"Dear Mr. Azik:
"Since the beginning of September, the temperature in Backlund has been dropping day by day, and recently, you can already see elderly people wearing gloves when they go out."
"Just like last year, fog has begun to blanket the city, sometimes for one or two days a week, or even more. It's clear that tackling air pollution is not something that can be accomplished in a year or two; it will take at least five years. On the bright side, the pungent smell in the air has lessened considerably, and my Sanguine friends are very satisfied with the weather."
"Another welcome change is that more and more students, postmen, and technicians are buying bicycles, and the number of horse-drawn carriages on the streets has decreased significantly. This means that horse manure and its pervasive smell have fallen out of the ranks of the main contributors to Backlund's air quality. Of course, they still occupy a very important position. You know, those gentlemen and ladies who consider themselves to be of high status will not lower their standards casually. However, from what I've observed, the little ones in their families are gradually becoming interested in bicycles."
"During this time, I have been living a normal life, going to Saint Samuel Cathedral and the ' Loen Charity Bursary Foundation ' several times a week, participating in their activities, donating cash regularly, occasionally watching horse races, theatrical performances, appreciating symphonies, playing cards and golf at clubs, and hosting or attending banquets, dances and salons on weekends."
"I forgot to tell you, I've bought an estate. It originally belonged to the Duke Negan and is called ' Megro.' It has its own fine vineyards and wineries, as well as a large area of woodland and fields for planting and hunting. Its main house is a square with one long side missing. It has four floors and a lot of rooms. I wandered around inside for a while and walked more than 10,000 steps without even leaving the hall. It also has a lot of sculptures, paintings, decorations and exquisite tableware. It's as magnificent as a palace."
"Perhaps my description is a bit exaggerated. After all, I have never seen a real palace. This is the first manor I own. I still remember when I Tingen, my brother, sister and I lived in a rented room with only two rooms, and we had to fall asleep every day smelling coal."
"This was introduced by Major General Qonas Kilgor. It cost me a total of 20,000 gold pounds. You don't need to worry about my finances. I made a lot of money in the Southern Continent and sold some magical items. I currently have more than 17,000 pounds in cash, 15,000 pounds in gold bars, as well as a lot of gold coins, Soli, and pennies."
"I am quite satisfied with the Megro Manor. I have appointed my former personal valet, Richardson, as the manor's butler. It is now autumn, and I will soon be inviting guests there for a pleasant weekend. I hope Richardson is ready."
"The mysterious world of Backlund remains unchanged for now; may it stay this way forever."
"The ' Magic Mirror ' I mentioned before has been restored, but it seems to have left behind post-traumatic stress disorder for Amon. Whenever I mention the relevant things in the questions, it will automatically change the font color, give the Error answer, and repeatedly ask me to praise him."
"It has also changed its mind about leaving the Church of Steam and seems to have decided to stay a little longer, believing that it would be safer that way. It even wants to reveal its harmfulness and become a 'Level 1' Sealed Artifact. I have to say, its thinking always surprises me."
"Thanks to some of its answers, I found a way to create pure darkness, which is to use the dreamlike Evernight realm runes to create it. This is a response from the ' Evernight Goddess,' and can be categorized as pure. In addition, after countless experiments, I finally mastered the Cogitation inscription of divine symbols today and created the item I wanted."
As he wrote this, Klein, who was sitting on the sofa with his lap as a desk, couldn't help but stop writing and rub his temples.
Each failure meant the loss of one " Worm of Spirit " after another, and each separation of a " Worm of Spirit " was a tearing injury to his spirit, requiring a long period of recovery.
Therefore, in order to leave room for unforeseen circumstances, Klein never pushed himself to the limit. After separating three or four " Worm of Spirit ", he would choose to rest for a few days and start trying to inscribe. He would try and stop, stop and try, until now, he has finally mastered the method and made a finished product.
He glanced at the rectangular "diamond" placed beside him and saw complex symbols extending into the void from the constantly refracting light. His head spun slightly, as if he were witnessing a piece of history.
Let's call it the " Yesterday Once More " spell... Klein looked away and continued writing the letter:
"Another Storm has made landfall in the coastal areas, and the Kingdom's House and Senate have entered their traditional period of important bill discussions. The New Year is approaching and getting louder, which is causing some inexplicable anxiety."
I hope you recover soon and wake up soon.
"Your student forever, Klein Moretti "
Klein put away his pen, folded the letter, and blew the Azik Copper Whistle, summoning the nearly four-meter-tall skeletal messenger.
Unlike before, this messenger only showed its head and one arm; the rest of it was below the floor, on the second floor.
This makes it appear much shorter Klein.
After all, I can now be considered Blessed of " Death " in a somewhat precarious way... Klein handed the letter to the messenger, watching it disintegrate into a waterfall of white bones that burrowed into the ground.
After doing all that, he picked up the " Yesterday Once More " talisman from the sofa armrest.
This is his first successful product, and he plans to use it himself first. Once he has the experience, it will be easier to do it again later.
As for whether it was dangerous to borrow power from his past self, Klein had already Divination above the Gray Fog. He thought that if it involved the real " The Fool " or the owner of the " Door of Light," at least the Gray Fog and the mysterious space could provide some protection.
The Divination result indicated that it was very safe.
After staring at the long, diamond-like rune for a few seconds, Klein no longer hesitated, opened his mouth, and uttered an Ancient Hermes word:
"History!"
He tried in the real world rather than above the Gray Fog because he feared that the mysterious space would block the way back to the past.
As the difficult, awkward sounds echoed, Klein infused his Spirituality into the " Yesterday Once More " spell.
Light, like scattered hair, shone forth, illuminating the surroundings with clarity and purity.
A scene flashed before Klein's eyes, indistinct and vague.
That was him, dancing gracefully with Daly Simone beside Ince Zangwill's body;
That was Dawn Dantès, with his striking graying temples and distinguished presence;
That was Gehrman Sparrow, his top hat gleaming, landing aboard the " Black Tulip " with the favor of the wind.
That was Sherlock Moriarty struggling desperately as the meteorite fell from the sky;
That was Klein Moretti, who summoned "Sunshine" while listening to a baby cry at Blackthorn Security Company;
He was a pale-faced college graduate who had raised a revolver, aimed it at his temple, and was looking down at his own chest.
Further on, all the images disappeared, leaving only a grayish-white mist.
Even after the power of the talisman was exhausted, Klein still couldn't find the end of the mist.
Sure enough, my journey was related to that Gray Fog, that mysterious space, and that strange " Door of Light "... This basically confirmed that I had been sleeping in a cocoon, hanging on the Door of Light, for an unknown period of time... Compared to his state when he first saw the " Door of Light," Klein was quite calm after confirming it, as if he had expected it.
Phew, next I can make two " Yesterday Once More " talismans for Will. These talismans are useless to me... I won't visit his house this week. Going to feed him ice cream every week makes people suspicious; even his maid is giving me strange looks... Also, now that I've mastered the " Cogitation inscription method" of divine symbols, I can start working on making extraordinary bullets using the " Worm of Time." Hmm, Leonard said he'll be going to Tingen in the next few days to see if he can Stealing the power of the Mutated Holy Emblem of the Sun... Klein raised his hand to rub his forehead, got up, and left the sofa.
At a previous Tarot Gathering, Leonard had already handed over four divine symbols and magical insignia given to him by Pallez Zoroast. They all came from the realm of " Marauder." It is said that one can mislead an enemy, causing them to make Error in judgment; another can Stealing the three extraordinary abilities that the target has used before, starting from the most recent one and going back in sequence; one, if it can accurately affect an enemy, can cause them to lose a lot of life force and enter a state of Aging; and one can create " Worm of Time " with short lifespans, which quietly " Parasitism " the target's body and Manipulation by the talisman user.
Klein had already crafted three " Fate Siphon " charms from his remaining seven " Worm of Time," giving one to Miss " Justice " and keeping two for himself. This meant he still had four " Worm of Time " left, enough to try out all four effects. Of course, his intuition told him that he might not be able to successfully create all of them.
As for Leonard's two " Worm of Time," one became the " Fate Siphon " charm. Leonard prayed to Mr. The Fool according to the teachings of "World" Gehrman Sparrow and received a response. The other, with the help of Pallez Zoroast, was made into the " Parasitism " charm.
After a flurry of activity, by evening, Klein had succeeded five times and failed once, obtaining two " Yesterday Once More " charms, one " Parasitize Bullet," one " Deceit Bullet," and one " Deprivation Bullet."
His only failure was with the " Aging Bullet," seemingly because the level of the mysterious spatial power above the Gray Fog that he could currently mobilize was still insufficient.
Looking at the three strange bullets that were similar in appearance and alternated between transparent and translucent, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, took out the " Death Knell " revolver, and stuffed them into it one by one, along with the three " Spirit Control Bullet " he had made earlier.
After tidying up the altar, he left the room, went down to the second floor, entered the dining room, and said to the butler Walter who was standing beside him:
"We can now invite the guests for the weekend hunting trip to the countryside, according to the proposed list."
"Yes, sir." Walter was prepared for this, and remained as serious and proper as ever.
36 Zouteland Street, Tingen City.
Leonard stepped down from the carriage, looking at the rebuilt building with a complicated expression, and for a moment forgot to go inside.