Summoning the messenger... As the " Judgement " of the Tarot Club and a member of Military Intelligence Section 9, Hugh understands what a messenger is and knows that messengers are widely used by the middle ranks of the Spirituality Religion.
Before she could ask for more details, she saw Fors walk unsteadily, her eyes vacant, towards the guest room on the first floor, saying in a rather weak voice:
"Let me sleep for a while first, we can talk about it later."
She slept until the next morning, when the aroma of meat waking her from her deep sleep.
" Desi Pie?" Fors rubbed her eyes, walked out of the room, and saw that food was already laid out on the table.
"Yes," Hugh said, emerging from the restroom. "The one on the corner, it's pretty good."
Fors grunted twice, then sat down at the table, quickly picked up the Desi pie, and stuffed it into her mouth.
After finishing one and taking a sip of sweet iced tea, she sighed contentedly:
"This is life."
"Oh no, I forgot to brush my teeth..."
After finishing the cleaning, she finally regained her sense of reason and looked at Hugh with a puzzled expression, saying:
"Didn't Military Intelligence Section 9 suspect anything when you quietly became a ' Judge '?"
"They thought it was payment from the faction that ordered me to do it," Hugh said, recounting the information he had gathered.
Fors smoothed her hair and smiled, saying:
"Yes, let them ask the Church of Evernight."
She then covered her mouth and yawned.
"I must summon that person's messenger."
After this period of " Record," her verbal address for someone has evolved from Gehrman Sparrow and "Mr. World" to "that person."
This was partly a sign of respect, and partly out of fear of being eavesdropped on.
Hearing his friend's words, Hugh looked around, slightly puzzled, and asked:
"Aren't you going to hold a ceremony?"
She remembered that summoning the messenger required a ritual.
"This is just one method; the person told me to use another one." Fors glanced at her clothes and realized that she hadn't had time to change them last night, and they were all wrinkled from sleeping in them.
Thinking about meeting the messenger later, she decided to pay attention to her appearance and hurriedly went back to her bedroom on the second floor to change into a beige, high-necked dress with ruffles.
Prepared, she raised her right hand in front of Hugh and reached out as if trying to pull something out of thin air.
Within her eyes, an illusory book materialized, rapidly flipping through its pages before stopping at one of them.
The next second, her arm sank, dragging a figure out of thin air.
This is Gehrman Sparrow, wearing a top silk hat and a black wool coat, with a stern face, a tough demeanor, and a slightly dull appearance.
Success? This is only my second attempt... I only tried once yesterday and failed... Fors's eyes widened suddenly, as if trying to take in more light and see more clearly.
She knew that what she was summoning was an image from the Historical Void, so she wasn't too nervous at the moment. Instead, she subconsciously held her breath, watching Gehrman Sparrow's projection warily, unable to tell whether it was real or fake.
She vividly remembered the exploits of this mad adventurer.
Fors actually summoned Gehrman Sparrow? Shouldn't he be his messenger? How could Gehrman Sparrow appear as a summoned creature? One question after another popped into Hugh's mind.
Just as Fors was wondering what to do next, Gehrman Sparrow's eyes shifted slightly, his gaze suddenly becoming lively and no longer dull or lifeless, giving the impression that he had come alive.
Then, he took out a beautifully crafted, all-silver-white harmonica, brought it to his lips, and blew on it.
No sound came out, but the surroundings instantly became quite cold, and a chilling wind swept through.
Then, a woman dressed in a somber, elaborate long dress, carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads, emerged from the void, all eight eyes simultaneously fixed on Gehrman Sparrow.
Gehrman Sparrow nodded slightly and pointed at Fors, saying:
"This lady needs to set up four special coordinates deep in the Spirit World. Could you help her?"
"Okay..." Reinette Tinekerr said, bobbing one of her heads up and down.
Gehrman Sparrow said nothing more, and as he approached the window, he made the glove on his left hand transparent.
His figure vanished in a flash, " Teleportation " out of the house.
Gone... gone... the Historical Void image I summoned just vanished on its own? Fors stared, mouth slightly agape, as if witnessing a farce.
According to her understanding, the things summoned should be under her control, so how could they leave after just giving a brief explanation?
Could the images hidden in the Historical Void have personalities just like the person in question...? No, it's as if Gehrman Sparrow himself has descended upon us...? Fors glanced at Hugh and found that she was just as bewildered.
Just then, Fors suddenly shivered, as if some extremely terrifying creature had its eyes on him.
She instinctively turned her head and found that Gehrman Sparrow's messenger was looking at her with eight red eyes, scrutinizing her closely.
Just as frightening as Gehrman Sparrow... Fors forced a smile and said:
"... Thank you for your help."
At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr's four blond, red-eyed heads spoke in turn:
"I need to pay... 800... gold coins..."
"And... there's a charge?" Fors opened her mouth slightly again, unsure how to respond.
Several seconds passed before her thoughts suddenly became active, and she began to calculate her savings:
After lending £2400 to Hugh, I had £780 left... I've had quite a few expenses lately, but my royalties are still arriving, and with other income and the £300 Hugh repaid, I have a total of £1258... That's enough...
Fors was about to agree immediately, but then he realized there was a problem:
"All gold coins?"
Reinette Tinekerr's four heads swayed slightly as she spoke:
"Yes... you... can... owe it..."
As expected, it all costs gold coins... I remember Mr. "World" was trying to collect and exchange gold coins for a while... was it also to pay this messenger? The relationship between him and his messenger is so complicated... Uh, Mr. "World" should still have quite a few gold coins. I'll just exchange 800 with him later... Fors secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"OK."
After she agreed, she saw the head the headless messenger was carrying rise up and bite the clothes on her shoulder.
The surrounding colors then became richer and more vivid; the reds became redder, the blacks became blacker, and the whites became whiter.
Fors, disoriented and disoriented Reinette Tinekerr through similar scenes, and soon they arrived at a place that seemed to be shrouded in a light mist.
Deep within the fog, eyes seemed to peer out, only to quickly withdraw.
When " The Magician " Fors summoned Gehrman Sparrow's projection from the Historical Void to Backlund, Klein's true form immediately entered the Fog of History and raced all the way to the pre-First Age.
His consciousness then came back to life within that projection, reducing Fors expenditure.
In this way, Klein indirectly returned to Backlund, which is why he had Miss " Magician " use such a complicated method to summon the messenger.
As for the messenger summoned with the Adventurer Harmonica, it exists objectively and will not increase Fors's Spirituality burden. Even if the Historical Void image of Klein disappears, Reinette Tinekerr can still remain in the real world if she wishes.
After a " Teleportation," Klein appeared in a secluded alley near Saint Samuel Cathedral, where he used the " Faceless " ability to alter his appearance and physique.
During this process, although there were still a few pedestrians in the alley, they were all affected by the Illusion and failed to notice the sudden addition of a "companion".
Immediately afterwards, Klein straightened his clothes, adjusted his hat, and strode towards Saint Samuel Cathedral, finding a seat on the side of the main prayer hall.
After removing his hat and reciting the deity's name, he devoutly drew a Crimson Moon on his chest, then clasped his hands, closed his eyes, and whispered a prayer to the " Evernight Goddess ":
"... I am searching for traces of the Dark Demonic Wolf's past in order to understand its specific circumstances..."
At this point, Klein remembered that the Dark Demonic Wolf might be a former "colleague" of the " Evernight Goddess," and they should know each other well enough, so he quickly added:
"... I wonder if you could offer me some inspiration..."
He didn't wait for a response; instead, he remained calm and continued:
"... Once this is done, I plan to head east to see if I can reach the Western Continent, to see what its current state is, and also to take this opportunity to escape Amon's pursuit and explore other possibilities..."
After finishing his prayer, Klein tapped his chest four times clockwise once more and whispered:
"Praise the goddess."
As soon as he finished speaking, a deep Evernight sky dotted with countless stars suddenly appeared before his eyes, and a piece of information was unknowingly added to his mind.
That's information about the Dark Demonic Wolf, Kotar.
Klein was stunned for a moment, and only came to his senses when the Starry Sky before him completely disappeared. He then sincerely praised the goddess once again.
After leaving Saint Samuel Cathedral, he used " Creeping Hunger " and another " Teleportation " to arrive near Saint Samuel Cathedral in the Cherwood Borough.
He wanted to offer a prayer to the " Lord of Storms " as well.
Looking up at the towering spire, Klein hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should really go into the headquarters of the Church of Storms in Backlund.
"I'm just an image in the Historical Void, I'm not afraid... What's the harm in praying? What if the ' Lord of Storms ' hears about Amon's situation and decides to bestow '0-32' upon me? That way, I won't have to risk hunting the Dark Demonic Wolf... One should always have some hope!" Klein pondered for a moment and finally made up his mind.
He cautiously raised his hand and summoned the " Winner," Enuni, from the Historical Void, before he was Parasitism Amon, and made this Marionette take his own form as it entered the Saint Samuel Cathedral.
Just a minute or two later, a dark cloud suddenly drifted over Backlund, and a flash of silvery lightning seemed to pass through the Saint Samuel Cathedral, but no one noticed.