For Klein now, simple Ritualistic Magic was as familiar as eating and drinking. Before long, he had finished preparing the materials and lit the candle that symbolized him.
Looking at the flickering, dim flame on the desk, Klein had a strangely amusing thought:
"Wouldn't this be considered lighting a candle for oneself?"
"Oh my god, what am I even thinking!"
He collected his thoughts, picked up the black rot flower powder belonging to the realm of death, and lightly sprinkled it onto the candle, giving off a smell similar to formaldehyde from his previous life.
Next, he dripped the " Full Moon Essential Oil," a companion of the Evernight, onto it.
Amidst the buzzing sound, the surroundings suddenly fell silent, and an invisible, subtle sensation surged within.
Klein took a step back and whispered in Ancient Hermes:
"I!"
Then he switched to Hermes:
"I summon in my own name;"
"A spirit wandering in illusion, a Upper World being driven by humans, a messenger belonging solely to Daly Simone."
Ugh!
The sound of the wind carried the sound of weeping, and the dim candlelight instantly turned a deep blue.
Under its light, the wall behind the desk rippled with almost transparent waves, revealing a bizarre face with no eyebrows, no eyes, no nose, only a mouth.
It opened its lips wide, protruding a long, bright red tongue studded with irregular, sharp teeth. At the tip of the tongue were five slender fingers that kept opening and closing, as if waiting to be delivered.
This is Daly's "messenger"? Compared to Mr. Azik's, it's like a child... No, that doesn't accurately describe the difference between them. Well, one is a grown Giant, and the other is a human infant... I wonder if it's because of that magical item, or because Mr. Azik himself is incredibly powerful... I need to adjust my perception of him. Perhaps he's High-Sequence powerhouse...
Oh dear, I forgot. I should have asked Ms. Daly in the letter what the names of Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 of the " Sleepless " pathway were. Mr. Azik most likely belongs to this Sequence. Of course, he might not have advanced through Potion; perhaps it was through inherited chromosomes... I'll ask him next time. The messenger is waiting...
Klein stared intently at it for a few moments, then placed the already folded paper into the messenger's "hand," watching as it held it firmly.
brush!
The messenger retracted its tongue, swallowed the letter, and the transparent, eerie, writhing face shrank into the wall and disappeared.
It has to be said that magical methods are quite cool and convenient, but they just can't be popularized... Klein looked at the candlelight that had returned to normal, shook his head, and ended the ritual.
Monday morning, Backlund, Queens Borough.
In a secluded corner of the municipal gardens donated by the Duke Negan, Xio Derecha, with his messy, blond hair, and Fors Wall, stared blankly at their contact, momentarily at a loss for words to greet him.
Just over 1.5 meters tall, the short and delicate Hugh stared at the large golden retriever wagging its tail and panting, straightened his apprentice knight's uniform, and carefully began to speak:
"You're the messenger sent by Miss Audrey?"
"Oh, my goddess, why am I asking a dog such a serious question...?"
Fors held the slender cigarette between his fingers and chuckled.
"Perhaps it's a magical creature?"
"I've never seen such a dog-like creature..." Hugh replied quite seriously.
Susie sat up abruptly, shut her mouth, and pointed to her abdomen with her paw.
A small leather bag was tied to the long, thick golden hair.
Hugh glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly stepped closer, bent down, and took off the small bag.
Fors glanced at it curiously, then his expression suddenly turned strange:
"It's crocodile skin, and it has the style of fashion designer Mr. Sides... She actually used this kind of bag to make a deal..."
"... So, it's very expensive?" Hugh held up the small leather bag.
Fors pursed her lips and nodded earnestly.
Hugh's movements slowed dramatically as she carefully unzipped the zipper and took out the letter inside, as if she were holding an antique vase.
After reading it, she handed the letter to Fors.
Fors read the letter carefully, lit it with a cigarette, and watched it turn into black ash and fall into the soil.
"No additional intelligence to provide." Hugh unconsciously pouted and took a stack of folded papers from the pocket of his apprentice knight's uniform.
She looked at Susie with an air of authority and subconsciously gave her a word of advice:
"This is the investigation report from the past few days; you must give it directly to Miss Audrey Hall."
Susie trembled slightly, then quickly sat up straight, wagging her tail rapidly.
Hugh nodded in satisfaction, stuffed the folded stack of papers into the leather pouch, and then re-tied the pouch to Susie.
Susie let out a howl and disappeared in a flash.
Inside the Hall family's luxurious villa.
Audrey was sitting on the sofa in her living room, holding a letter cutter, trying to open the letter in front of her.
It was sent by her second brother from the Balam Empire in the Southern Continent; a package arrived along with the letter.
Just then, she saw Susie push open the half-closed door and rush in with quick, short steps.
Susie sat up straight on the carpet in front of Audrey and patted the small leather bag with her paw.
"You are a truly excellent messenger!" Audrey did not hold back her praise.
Susie glanced back at the doorway, the air crackling, and whispered:
"Your friend is very serious. Seeing her reminds me of the past, when there were specialized Hunter to train us."
It was a gift given to the Earl Hall when he purchased the hunting dog.
Susie, your Loenese is getting more and more fluent... it's just that there are still some problems with the logic of the language... Audrey watched as the golden retriever took off its leather bag and skillfully unzipped it.
She gave Susie a wink, and the golden retriever immediately understood, jumped up, darted to the exit, and locked the door.
"... There are still no results, but there have been cases of homeless people going missing in the Backlund Bridge Area. Hmm, this can't be confirmed either; perhaps the homeless person simply changed their usual routine..." Audrey finished reviewing the investigation report and seriously considered how to reply to Hugh and Fors:
Tell Hugh that if she can find " Admiral Hurricane " Qilangos's whereabouts, I'll just buy the " Sheriff's " Potion and give it to her... No, that's not friendly enough, it'll make her feel inferior. Hmm, I have to say, Hugh, I've prepared your bounty. If you can complete the quest, 450 pounds in cash is yours... Sigh, the main material for " Mind Reader " has only been found in the spinal fluid of Farsman Rabbit; the pituitary gland of an adult Rainbow Salamander is still missing... Glaint, Hugh, and Fors haven't found it yet either...
Audrey, cheer up! At least you've completely digested the " Spectator " Potion!
Once you gather all the materials, you can become Sequence 8 Beyonder!
Audrey composed herself, picked up a pen and paper, quickly wrote a reply, put it back into her leather pouch, and asked Susie to make the trip again.
Watching the golden retriever disappear through the doorway, she opened the letter her brother had sent and began to read it with a smile on her lips:
Dear sister:
"I think you should also come to the Southern Continent, to the colonies of the Balam Empire. Here you'll find abundant sunshine, fresh air, a clean environment, freshly caught seafood, unique customs, docile and obedient Balam natives who are perfect as servants, and the taste of freedom."
" Backlund is cold, damp, and has poor air quality, often shrouded in Gray Fog, so the Sun is rarely seen. And the population is so large that it creates all sorts of problems, well, there are the endless balls, banquets, and salons... those social occasions are so rigid and inflexible that I don't want to stay a moment longer. My dear sister, I think you feel the same way."
"I'm not trying to escape my family; I'm just pursuing my own life. But our brother certainly won't see it that way. He's always been a selfish man. Of course, he's not stingy with you, because you'll only get a small share of the wealth. And I'm his biggest enemy in inheriting the title. After all, our father is a far-sighted earl who will never be bound by primogeniture."
"He's capable of anything if he feels compelled, just like when he defied strong opposition and sold half his land and ranch to enter the banking industry."
"I still miss Backlund occasionally, but mainly I miss my father, my mother, and you. I miss your smile that made me happy during those years. You must have become the most dazzling jewel in Backlund. But sadly, I may not be able to return for another two years. A career is a man's pride, and the outstanding young people of the Kingdom of Loen take the world as their stage."
"Please tell our dear aunt that the Balam Empire is perfect for a vacation, especially for her joints that ache and swell every winter. I sincerely invite her to visit, and it would be even better if you could come with her."
"I didn't send you too many gifts, mostly things with a strong Balam style, such as distinctive yellow silk and ornaments with Death -worship theme."
"I remember you've always been interested in the occult; I'll keep an eye out for you. There's so much mystery surrounding the local customs."
After reading the letter, Audrey picked up a writing pad, paper, and pen, leaned back against the sofa, pursed her lips, and wrote carefully:
My dearest Alfred:
"Although less than a year has passed, the little girl you remember has grown up and no longer likes anything related to the occult. You don't need to collect such things."
Because it's very dangerous... Audrey puffed out her cheeks and added to herself.
During this time, she heard far too many tragedies caused by mysterious things at the gatherings of Beyonder and from Hugh and Fors's stories.
She thought for a moment, then excitedly announced:
"My current interest lies in biology, and I've recently become particularly fascinated by subsauruses like the Rainbow Salamander. Could you help me find out where I can find similar creatures, or their well-preserved carcasses?"