In Tingen in early September, the weather has changed from cool to slightly cold, but the sunshine at three or four o'clock in the afternoon still makes people feel warm.
Crane passed through the spiritual wall and the convex windows, floating in the air outside the bedroom, looking down at the pedestrians and carriages coming and going on the daffodil street.
Just then, a man wearing gray-blue worker's clothes suddenly looked up and looked over.
Klein was startled and wanted to hide on the spot, but couldn't find the right cover for a moment.
After walking around, he saw that there was no other way, so he tried to get home, but he glanced from the corner of his eyes and saw that the man's eyes just swept through the window on the second floor, and kept following a sparrow, and was finally thrown away regretfully.
In the city of Tingen, birds can be seen occasionally.
Huh... I forgot that ordinary people can't see me at all... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had not fully adapted to his current state.
With confidence in his heart, he lowered his flight altitude and approached the relatively wide street, floating above the pedestrians' heads.
As soon as the distance was closer, Klein immediately found that his gaze was slightly equal to spiritual vision, and there was no need to open it extra, but there was a range limitation.
In addition, in addition to the aura and emotional color, he also vaguely sensed the existence of every pedestrian soul, hazy and illusory and transparent.
Now in my state, I seem to be able to directly pass through my body and attack my soul... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He circled around, preparing to test the limit speed, so he flew hard towards the Iron Cross.
Not long after, he stopped and returned to the outside of the apartment he originally lived in.
It should be as fast as an ordinary car in his previous life, the kind that runs on highways normally... Unfortunately, Ah cannot enter and exit the spiritual world freely, otherwise it will be perfect... However, if you get lost in the spiritual world, the consequences are said to be very serious... Klein felt his mood became depressed, dark, and indescribable depression as soon as he finished his self-assessment.
He looked around and saw that it was covered with dark colors that normal people could not see and the sun could not dispel. The remaining emotions such as numbness, despair, and pain were layered together, as if they were substance.
Just like what I experienced with inspiration after I was promoted to the "Divider" last time, the middle and lower streets of Iron Cross Street have never changed... I don't know how many years have it been accumulated to such depression and darkness... Klein sighed and flew to the third floor.
Here, he finally felt the sunshine and got rid of his low mood.
Klein flew along the Lower Street, and from time to time, he could see residents with torn clothes, numb expressions, and malnutrition. He even encountered two normal deaths, both of which were long-term hunger, poor health, and suddenly contracted diseases.
I don't know how many people will die here in pain every month, but bankrupt farmers and former slaves from the South Continent will soon fill their positions... Klein breathed silently, changed directions, and flew towards the South District.
There is an industrial area of Tingen City, with steel plants, lead-white factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal manufacturing factories, machinery manufacturing factories waiting for you to be next to me and I am next to you.
As he flew, Klein saw the towering chimney-type iron furnace, the dust filled with it, and the thick gray that was only a little better than the Lower Street.
This place is filled with fatigue, pain, pessimism, numbness and other emotions. Workers in their thirties belong to the minority.
Just as Klein was about to lower his height and carefully observe the area, he suddenly felt weak, weak from the inside out.
My spirituality can no longer support this state... Klein was shocked and rushed back home first, and then thought of a better possibility.
I was summoned, and after the summoning, I naturally returned!
He calmed down his mind, carefully sensed his own state and surrounding environment, and found that some place, which was infinitely high and infinitely close, had a subtle connection with him.
Following this connection, Klein tightly wrapped the Yangyan Talisman and gave the strong intention of ending the summoning.
A huge and terrifying suction came, and his transparent and almost invisible figure jumped with it and disappeared into the material world.
…………
The boundless gray and white mist was filled with silence, and the illusory and still deep red stars were flashing. Klein appeared again in the towering palace like a giant residence, and appeared on the head of the ancient and mottled bronze table.
This is the whole process...and... Klein looked at his spiritual body in surprise, and saw a warm and pure thin piece of gold wrapped inside.
Yangyan Talisman!
As expected, I used my own way to bring real matter into the fog!He couldn't hide his smile and took out the talisman and played it over and over again, confirming that this was not a virtual product that was revealed.
Klein stood up, walked a few steps with confidence, and thought with anticipation:
Sure enough, materials and items can also enter this mysterious space!
As long as you can find the right solution!
However, this method is relatively complicated and requires a turnaround to achieve the goal. It is always "summoned" by members, which will damage the image of "fool". Only I can use it myself, or after learning more, design a spell that summons "fool's relatives" but also points to me...
...Am I born with a coolie? Why do the spells have to point to myself? At that time, I can get a "family" similar to a messenger but more special, and it can receive and give materials...
Klein was full of thoughts and had one idea after another, but due to his strength and knowledge level, it was not possible to achieve it for the time being.
The weakness became even worse, and Klein dared not stay any longer, wrapped himself in his spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling into the fog.
In a blink of an eye, he returned to the bedroom and saw the bright sunshine shining through the gap in the curtain.
He examined himself and confirmed that the Yangyan Talisman was not brought out and left on the gray fog.
Wait for me to have a good rest, and repeat the previous summoning ceremony in the early morning to bring the "Yang Yan Talisman" back to the real world... Alas, if the state just now could last longer, I could check the houses with red chimneys faster. Unfortunately, it is not possible at the moment. I just flew for a while and checked a few, I would probably have to return to the gray fog and rest for a long time, and the efficiency was also inefficient.Klein walked to the desk and extinguished the quietly burning candle.
After packing up his belongings, he did not immediately remove the spiritual wall, but sat down, took out the paper and pen, and began to write a letter to Mr. Azk!
After writing, Dear Sir, I looked up and thought about it for a few minutes, Klein finished writing:
...I recently received an intelligence that Lieutenant General of Hurricane Zillingers, one of the seven pirate generals, sneaked into Beckland, who was carrying a magical item called 'Cramp Hunger', which could provide a abilities similar to 'Shepherd', which was a Sequence 5 Extraordinary One who devoured different souls and obtained a capability. It is said that the number of souls they grazed at the same time was limited, but could be replaced...
…Zirlingus has many extraordinary abilities, and I don’t know what he wants to do in Beckland…Information shows that this may involve a very important and magical item that is enough to make Zillingus a high-sequence power, or an item comparable to a high-sequence power…
Klein roughly described Zillingers' affairs with the help of fictional intelligence sources. Anyway, he believed that Mr. Azker would not be able to find a person at the Captain of the Night to verify.
Here, he did not ask for help directly, and seemed to mention it casually, asking the other party to be careful.
Regardless of whether Mr. Azke will be asked for help in the future, it would be better to lay the groundwork first!
If there really is one day, it will not appear abrupt!
Klein breathed slowly and began to write the main contents of the letter:
The mastermind behind the scenes has not taken any further action, and I still have no relevant clues.
I contacted you rashly, mainly to ask you about the knowledge of the "sacrificial ceremony". I encountered something similar in a recent mission...
With the description of the Sun, and getting Mr. Azke's answer to compare... I should be able to try the sacrifice ceremony, and in turn it is a gift... This will be more suitable for the exchange of materials and objects than the ritual of my own summoning myself... Well, I hope Mr. Azke remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down his pen, without a signature.
There was only one bronze whistle, and he was sure that Mr. Azke would not make the mistake of sender.
So, Klein is more careful and keeps his name.
After folding the letter paper, he looked at the floor height of about three meters, and he took the copper whistle from the bed with a little hesitation.
Just in time, let it squat and receive the letter!Klein emphasized in his heart, raised his right hand, put the copper whistle to his mouth, bulged his cheeks, and blew hard.
The copper whistle made no sound, but Klein felt the surroundings instantly become cold.
He turned on his spiritual vision and saw one fountain after another of the hazy lusters of bones gushing out from the desk, surging higher and higher.
These bones quickly aggregated into an illusory and huge monster, and its head penetrated into the spiritual wall and stretched out where it reached.
Looking at the bone's thighs and body in front of him, looking at the drooping arms, and spreading his right palm, Klein twitched the corners of his mouth and threw the folded letter paper upwards.
The white bones swept away the huge palm and held the letter firmly.
At this time, Crane picked up the copper whistle again without hesitation and blew it.
The monster collapsed in an instant, turned into white bones and fell onto the desk, and penetrated in illusoryly, disappearing.
After doing all this, Klein lifted the spiritual wall and staggered towards the coat rack in the sudden blew up the wind, putting the copper whistle back to its original place.
Then, he rushed to the edge of the bed and fell head-on.
His body had just touched the soft bed and he fell asleep.
Crane passed through the spiritual wall and the convex windows, floating in the air outside the bedroom, looking down at the pedestrians and carriages coming and going on the daffodil street.
Just then, a man wearing gray-blue worker's clothes suddenly looked up and looked over.
Klein was startled and wanted to hide on the spot, but couldn't find the right cover for a moment.
After walking around, he saw that there was no other way, so he tried to get home, but he glanced from the corner of his eyes and saw that the man's eyes just swept through the window on the second floor, and kept following a sparrow, and was finally thrown away regretfully.
In the city of Tingen, birds can be seen occasionally.
Huh... I forgot that ordinary people can't see me at all... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he had not fully adapted to his current state.
With confidence in his heart, he lowered his flight altitude and approached the relatively wide street, floating above the pedestrians' heads.
As soon as the distance was closer, Klein immediately found that his gaze was slightly equal to spiritual vision, and there was no need to open it extra, but there was a range limitation.
In addition, in addition to the aura and emotional color, he also vaguely sensed the existence of every pedestrian soul, hazy and illusory and transparent.
Now in my state, I seem to be able to directly pass through my body and attack my soul... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He circled around, preparing to test the limit speed, so he flew hard towards the Iron Cross.
Not long after, he stopped and returned to the outside of the apartment he originally lived in.
It should be as fast as an ordinary car in his previous life, the kind that runs on highways normally... Unfortunately, Ah cannot enter and exit the spiritual world freely, otherwise it will be perfect... However, if you get lost in the spiritual world, the consequences are said to be very serious... Klein felt his mood became depressed, dark, and indescribable depression as soon as he finished his self-assessment.
He looked around and saw that it was covered with dark colors that normal people could not see and the sun could not dispel. The remaining emotions such as numbness, despair, and pain were layered together, as if they were substance.
Just like what I experienced with inspiration after I was promoted to the "Divider" last time, the middle and lower streets of Iron Cross Street have never changed... I don't know how many years have it been accumulated to such depression and darkness... Klein sighed and flew to the third floor.
Here, he finally felt the sunshine and got rid of his low mood.
Klein flew along the Lower Street, and from time to time, he could see residents with torn clothes, numb expressions, and malnutrition. He even encountered two normal deaths, both of which were long-term hunger, poor health, and suddenly contracted diseases.
I don't know how many people will die here in pain every month, but bankrupt farmers and former slaves from the South Continent will soon fill their positions... Klein breathed silently, changed directions, and flew towards the South District.
There is an industrial area of Tingen City, with steel plants, lead-white factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal manufacturing factories, machinery manufacturing factories waiting for you to be next to me and I am next to you.
As he flew, Klein saw the towering chimney-type iron furnace, the dust filled with it, and the thick gray that was only a little better than the Lower Street.
This place is filled with fatigue, pain, pessimism, numbness and other emotions. Workers in their thirties belong to the minority.
Just as Klein was about to lower his height and carefully observe the area, he suddenly felt weak, weak from the inside out.
My spirituality can no longer support this state... Klein was shocked and rushed back home first, and then thought of a better possibility.
I was summoned, and after the summoning, I naturally returned!
He calmed down his mind, carefully sensed his own state and surrounding environment, and found that some place, which was infinitely high and infinitely close, had a subtle connection with him.
Following this connection, Klein tightly wrapped the Yangyan Talisman and gave the strong intention of ending the summoning.
A huge and terrifying suction came, and his transparent and almost invisible figure jumped with it and disappeared into the material world.
…………
The boundless gray and white mist was filled with silence, and the illusory and still deep red stars were flashing. Klein appeared again in the towering palace like a giant residence, and appeared on the head of the ancient and mottled bronze table.
This is the whole process...and... Klein looked at his spiritual body in surprise, and saw a warm and pure thin piece of gold wrapped inside.
Yangyan Talisman!
As expected, I used my own way to bring real matter into the fog!He couldn't hide his smile and took out the talisman and played it over and over again, confirming that this was not a virtual product that was revealed.
Klein stood up, walked a few steps with confidence, and thought with anticipation:
Sure enough, materials and items can also enter this mysterious space!
As long as you can find the right solution!
However, this method is relatively complicated and requires a turnaround to achieve the goal. It is always "summoned" by members, which will damage the image of "fool". Only I can use it myself, or after learning more, design a spell that summons "fool's relatives" but also points to me...
...Am I born with a coolie? Why do the spells have to point to myself? At that time, I can get a "family" similar to a messenger but more special, and it can receive and give materials...
Klein was full of thoughts and had one idea after another, but due to his strength and knowledge level, it was not possible to achieve it for the time being.
The weakness became even worse, and Klein dared not stay any longer, wrapped himself in his spirituality, simulated the feeling of falling into the fog.
In a blink of an eye, he returned to the bedroom and saw the bright sunshine shining through the gap in the curtain.
He examined himself and confirmed that the Yangyan Talisman was not brought out and left on the gray fog.
Wait for me to have a good rest, and repeat the previous summoning ceremony in the early morning to bring the "Yang Yan Talisman" back to the real world... Alas, if the state just now could last longer, I could check the houses with red chimneys faster. Unfortunately, it is not possible at the moment. I just flew for a while and checked a few, I would probably have to return to the gray fog and rest for a long time, and the efficiency was also inefficient.Klein walked to the desk and extinguished the quietly burning candle.
After packing up his belongings, he did not immediately remove the spiritual wall, but sat down, took out the paper and pen, and began to write a letter to Mr. Azk!
After writing, Dear Sir, I looked up and thought about it for a few minutes, Klein finished writing:
...I recently received an intelligence that Lieutenant General of Hurricane Zillingers, one of the seven pirate generals, sneaked into Beckland, who was carrying a magical item called 'Cramp Hunger', which could provide a abilities similar to 'Shepherd', which was a Sequence 5 Extraordinary One who devoured different souls and obtained a capability. It is said that the number of souls they grazed at the same time was limited, but could be replaced...
…Zirlingus has many extraordinary abilities, and I don’t know what he wants to do in Beckland…Information shows that this may involve a very important and magical item that is enough to make Zillingus a high-sequence power, or an item comparable to a high-sequence power…
Klein roughly described Zillingers' affairs with the help of fictional intelligence sources. Anyway, he believed that Mr. Azker would not be able to find a person at the Captain of the Night to verify.
Here, he did not ask for help directly, and seemed to mention it casually, asking the other party to be careful.
Regardless of whether Mr. Azke will be asked for help in the future, it would be better to lay the groundwork first!
If there really is one day, it will not appear abrupt!
Klein breathed slowly and began to write the main contents of the letter:
The mastermind behind the scenes has not taken any further action, and I still have no relevant clues.
I contacted you rashly, mainly to ask you about the knowledge of the "sacrificial ceremony". I encountered something similar in a recent mission...
With the description of the Sun, and getting Mr. Azke's answer to compare... I should be able to try the sacrifice ceremony, and in turn it is a gift... This will be more suitable for the exchange of materials and objects than the ritual of my own summoning myself... Well, I hope Mr. Azke remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down his pen, without a signature.
There was only one bronze whistle, and he was sure that Mr. Azke would not make the mistake of sender.
So, Klein is more careful and keeps his name.
After folding the letter paper, he looked at the floor height of about three meters, and he took the copper whistle from the bed with a little hesitation.
Just in time, let it squat and receive the letter!Klein emphasized in his heart, raised his right hand, put the copper whistle to his mouth, bulged his cheeks, and blew hard.
The copper whistle made no sound, but Klein felt the surroundings instantly become cold.
He turned on his spiritual vision and saw one fountain after another of the hazy lusters of bones gushing out from the desk, surging higher and higher.
These bones quickly aggregated into an illusory and huge monster, and its head penetrated into the spiritual wall and stretched out where it reached.
Looking at the bone's thighs and body in front of him, looking at the drooping arms, and spreading his right palm, Klein twitched the corners of his mouth and threw the folded letter paper upwards.
The white bones swept away the huge palm and held the letter firmly.
At this time, Crane picked up the copper whistle again without hesitation and blew it.
The monster collapsed in an instant, turned into white bones and fell onto the desk, and penetrated in illusoryly, disappearing.
After doing all this, Klein lifted the spiritual wall and staggered towards the coat rack in the sudden blew up the wind, putting the copper whistle back to its original place.
Then, he rushed to the edge of the bed and fell head-on.
His body had just touched the soft bed and he fell asleep.
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