Back in the real world, Klein immediately took out paper and pen and wrote a short letter:
"Investigating the unnamed island that led to the deaths of Green, William, and Pally could begin with Edwards, Benjamin Abraham, and the descendants of the three deceased."
This was a letter to the " Mystery Queen " Bernadette, so Klein didn't write a reason, trusting that she would understand what it meant.
After folding the letter, Klein casually found a stub of candle and began the summoning ritual.
After completing the preliminary steps, he placed the letter on the altar, stepped back two paces, and whispered in Ancient Hermes:
"I!
I summon in my name:
"An invisible being that roams the Upper World, a strange and friendly spirit, a messenger exclusively belonging to Bernadette Gustav."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Klein was suddenly struck by Spirit Intuition and instinctively activated his Spirit Vision.
But he saw nothing.
Then he discovered that the letter that had been placed on the altar was missing.
The messenger of the " Mystery Queen " is quite special... Next time, use the " Spirit Body Threads " visual style... Klein paused for a second, then sighed to himself.
As evening fell, illuminated by the gradually lit gas streetlights, a horse-drawn carriage pulled over at the boundary between the Backlund Bridge Area and the East Borough.
Wearing a long woolen dress and a dark cloak, Fors paid the fare, which had risen to 3 Soli, and stepped down from the carriage. She walked slowly along the shadows of the street, preparing to take a long detour to shake off her imagined pursuers.
After the previous Tarot Gathering, she quickly overcame her Sloth, got ready, and went out to visit her former teachers, classmates, and colleagues one by one.
As for the reason, there's no need to look for it specifically; it's perfectly normal to care about friends and acquaintances who have been attacked by air raids.
The reason it wasn't last week is because at that time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the situation in Backlund was still extremely tense, and they were at risk of another attack at any time, so naturally everyone tried to stay home as much as possible.
Fors had prepared a whole set of stories on how to steer the conversation toward hospital ghost tales during her visits, but she didn't need to use them at all. Her teachers, classmates, and former colleagues would often start talking about these things after only a few casual words, without exception, giving the impression that similar situations had occurred in all hospitals.
No, Fors knew this wasn't a hallucination, and a strange sense of dread washed over her, fearing she would have nightmares about it that night.
This doesn't need much modification. Just change the ending of the patient's miraculous recovery to one where the physical trauma heals but the mind is completely deranged, and it becomes a great thriller. Moreover, it takes place in a familiar city and a hospital with a naturally eerie atmosphere, making the immersion perfect. I can almost foresee another bestselling novel being born. I just don't know if I can handle this subject matter...
Well, the only problem is that the story lacks enough emotion... A female patient passionately kissed that face covered in mushrooms and weeds? This, isn't this a bit too grotesque...? Fors walked along, lost in thought, and unconsciously entered a creative state.
Just then, her vision blurred, and she saw a figure emerge from the shadows ahead, where the gas streetlights couldn't reach.
The figure wore a black trench coat and a top hat, with a sharply defined, cold-faced appearance. Except for the absence of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, he looked exactly like the mad adventurer Gehrman Sparrow who roamed the Five Seas.
Although Fors knew that Mr. World would not hunt her down and was there to fulfill the contract, she still couldn't help but feel a chill, as if she were facing the strictest teacher when she was in school.
"Uh, good evening." She slowed her pace slightly but continued walking and greeted him.
Klein nodded, said nothing, and turned to walk into a quiet alley to the side. The gas streetlights there had been destroyed and could not emit any light.
Glancing at the dimly lit environment, Fors remained silent, lowering his head slightly as he followed Gehrman Sparrow at a leisurely pace.
Reaching the depths of the alley, Klein looked around and said in a low voice:
"Ask your teacher if he knows Benjamin Abraham. If he does, I want all his information and all his writings and drawings."
"Uh... okay, okay." Fors was waiting rather nervously for Mr. "World" to " Teleportation " her to another place, but unexpectedly, the other party brought up another matter, and she almost couldn't react.
She didn't ask why, and quickly nodded in agreement, as if it was something she couldn't wait to do.
Then, she took a deep breath and waited for Gehrman Sparrow to approach, grab her shoulders, and begin the " Teleportation."
Several seconds passed, but nothing happened.
Fors looked up in surprise and saw Mr. "World" still standing in front of him, looking at him.
She then heard the other person speak in a low voice:
Write it now.
Write it now... Fors still didn't ask why, and subconsciously said:
"I didn't bring paper, pen, envelopes, or stamps."
Before she could finish speaking, these four items were thrown at her.
"..." Fors caught the things, took a few steps outside, and, by the light of the gas streetlamp shining at the alley entrance and against the hard wall, quickly began to write a letter to his teacher Dorian Gray Abraham.
Klein put his hands in his pockets and waited patiently, without the slightest impatience.
In fact, he had already lurked around Miss " Magician " for a long time, but he just hadn't shown himself yet.
Following the address provided by Fors, he secretly began monitoring the other party from the moment he left home in the afternoon. The method of monitoring was to have the Marionette pray to " Sea God " Kavithua from time to time, while the main body went above the Gray Fog and used the prayer light to observe the situation in the vicinity of the " Magician ".
With the help of " Spirit Vision," Klein can now confirm that Zaratul is not targeting Miss " The Magician," and that contact is safe.
Knowing that Miss " Magician " had encountered Zaratul's Marionette, how could Klein possibly feel comfortable meeting her and taking her " on Travel "?
Now he was certain that Zaratul had been drawn there by the Abraham Family Sealed Artifact or the " Saint of Secrets " Botis, and that the " Magician," a mere Sequence 6, had gone unnoticed and thus remained undetected.
A few minutes later, Fors finished writing, sealed the opening with a sticky herbal powder he carried with him as paste, and affixed the stamp.
"Now, should we drop it in the mailbox?" Fors glanced at the envelope with the teacher's address and real name on it, and asked with a slight hesitation.
She believed that she had to do this herself and couldn't leave it to "the world," otherwise it could potentially endanger the teacher.
Of course, if Gehrman Sparrow insisted, Fors felt there was nothing he could do; even if he tore the letter to pieces and ate it, there was still a possibility of being Hypnosis and Spirit Channeling.
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Come back here after you've finished."
Whew... Fors a long sigh of relief, turned around, and jogged towards the street, finding the mailbox.
Having finished all this and returned to the dark alley, she handed over the pen and the remaining two stamps without waiting for Gehrman Sparrow to speak, saying quickly:
One is enough.
Klein glanced at Miss " Magician," took the stamps and pen, and said in a flat tone:
"This indicates that your teacher lives no more than 100 kilometers from Backlund."
Fors's expression froze.
So what? I also know your teacher lives in Pritz Harbor, and most likely hasn't moved yet... As for why I gave you three stamps, it was intentional, of course... Klein muttered to himself, took a few steps, and came to Miss " Magician ".
He then extended his left hand, which was covered by a transparent glove, and grabbed the woman's shoulder.
" Magician " Fors unconsciously lowered his head again.
The surrounding color blocks suddenly became more intense, layering and overlapping, and countless figures of indescribable shapes Blink rapidly.
Once the sights and colors returned to normal, Fors reflexively raised her head, ready to say thank you.
However, Gehrman Sparrow was nowhere to be seen!
Fors looked around somewhat bewildered and found himself standing in a deserted corner with a door in front of him, from which came a cacophony of noise and the aroma of alcohol.
Fors pulled his cloak tighter, and with a touch of the timidity of a stranger, stepped out of the door and saw a number of men dressed as pirates.
They carried short knives and pistols at their waists, drinking strong liquor, and were enthusiastically discussing which fleet was stronger between Feysac and Loen. Many brightly dressed women mingled among them, like butterflies fluttering in the air.
Wearing a long woolen dress in the style of Backlund, draped in a dark cloak, with long, slightly wavy brown hair, Fors possessed a mature air, yet her expression was timid. At that moment, she was like a lamb wandering into a pack of wolves, so incongruous and so conspicuous that she quickly attracted one gaze after another.
The words those people were saying to her seemed vaguely familiar, as if they were a branch of some language she had studied, but she still couldn't understand them in a short time.
Where am I? What am I doing? Who are they...? While Fors was still bewildered, a burly man squeezed through the crowd and spoke in rather broken Loenese:
"10 Soli, for one night!"
... Fors had mingled in many circles of Beyonder. Although he didn't know where he was, he was very clear about what he had encountered. His eyes gleamed strangely, flashing one after another before finally settling on one spot.
An indescribable air of authority emanated from her, causing those around her to instinctively avoid her gaze.
This is the " Authority " of the Judge," a qualitative change in the capabilities of the " Arbiter."
The Raging Sea, Seros Island.
Danitz hid in the shadows, intently and carefully monitoring the information broker Batz.