Sharron

"Cold."

Even though she only said one word, Lorry could hear a slight tremor in Fors's voice and reached out to cup her hand.

The warm sensation spread from her palms throughout her body, instantly putting her at ease. She knew she wasn't alone; there were trustworthy people there too.

He was lying right next to me... Fors murmured to himself, listening to the breathing just a few centimeters away, his face flushing uncontrollably.

"You, um... what are you thinking about?"

She forcibly interrupted her wandering thoughts, deciding to say something to distract herself, lest her rich associative abilities spiral out of control.

Lorry paused for a few seconds before speaking:

"Counting Pound."

Fors exclaimed in bewilderment, "Huh?"

Why count them?

"In the field of Psychology, this is a good way to distract oneself," Lorry explained honestly, his voice slightly hoarse than usual.

To divert attention... Fors blinked her blue eyes, her smile wide and bright.

She tickled Lorry's palm a few times with her fingers. "That novel only needs two more stories from the last night, I want to hear you tell them."

Lorry was silent for a few seconds, then readily agreed:

"... good."

Inside Luxury Suite at the King's Inn.

Fors lay on the Easy Chair on the Balcony, enjoying the evening breeze, sipping her "Golden Sunlight" drink with lemon slices and ice through a straw.

"The taste is really good... I might consider buying some to stock up at home..."

After thinking it over, she glanced back at the Washroom and listened to the faint sound of water coming from inside. A look of confusion appeared on her fair face.

It's weird. The weather wasn't too hot tonight, and I didn't do much exercise, so I didn't sweat much. Why would someone rush to take a shower as soon as they walk in the door...?

Lost in thought, Fors suddenly felt a daze and saw the familiar thick Gray Fog and the figure of the "Fool" perched high in the center of the Gray Fog.

A scene naturally came to mind:

A figure shrouded in mist is praying fervently, hoping that a member of Backlund can help deliver a letter.

The reward is fifty pounds.

Fifty pounds for delivering a letter? Mr. World is really generous... It's a pity I'm in the Southern Continent, otherwise I could have Hugh help deliver it... Hmm, I'll give her thirty pounds, that way I can make a net profit of twenty pounds without doing anything... Fors thought regretfully, and quickly held a prayer while he was alone.

Meanwhile, in a boundless Gray Fog World.

Klein sat at the head of the Bronze Long Table, radiating his Spirituality as he gently touched the Crimson Star that symbolized the "Magician" lady.

Then, the Mask of her prayer materialized:

"Dear Mr. Fool, please convey my regret to Mr. World: I am currently traveling in the Southern Continent and am not in Backlund."

"Hmm... If Mr. 'World's' needs haven't been met by the time I return, I think I can accept the commission myself."

While traveling in the Southern Continent, Klein carefully observed the place where the "Magician" was located and found that it was completely different from the style of the Loen Kingdom.

On Monday they were still in Backlund, and today is Thursday, they're already in the Southern Continent. Does the "Magician" possess a kind of Spirit World Traversal ability?

Of course, I know it definitely wasn't her, her teacher or "friend".

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But no matter what, the teacher's high regard and the "friend's" care are both things to be envied.

When will I have a teacher or "friend" like that? Klein quipped to himself, then sent the image of "the world" praying to another Crimson Star.

Its corresponding Tarot Card designation is "The Moon".

A moment later.

Klein let out a silent sigh:

"What do you mean it's too sunny to go out lately? If you're so capable, why don't you just stay away from the Harvest Church? You ultimate homebody Vampire!"

He hesitated for five seconds between increasing his pay by fifty pounds and increasing it by thirty pounds, and finally decided to use divination to avoid unnecessary expenses.

A minute later, Klein controlled "the world" to pray again, raising the reward to seventy pounds, which was gladly accepted by a certain Vampire.

He breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the Real World, and continued his journey to the "City of Generosity," Bayam, to contact Mr. Azik the next day to return to the Black Death.

After spending two enjoyable days with Fors on the Southern Continent, and having one last dinner together, Lorry used a simulated "Teleportation" to take her back to Backlund.

After several transfers, the two figures gradually emerged in the Living Room of the rented house in the Cherwood Borough, only to find that neither the person nor the dog was home.

"That Hugh guy, he's just treating Albert like a laborer..." Fors laughed, putting down the huge pile of local specialties he was carrying and turning on the Gas Lamp.

I'll organize them, then take a shower and work on the manuscript.

"And you?"

"Let's tidy them up together first," Lorry said casually, squatting down opposite the woman to help. "Then let's try our luck in the South Bridge District."

He planned to visit the "Bravehearts" bar to try and reach out to the Temperance Faction and see if he could broker a mutually beneficial deal.

The Temperance Faction definitely needs the "Wraith" trait.

The only risk for him is that the other party may not be able to provide the Beyonder Characteristic of the "Desire Apostle" that he needs.

As for Klein, Lorry wasn't too worried. His clone was in the Southern Continent, and he could find an opportunity to kill another "Wraith."

In any case, the transaction process for three parties has always been cumbersome and lengthy.

I have plenty of time to manage things.

After spending about twenty minutes packing up his things, Lorry was just about to leave when Hugh and Albert returned.

Now Fors wasn't in a hurry to shower or finish her manuscript. She eagerly pulled her friend over and enthusiastically shared her experiences from the past two days in the Southern Continent.

Albert lay on the ground, curiously pricking up his ears to listen.

Lorry smiled, didn't disturb them, turned around and left quietly, hailing a Hired Carriage and heading straight for the "Bravehearts" bar.

"Time flies, several months have passed in the blink of an eye..." Lorry stood on the street opposite the bar, silently sighing to himself.

If history hadn't gone astray, Kaspars, who sold him the Revolver last time, would have been dead long ago, and the new black market arms dealer would be Ian.

That big boy who had a lot of dealings with Detective Klein.

Lorry sighed, having no intention of going in. He took out the "Wraith" ability from his pocket, briefly released the seal, and immediately turned and left.

He walked along the street, booked a temporary room at the first Inn he saw, then took the key and went up to the second floor, where he sat by the window and waited quietly.

Suddenly, the indoor temperature dropped sharply.

The windowpane reflected a woman with delicate and beautiful features, wearing a Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat.

She watched quietly as the guests admired the night view, a hint of hesitation appearing in her azure eyes.