Inside a two-bedroom rental apartment in the East Borough.
Klein received Witch 'Trissy reply from the messenger, Reinette Tinekerr, pulled up a chair, and unfolded the letter.
This means she knows of Mr. "Door's" existence and has a way to communicate with him through the bloodline of the Abraham Family... Trissy can already withstand Mr. "Door's" cries for help without fear of losing control? Moreover, she seems very certain of Mr. "Door's" identity... She really did gain more knowledge and Concealment from the " Primordial Demoness "... But if this is the case, why is the White Witch, Katarina, hunting her down? Klein looked at the short contents of the letter, and one question after another flooded his mind.
Because Trissy's vague mentions were all within his knowledge, he believed that she was not lying about this and had indeed provided a very feasible solution.
Of course, this method can only succeed if the correct ritual is mastered, there are corresponding items from the bloodline of the Abraham Family as a medium, and one is willing to take great risks.
Of these three points, Klein is missing the first one and has considerable doubts about the third, trying to find a safer and more concealing way to hide himself, while the Witch Trissy seems to be missing only the second one.
"For me, the descendants of the Abraham Family are easy to find; I can contact them directly through Miss ' Magician.' But if I give them their hair, blood, flesh, and bones to the Witch Trissy, they will be at risk of being cursed..." Klein was quite familiar with the " Witch " path and knew that they were extremely skilled at cursing.
As his thoughts raced, he gradually came up with a plan: to use the deceased's hair, rotting flesh, or bones.
He remembered Miss Magician mentioning to the Fool that she had buried an old man named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the Abraham Family.
"Hopefully it won't be cremation... Although it's somewhat sacrilegious, speaking with Mr. 'Door' is a necessary procedure to break the ancient curse of the Abraham Family. Using the dead is better than implicating the living... I'll include this in my reply to Trissy, pretending it's a request from a descendant of the Abraham Family to provide the ritual medium..."
"Also, we must first confirm that Trissy is speaking to Mr. 'The Door,' not trying to pull Him back to the real world... They are either high-ranking beings themselves or involved with high-ranking beings, so it's difficult to get effective revelation through ' Divination.' But the Emperor said that the return ritual required by Mr. 'The Door' is very complex and cannot be arranged with just a few items from his bloodline descendants. We can ask the ' Mystery Queen ' and Miss Sharron to monitor the underground trading market in Backlund to see if there are any abnormal materials or personnel movements..." Klein nodded slightly, deciding to go find Miss " The Magician " later and also to urge her on her manuscript.
North Borough, Phelps Street.
On a bench, a young man with a thin face and a broad forehead, wearing a black trench coat and a silk hat, sat staring blankly at the Intis sycamore tree with its leaves falling and turning yellow.
He wore a monocle made of crystal over his right eye, which made him look quite refined.
Just then, an elderly man on his way to Saint Samuel Cathedral passed by. Noticing that he was not in a good mood, the man stopped and asked softly:
"Young man, what are you worried about? What have you lost in this war?"
He suspected that the other person's relatives, lover, or friends had died in the previous air raids or perished in the fierce fighting on the front lines, which was why he was sitting alone on the street, looking lost.
The young man raised his hand, adjusted his monocle, sighed, and shook his head, saying:
"I was just thinking about some rather complex issues."
"Are you Philosopher?" the old man asked, startled.
"No, but I often ask people philosophical questions, like who I am, where I am, and where I am going." The young man smiled calmly, continuing his contemplation, occasionally moving his lips in a near-silent whisper.
The old man couldn't understand it at all, so he could only shake his head and slowly walk away under the watchful eyes of the Wild Dog by the roadside, the sparrows in the trees, the ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.
The young man didn't turn his head; his monocle reflected the falling, withered leaves as he muttered to himself:
" Parasitism..." "Non- Parasitism..." " Parasitism..." "Non- Parasitism..."
"Look at the bait..." "Swallow the bait..." "Look at the bait..." "Swallow the bait..."
After obtaining the strand of Lawrence's hair from " The Magician " Fors and seeing the Tussock Times begin serializing the horror stories of Backlund Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting and promised to send Miss " The Magician " to a new location next week to Record new scenery and customs.
Before he knew it, a new week had begun. After lunch, Klein planned to take a short nap to Tarot Club at 3 p. m.
Just then, Reinette Tinekerr, one of which had a linen bundle in its mouth.
"Who sent it?" Klein suddenly had a strange, complicated premonition, and for a moment he didn't reach out to take the bundle the messenger was carrying.
Reinette Tinekerr's three idle heads spoke in succession:
"Mutation..." "Of..." "Real..."
"The..." "Mushroom..." "Your Majesty..."
This string of modifiers... I think I understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself from showing a grimacing expression and slowly took the bundle.
Unpacking the bundle, he unsurprisingly found a large number of all sorts of Demon —no, mushrooms.
Some are pure white and plump, seemingly ready to squirt milk at the slightest touch; others are black with inlaid blood-red filaments and fat patterns; still others are covered in golden the Star, their caps as large as a palm...
At this moment, the mushrooms were still wriggling slightly, as if trying to spread their mycelium and spores.
Klein swallowed hard, picked up the letter surrounded by mushrooms, and unfolded it:
"My dear friend Gehrman:
"I have finally fulfilled your request and invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark and harsh environments. They grow and reproduce by devouring the flesh and blood of Monster, requiring no other conditions..."
"Their offspring fall into two categories. One type accumulates various toxins and is inedible, but can serve as a source of toxins. The other type can be eaten as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried, or grilled at high temperatures. You must remember that it cannot be eaten raw or undercooked, otherwise it will multiply in your body, using your flesh and blood as a breeding ground..."
"Considering texture and flavor combinations, I invented eleven types of mushrooms—some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly; some are like beef, haha, no extra oil is needed when frying them; some are delicate like fish meat, but without sharp bones, my suggestion is to grill or boil them..."
"All of this success is inseparable from your help. If I hadn't been promoted to ' Druid,' it might have taken several years, or even more than a decade, to solve the various problems encountered in the experiment..."
"If you have any other ideas that might suit me, please be sure to share them with me. Your forever friend, Frank Lee."
Klein held the letter in silence for a long time, then looked up and found the messenger was still waiting.
He sighed silently, walked to his desk, took out paper and a pen, and slowly wrote:
"... I'm so glad you succeeded. These mushrooms have been a huge help to me; they will effectively reduce famine in certain areas..."
"... I'm currently busy with some things and don't have any particularly novel ideas at the moment..."
"... Your friend, Gehrman Sparrow..."
After folding the letter, Klein looked at the messenger and hesitated before asking:
How is Frank Lee doing now?
The head that had been silent before Reinette Tinekerr, spoke first:
"Excited..."
The other three added in turn:
"Active..." "Happy..." "Satisfied..."
Then, the four heads spoke again:
"No longer..." "Afraid..." "Buried..." "In the ground..."
"Why?" Klein asked instinctively.
Reinette Tinekerr, holding the four blonde, red-eyed heads, uttered each word one by one:
"He..." "can..." "draw..." "from the soil..."
"Of..." "Nutrients..." "And..." "Oxygen..."
After Frank became a " Druid," he indeed underwent a significant evolution... Klein was momentarily at a loss as to whether to be happy for his friend or to mourn for the crew of the " Future."
After watching the messenger leave, Klein forced himself to fall asleep through Cogitation, then woke up at 2:30 p. m. to prepare for the week's Tarot Gathering.
At three o'clock, streaks of deep red light rose from the ancient palace above the Gray Fog, solidifying into corresponding human figures.
" Justice " Audrey then stood up, lifted her skirt slightly, and bowed to the head of the long bronze table:
Good afternoon, Mr. The Fool.
As a seasoned " Psychiatrist," she has an exceptional ability to regulate her own emotions, and indeed, nothing particularly eventful happened this week. Her main tasks were fundraising, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer medical staff.
However, compared to the past, the lighthearted and cheerful feeling she conveyed when greeting others was noticeably diminished.
" The Fool " Klein nodded slightly in response to the greetings from the Tarot Club members, then turned his gaze to " The Hermit ".
He still owes this woman eight questions.
The " The Hermit " Cattleya lowered her head and spoke with perfect poise:
"Dear Mr. ' The Fool,' there are still two questions."
Only after receiving approval did she continue:
"The first question is, what is the current state of the Devil in the ' Abyss '?"
The " Mystery Queen " first suspected that the Emperor's tomb was hidden in the " Abyss "... This aligns with the Emperor's line of thinking; no wonder she's his daughter... It's a pity there are no "people" to command there... The Fool, Klein, muttered to himself, replying without changing his expression:
"The current ' Abyss ' is so vast that even most Devil cannot survive there."
P. S.: Requesting recommendation votes and monthly tickets on Monday!