East Side, inside a two-bedroom rental house.
Klein took the reply from the witch Triss from Miss Courier Renette Nicole, pulled a chair and sat down, and opened it to read.
This is to know Mr. Door's existence, and to have a way to talk to that person through the bloodline of the Abraham family... Triss can already bear Mr. Door's call for help, and isn't he afraid of losing control because of this?
Moreover, she seemed very sure of Mr. Door's identity... She really gained more knowledge and secrets from the original witch... But if this is the case, why did White Witch Katerina hunt her?
Klein looked at the short content on the letter and questions came to his mind.
Because Tris's vaguely mentioned things are within his understanding, he believes that the other party has not lie in this regard and does provide a very feasible solution.
Of course, the premise for this method to be successful is that you have mastered the correct ritual and have the corresponding things from the descendants of the Abraham family as a medium, and are willing to bear great risks.
Among these three points, Klein lacks the first point and still has considerable doubts about the third point, trying to find a safer way to hide himself, while the witch Triss seems to have only a second point.
For me, the blood descendants of the Abraham family are easy to find. They can be contacted directly through the "Magician". However, once their hair, blood, flesh and bones are given to the witch Tris, they will be risked to be cursed... Klein is quite familiar with the witch's path and knows that they are very good at cursing.
As his thoughts quickly turned, he gradually had a countermeasure, which was to use the dead's hair, rotten flesh or bones.
He remembered Miss Magician mentioned to Fools that she once buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the blood of the Abraham family.
Hope it is not cremation... Although this is a bit of a blasphemy, dialogue with Mr. "The Door" is also a necessary procedure to lift the ancient curse of the Abraham family. It is better to use the dead than to implicate the living... At that time, this is attached to the reply to Tris, and it is a requirement to provide a ritual medium for the descendants of the Abraham family...
Also, it is necessary to confirm that Tris wants to talk to Mr. "Gate" instead of trying to pull him back to the real world... They are either high-ranking or involve high-ranking people, and it is difficult to get effective revelation by using the method of "divination". However, the Great Emperor said that the return ceremony required by Mr. "Gate" is very complicated, and it is definitely not something that can be arranged by a small number of descendants of blood. You can ask the "Mysterious Queen" and Miss Sharon to monitor the Beckland underground trading market to see if there are any abnormal materials and personnel flows... Klein nodded slightly and decided to go to Miss Magic to wait a moment and urge her manuscript.
…………
North District, Pestfield Street.
On a sidewalk chair, a young man wearing a black windbreaker, a silk top hat, a thin face and a wide forehead were sitting there, staring at the Intis sycamore tree with yellow leaves floating in the air.
He wore a crystal-carved monocle glasses at his right eye, which looked quite gentle.
At this time, an old man who went to St. Samuel's church passed by. Seeing that he was in a wrong state, he stopped and asked softly:
Young man, what are you worried about?For what is lost in this war?
He suspected that the other party's relatives, lovers, and friends died in the previous air raid or in the fierce battle on the front line, so he sat on the street with a confused expression.
The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle glasses, sighed and shook his head:
I'm just thinking about some more complex issues.
Are you a philosopher?The old man was stunned for a moment and blurted out.
No, but I often ask philosophical questions to others, like who I am, where I am, where I am, where I will go.The young man smiled calmly, continued to think about himself, and whispered almost silently from time to time.
The old man was really unable to understand, so he had to shake his head and slowly leave under the gaze of wild dogs beside the road, sparrows on the tree, ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.
The young man did not turn his head, and the monocle of glasses reflected falling yellow leaves, muttering to himself:
Parasitism... No parasitism... Parasitism... No parasitism...
Look at the bait... Swallow the bait... Look at the bait... Swallow the bait...
…………
After getting the remains of Lawrence from Magician Forth and seeing the Tassock newspaper start serializing the horror legend of Beckland Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting and promised to send Miss Magician to a new place next week to record new scenery and folk customs.
In the blink of an eye, the new week is coming, and Klein has had lunch and plans to take a nap to prepare for the three-hour tarot meeting.
At this moment, Renette Nicole, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, walked out of the depths of the void, one of which bites a linen bag.
Who sent it?Klein suddenly had some inexplicable and complicated premonition, and he didn't reach out to receive the bag that the messenger was holding.
Renette Nicole's three free heads spoke one after another:
Mutation...... Real...
The mushroom... king...
This series of modifiers... I probably understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself without showing a grinning expression and slowly took over the bag.
After taking apart the bag, he saw a large number of devils, no, mushrooms.
Some of them are white and plump, as if they will spew milk out with a poke, some are black as the base, inlaid with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns, and some are covered with golden stars, with a squid cover as big as a palm...
At this time, these mushrooms were still squirming slightly, as if they wanted to spread mycelium, spores, etc.
Klein swallowed, picked up a letter surrounded by the mushrooms, and read:
My dear friend German:
I finally completed your instructions and invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark and harsh environments. They rely on the flesh and blood of the monsters to grow and reproduce without any other conditions...
Their offspring is divided into two categories. One will accumulate various toxicities and cannot be eaten, but can be used as a source of toxins. The other can be used as food as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried, and fried at high temperature. It must be remembered that it cannot be eaten raw and cannot be eaten when it is not cooked, otherwise they will reproduce in your body and use your flesh and blood as a breeding ground...
Considering the taste combination, I have invented eleven types of mushrooms, some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, and some are like beef. Haha, there is no need to provide additional fat when frying them, and some are delicate like fish, but there are no spikes. My suggestion is to roast or cook...
All the results of this cannot be separated from your help. If I had not been promoted to a "druid", it might have taken several years, or even more than ten years, to solve the various problems encountered in the experiment...
If you have any ideas that suit me, be sure to share with me, your forever friend, Frank Lee.
Klein held the letter paper and was silent for a while. He raised his head but found that Miss Messenger was still waiting.
... He sighed silently, walked to the front of the desk, flipped out the paper and pen, and slowly wrote:
…I’m glad you’ve been successful, these mushrooms have helped me a lot and they will effectively reduce famine in some areas…
...I am currently busy with some things and don't have any novel enough ideas for the time being...
...Your friend, Germansparo...
After folding the letter paper, Klein looked at the courier lady and asked hesitantly:
How is Frank Lee's current state?
The head that Renette Nicole, who had not been able to speak before, spoke first:
Excited...
The other three add in sequence:
Active... happy... satisfied...
Then the four heads said:
No longer... afraid... buried... in the soil...
Why?Klein subconsciously asked.
The four blonde and red-eyed heads that Renette Nicole spit out word by word:
He... can... absorb... from the soil...
The nutrients and oxygen...
After Frank became a druid, he did indeed have a considerable evolution... Klein didn't know whether to be happy for his friends or to observe silence for the crew of the Future.
Watching Miss Messenger leave, Klein forced himself to fall asleep in a meditation manner, then woke up at 2:30 p.m. to prepare for the week's Tarot party.
When it was three o'clock, deep red lights rose from the ancient palace above the gray fog, solidifying into corresponding figures.
Justice Audrey then stood up, lifted her skirt and bowed to the top of the bronze table:
Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Follower’~
As a senior psychologist, she has a strong ability to regulate her mood, and she did not encounter anything this week. She mainly raises donations, contacts pharmaceutical factories, and organizes volunteer medical staff.
However, compared with the past, the feeling of lightness and pleasure she brought with her greetings was significantly weakened.
Fool Crane nodded gently, responded to the greetings of the members of the Tarot congregation, and then turned her eyes to the Hermit.
He still owes the lady eight questions.
The Hermit, Gadriya, buried her head and spoke with a perfect attitude:
Dear Mr. Fool, this time there are still two questions.
After receiving the approval, she continued:
The first question is, what are the current states of the demons in the ‘Abyss’?
The mysterious queen first suspects that the emperor's tomb is hidden in the abyss... This is consistent with the emperor's ideas, and he is worthy of being his own... Unfortunately, there is no people there that can be driven... The fool Klein said a few words in his heart, and his expression responded without changing:
In the current "Abyss", even most demons cannot survive.
Klein took the reply from the witch Triss from Miss Courier Renette Nicole, pulled a chair and sat down, and opened it to read.
This is to know Mr. Door's existence, and to have a way to talk to that person through the bloodline of the Abraham family... Triss can already bear Mr. Door's call for help, and isn't he afraid of losing control because of this?
Moreover, she seemed very sure of Mr. Door's identity... She really gained more knowledge and secrets from the original witch... But if this is the case, why did White Witch Katerina hunt her?
Klein looked at the short content on the letter and questions came to his mind.
Because Tris's vaguely mentioned things are within his understanding, he believes that the other party has not lie in this regard and does provide a very feasible solution.
Of course, the premise for this method to be successful is that you have mastered the correct ritual and have the corresponding things from the descendants of the Abraham family as a medium, and are willing to bear great risks.
Among these three points, Klein lacks the first point and still has considerable doubts about the third point, trying to find a safer way to hide himself, while the witch Triss seems to have only a second point.
For me, the blood descendants of the Abraham family are easy to find. They can be contacted directly through the "Magician". However, once their hair, blood, flesh and bones are given to the witch Tris, they will be risked to be cursed... Klein is quite familiar with the witch's path and knows that they are very good at cursing.
As his thoughts quickly turned, he gradually had a countermeasure, which was to use the dead's hair, rotten flesh or bones.
He remembered Miss Magician mentioned to Fools that she once buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the blood of the Abraham family.
Hope it is not cremation... Although this is a bit of a blasphemy, dialogue with Mr. "The Door" is also a necessary procedure to lift the ancient curse of the Abraham family. It is better to use the dead than to implicate the living... At that time, this is attached to the reply to Tris, and it is a requirement to provide a ritual medium for the descendants of the Abraham family...
Also, it is necessary to confirm that Tris wants to talk to Mr. "Gate" instead of trying to pull him back to the real world... They are either high-ranking or involve high-ranking people, and it is difficult to get effective revelation by using the method of "divination". However, the Great Emperor said that the return ceremony required by Mr. "Gate" is very complicated, and it is definitely not something that can be arranged by a small number of descendants of blood. You can ask the "Mysterious Queen" and Miss Sharon to monitor the Beckland underground trading market to see if there are any abnormal materials and personnel flows... Klein nodded slightly and decided to go to Miss Magic to wait a moment and urge her manuscript.
…………
North District, Pestfield Street.
On a sidewalk chair, a young man wearing a black windbreaker, a silk top hat, a thin face and a wide forehead were sitting there, staring at the Intis sycamore tree with yellow leaves floating in the air.
He wore a crystal-carved monocle glasses at his right eye, which looked quite gentle.
At this time, an old man who went to St. Samuel's church passed by. Seeing that he was in a wrong state, he stopped and asked softly:
Young man, what are you worried about?For what is lost in this war?
He suspected that the other party's relatives, lovers, and friends died in the previous air raid or in the fierce battle on the front line, so he sat on the street with a confused expression.
The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle glasses, sighed and shook his head:
I'm just thinking about some more complex issues.
Are you a philosopher?The old man was stunned for a moment and blurted out.
No, but I often ask philosophical questions to others, like who I am, where I am, where I am, where I will go.The young man smiled calmly, continued to think about himself, and whispered almost silently from time to time.
The old man was really unable to understand, so he had to shake his head and slowly leave under the gaze of wild dogs beside the road, sparrows on the tree, ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.
The young man did not turn his head, and the monocle of glasses reflected falling yellow leaves, muttering to himself:
Parasitism... No parasitism... Parasitism... No parasitism...
Look at the bait... Swallow the bait... Look at the bait... Swallow the bait...
…………
After getting the remains of Lawrence from Magician Forth and seeing the Tassock newspaper start serializing the horror legend of Beckland Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting and promised to send Miss Magician to a new place next week to record new scenery and folk customs.
In the blink of an eye, the new week is coming, and Klein has had lunch and plans to take a nap to prepare for the three-hour tarot meeting.
At this moment, Renette Nicole, carrying four blonde and red-eyed heads, walked out of the depths of the void, one of which bites a linen bag.
Who sent it?Klein suddenly had some inexplicable and complicated premonition, and he didn't reach out to receive the bag that the messenger was holding.
Renette Nicole's three free heads spoke one after another:
Mutation...... Real...
The mushroom... king...
This series of modifiers... I probably understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself without showing a grinning expression and slowly took over the bag.
After taking apart the bag, he saw a large number of devils, no, mushrooms.
Some of them are white and plump, as if they will spew milk out with a poke, some are black as the base, inlaid with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns, and some are covered with golden stars, with a squid cover as big as a palm...
At this time, these mushrooms were still squirming slightly, as if they wanted to spread mycelium, spores, etc.
Klein swallowed, picked up a letter surrounded by the mushrooms, and read:
My dear friend German:
I finally completed your instructions and invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark and harsh environments. They rely on the flesh and blood of the monsters to grow and reproduce without any other conditions...
Their offspring is divided into two categories. One will accumulate various toxicities and cannot be eaten, but can be used as a source of toxins. The other can be used as food as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried, and fried at high temperature. It must be remembered that it cannot be eaten raw and cannot be eaten when it is not cooked, otherwise they will reproduce in your body and use your flesh and blood as a breeding ground...
Considering the taste combination, I have invented eleven types of mushrooms, some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, and some are like beef. Haha, there is no need to provide additional fat when frying them, and some are delicate like fish, but there are no spikes. My suggestion is to roast or cook...
All the results of this cannot be separated from your help. If I had not been promoted to a "druid", it might have taken several years, or even more than ten years, to solve the various problems encountered in the experiment...
If you have any ideas that suit me, be sure to share with me, your forever friend, Frank Lee.
Klein held the letter paper and was silent for a while. He raised his head but found that Miss Messenger was still waiting.
... He sighed silently, walked to the front of the desk, flipped out the paper and pen, and slowly wrote:
…I’m glad you’ve been successful, these mushrooms have helped me a lot and they will effectively reduce famine in some areas…
...I am currently busy with some things and don't have any novel enough ideas for the time being...
...Your friend, Germansparo...
After folding the letter paper, Klein looked at the courier lady and asked hesitantly:
How is Frank Lee's current state?
The head that Renette Nicole, who had not been able to speak before, spoke first:
Excited...
The other three add in sequence:
Active... happy... satisfied...
Then the four heads said:
No longer... afraid... buried... in the soil...
Why?Klein subconsciously asked.
The four blonde and red-eyed heads that Renette Nicole spit out word by word:
He... can... absorb... from the soil...
The nutrients and oxygen...
After Frank became a druid, he did indeed have a considerable evolution... Klein didn't know whether to be happy for his friends or to observe silence for the crew of the Future.
Watching Miss Messenger leave, Klein forced himself to fall asleep in a meditation manner, then woke up at 2:30 p.m. to prepare for the week's Tarot party.
When it was three o'clock, deep red lights rose from the ancient palace above the gray fog, solidifying into corresponding figures.
Justice Audrey then stood up, lifted her skirt and bowed to the top of the bronze table:
Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Follower’~
As a senior psychologist, she has a strong ability to regulate her mood, and she did not encounter anything this week. She mainly raises donations, contacts pharmaceutical factories, and organizes volunteer medical staff.
However, compared with the past, the feeling of lightness and pleasure she brought with her greetings was significantly weakened.
Fool Crane nodded gently, responded to the greetings of the members of the Tarot congregation, and then turned her eyes to the Hermit.
He still owes the lady eight questions.
The Hermit, Gadriya, buried her head and spoke with a perfect attitude:
Dear Mr. Fool, this time there are still two questions.
After receiving the approval, she continued:
The first question is, what are the current states of the demons in the ‘Abyss’?
The mysterious queen first suspects that the emperor's tomb is hidden in the abyss... This is consistent with the emperor's ideas, and he is worthy of being his own... Unfortunately, there is no people there that can be driven... The fool Klein said a few words in his heart, and his expression responded without changing:
In the current "Abyss", even most demons cannot survive.
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