
Beast Tamer … What should I do? Find an animal to tame? As the Apothecary mumbled, he suddenly sensed something and looked towards the artificial lake.
There was a huge golden retriever running happily.
As if sensing his gaze, the golden retriever suddenly turned its head and looked over.
Their gazes collided in midair, and the large golden retriever froze for a moment. Then, it nimbly turned around and disappeared without a trace.
…
Inside the Earl Of Hall's luxurious villa.
Susie returned to the piano room and crouched beside Audrey's feet. She stuck out her tongue and panted heavily.
After the blonde girl finished playing a song, it said with lingering fear,
"Audrey, I met a scary guy."
"His eyes were scary!"
"Is that so? What does he want to do to you? "Audrey asked curiously and with concern.
Susie thought seriously and said, "I don't know either. In short, he's dangerous. That's my intuition."
"What does he look like?" Audrey was considering if she should let the guards and attendants at home warn the man.
"I didn't see him clearly. I feel that he's my natural enemy!" Susie answered seriously.
Your natural enemy? The bane of dogs? Audrey revealed a reserved smile.
"Susie, don't go to that forest for the time being."
"Woof, Audrey, were you in a bad mood just now? I could tell from the sound of your piano, "Susie asked.
Audrey nodded slightly and said, "Yes … I just received news from Glaint.
"Hmm … I just received news from Glaint. Fors and Xio told me that tonight's gathering has been canceled. I was planning to exchange for Beyonder ingredients for you. "
And try to come into contact with people from Psychological Alchemy … She added silently in her heart.
"Why?" Susie asked, puzzled.
Audrey thought for a moment before answering.
"I heard it's because of the serial murders."
…
On a Saturday morning, the air in Baekeland was as bad as usual.
Klein was trying to make a pasta dish that he loved to eat when he was young. For this, he bought high-quality flour, added water and sugar, and mixed it into a thin "paste."
Then, he poured oil into the pot and moistened the surface.
After it was hot, he scooped up some of the paste with a spoon, poured it to the side of the pot, and spread it very thin.
Amidst the sizzling sounds, he spread out a few thin pancakes, and the fragrance of the flour gradually spread.
When it was almost done, he peeled off the soft pancakes one by one, placed them on a plate, and added water to make the remaining ingredients into a paste.
Just as he returned to the dining room with the pancakes and "paste," Klein couldn't wait to tear off a piece and stuff it into his mouth.
The pancake only had a rich wheat fragrance and a sweetness that stimulated his appetite. It was simple, simple, but abnormally delicious.
It's the taste from my memories … Klein ate quickly, drinking a mouthful of the paste from time to time.
Just as he was about to finish eating and began to slow down, the doorbell suddenly rang, and the tinkling sound echoed.
A new commission? Klein took off his napkin, wiped his hands, and got up to walk to the door.
Before he could even grab the doorknob, the image of a visitor naturally appeared in his mind.
It was a middle-aged gentleman with white sideburns, a thin face, and an outstanding temperament.
It was the private detective Eichinger Stanton who had been invited by the police!
Why is he looking for me? Klein opened the door in puzzlement and asked with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Stanton.
"Good morning, Mr. Stanton. What can I do for you?"
Eichinger took off his half top hat and said with a smile, "Good morning, Mr. Moriarty.
"Good morning, Mr. Moriarty. I'd like to collaborate with you. I think you're an excellent detective. You managed to find the East Balam Dock and the Dock Union all by yourself."
"Collaborate?" Klein didn't hide his surprise.
Eichinger tapped his black cane and replied in a deep voice,
"To find the murderer of the recent serial murders."
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