There's a high chance that Lanevus is a Sequence 8 Swindler, which happens to belong to the Marauder pathway. Having an admission ticket to the corresponding gathering isn't something incomprehensible or unacceptable. On the contrary, it's very logical … It's definitely much easier to purchase a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others at a gathering of Hermits of Fate than in other circles … From the looks of it, this is the clue that Snake of Fate Will Auceptin mentioned … Klein sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly felt enlightened.
He hurriedly set up a ritual to summon himself, entered the world above the gray fog, and brought the eyeball-sized badge back to the real World.
The badge's front was engraved with the corresponding symbols of fate and concealment, and on the back was a tiny ancient Hermes inscription: "You can join by possessing this item."
Klein was just about to inject his spirituality to activate the badge and send out the "information" to synchronize with the latest gathering time and location when he suddenly hesitated.
… I was careless and forgot to divine if there's any danger in doing so! If there's a demigod elder of Lanevus at the gathering and uses that to lock onto my location, then it'll be troublesome. This is just like how Vice Admiral Ailment Tracy managed to find the Demoness of Unaging as a helper in a very short period of time. I have to be wary … As a person, one has to be rash when it's time to be, and one has to be a coward when it's time to be! Klein smacked his forehead and cautiously entered the mysterious space above the gray fog. He then used spirit dowsing to do a divination.
After receiving the revelation that there wasn't any danger, he heaved a sigh of relief, left the world above the gray fog, and sat on a reclining chair in his hotel room.
As he injected his spirituality, the badge's surface emitted a blurry layer of light. It quickly condensed into an inconspicuous beam of light and shot into the air.
Before long, the same beam of light returned, dispersing into a palm-sized illusory goatskin parchment. On it was a line of words written in ancient Feysac:
"June 6th, 1350, 9 PM, estuary of the Tussock River."
There's still more than four months … In this period of time, it wouldn't be a problem for me to gather all the main ingredients for a Nimblewright Master. The only obstacle is that I don't have enough money, but that's not difficult. I now have 6,945 pounds. It's more than enough to sell one or two Beyonder characteristics. Besides, there are many moving bounties at sea. No, I can't be so arrogant. I have to eliminate the Four Kings and Seven Admirals … What kind of clue is this? Klein leaned forward and arched his back slightly. He began to think hard again.
As he followed the gathering of the Hermits of Fate, he suddenly thought of someone.
Leonard Mitchell!
My dear poet has participated in the Hermits of Fate gathering in Babur Valley. Regardless of his motives, whether it's for official business or personal matters, there's a possibility of obtaining a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others … I can borrow it from him or buy it? Was this the real clue? Klein perked up and quickly came up with a rough plan.
"The first step is to place the radio transceiver above the gray fog to accumulate its aura.
The second step is to use that radio transceiver to contact Arrodes a few days later.
"The third step is to ask where I can easily obtain a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others.
"If the answer is very clear, then the fourth step is to follow the hint and easily achieve the goal. If the answer is vague or filled with danger, the fourth step is to ask my dear poet's present location.
"The fifth step is to get Emlyn White to take this badge to my dear poet and see if he has the corresponding item and if we can make a deal. I won't appear directly. If I'm not careful, I might be recognized. That would similarly be extremely troublesome. As for Emlyn, he's now considered a member of the Church of Earth Mother. No, he's a ghost of the Church of Earth Mother. If he were to make contact with my dear poet, even if he were to be reported or arrested on the spot, he wouldn't be tied to a stake. "
With a plan on what to do next and how to do it, Klein immediately felt refreshed and in a good mood. He decided to head out to eat a Bayam specialty grilled fish.
…
On the dark blue sea, the Golden Dream, which was smeared with a golden glow by the setting sun, was silently cruising.
With the captain's permission, Dhaniz walked into the captain's room with his head held high and his chest held high under the envious gazes.
Most of the things inside were bookshelves, with books placed on them.
Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina stood in front of the desk, holding a black fountain pen in her hand as she quickly wrote:
"… I don't have any similar items. Same for Jodeson. He indicated that he would help you keep an eye out, but that requires sufficient luck."
Edwina raised her head and looked at Danitz with her clear blue eyes that resembled spring water.
"You'll set up the ritual, the ritual to summon the German Sparrow messenger."
"Me?" Dhaniz was just wondering if he would receive special treatment from the captain when he pointed at himself in surprise.
"Yes." Edwina folded the letter, straightened her body, and nodded. "This will help you familiarize yourself with such rituals. I'll test you on such matters in the future."
"Alright …" Dhaniz suppressed his disappointment and tried his best to recall. He slowly set up the ritual with only one candle.
Finally, under Edwina's gaze, he took out a shiny Rouen coin and placed it on the altar.
After taking the letter, Dhaniz rehearsed it twice in his mind before he dared to carry out the ritual.
He took a step back and said in ancient Hermes:
"I!
"I summon in my name:
"A spirit that wanders the unfounded, a friendly creature that can be controlled, a messenger that belongs solely to German Sparrow."
Whoosh!
Wind stirred within the wall of spirituality, blowing Dhaniz's yellowish hair into a mess.
The flame rapidly expanded to the size of a human head. It was as pale as the letter in Dhaniz's hand.
Soon, Dhaniz saw a beautiful head with long blonde hair and blood-red eyes poke out.
Man, German Sparrow's messenger is very special. How can a spirit world creature be completely human? Furthermore, it's so beautiful, a lady that's only slightly inferior to Captain. Uh … Dhaniz suddenly choked on his wistful thoughts. This was because he realized that the head wasn't on the neck. Instead, it was held up by a hand by the end of its hair.
He watched in a daze as one head after another popped out. He watched as a headless figure dressed in a dark and complicated dress appeared in front of him.
It's indeed a spirit world creature … He felt ashamed of his thoughts from before.
Taking a deep breath, Dhaniz hurriedly handed the letter over. He saw one of the beautiful heads open its mouth and gently bite down on it with its white teeth.
At that moment, Reinette Tinekerr's other head had also bitten down on the gold coin on the altar.
However, she didn't immediately leave. The four scarlet eyes of the remaining two heads turned at the same time, looking at Edwina Edwards outside the wall of spirituality. She sized her up several times.
Edwina felt that she was being scrutinized. Furthermore, it made her feel an irrepressible fear.
Reinette Tinekerr retracted her gaze as her figure turned incorporeal, fusing into the pale candle flame.
The flame lit up again as a faint yellow color spread out. Everything was restored to its original state.
Just as Dhaniz dispelled the wall of spirituality, he heard Captain say in a deep voice,
"This isn't an ordinary spirit world creature …"
It's not an ordinary spirit world creature? Dhaniz was taken aback.
He knew that Captain was a professional spirit world creature researcher. If she said it wasn't ordinary, then it really wasn't ordinary. It was extraordinary beyond the ordinary!
German Sparrow really is a man with many secrets … Dhaniz couldn't help but sigh.
…
Baekeland, Cherwood Borough.
Fors used all her strength and finally defeated the laziness brought about by the fireplace. She changed into a thick, dark blue cotton dress, wrapped a light gray scarf around herself, and wore a warm lady's bonnet. In the chilly weather that wasn't too cold, but was filled with fog, she left her rented apartment and took a carriage to Williams Street.
She took a deep breath of the cold air and told herself that this was a normal writer out gathering material. She didn't need to be nervous or show any abnormalities.
After taking a few steps forward, Fors entered a coffee shop and sat by the window. As she drank the fragrant, warm liquid, she observed the pedestrians and the houses across the street.
There's nothing abnormal. There aren't even any fights or burglaries … This is a place where the rich live. The security is hundreds of times better than East Borough … Heh, I can even see a Feysac. He's really tall and strong, like a bear. He even has companions … Haha, are they people with Intis? Their clothes are really exaggerated. It's like they're performing in a stage play … Baekeland lives up to its name as the capital of the world. I can meet so many foreigners … Fors gradually forgot her goal as she opened her notebook and began recording material.
After finishing her coffee, she circled the streets again and left without gaining anything. She planned on coming back on Thursday.
…
After receiving Edwina's reply from Reinette Tinekerr, Klein watched his messenger disappear and confirmed that she hadn't asked for any more gold coins.
From the looks of it, using gold coins as a ritual material is quite effective … He smiled smugly as he opened the letter and scanned through it.
Seeing that he didn't gain anything, he planned on continuing his stroll on the streets in search of opportunities for real acting to put the principles he had previously concluded into practice.
At this moment, he heard knocking on the door. The visitor was Captain Erland.
"I was just about to look for you," Klein calmly opened the door.
Erland chuckled and said, "There's no need.
As long as you use your identity to register, I'll know where you stay. "
The governor-general's office and the military have pretty good control over the hotel … Klein nodded without a word.
Erland turned his body halfway and pointed down the aisle.
"I'll bring you to meet someone.
"The White Agate is about to return to Pritz Harbor. If you need any help or have any information, you can seek him out. We've always been generous in terms of payment. "
This was what Klein had previously mentioned to him.
"Alright." Klein reached for the coat rack.
After dressing up, Erland led him all the way to Amyris Leaf Bar and walked to a corner.
…
In the basement of Amyris Leaf Bar.
Wormtongue Mithor King looked at Strongman Ozil and said, "That's right.
"Have you already gathered the latest information on Blazing Dhaniz?"
"Yes." Ozil smiled and said, "Last week, Blue Eyes Meath saw Blazing Dhaniz mingling with an unknown adventurer."
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