Returning to the real world, Klein immediately took out paper and pen and wrote a short letter:
"Investigate the nameless island that caused the death of Green, William, and Poly. This can start with
This letter was for the "Mysterious Queen" Bernadette, so Klein didn't write the reason, trusting that she would understand what it meant.
Folding the letter, Klein casually found a stub of a candle and began the summoning ritual.
After easily completing the preliminary part, he placed the letter on the altar, stepped back two paces, and chanted in a low voice in ancient
"I!
"I summon in my name:
"The invisible creature roaming the upper realm, the strange spirit friendly to humans, the messenger exclusively belonging to
As soon as the words fell, Klein's spirituality was suddenly stirred, and he instinctively activated his Spirit Vision through his consciousness. But he saw nothing. Then, he noticed that the letter on the altar had disappeared.
The messenger of the "Mysterious Queen" is really special... Next time I'll try using "Spirit Body Threads" vision... Klein was stunned for a second, and sighed a couple of sentences in his heart.
......
In the evening, under the illumination of gas street lamps being lit one after another, a carriage traveled to the junction of the
Fors, wearing a woolen dress and dark cloak, paid the fare which had risen to 3 soli, got off the hired carriage, and walked slowly along the shadows of the street, preparing to make a big detour to shake off her imagined stalker.
After the previous
As for the reason, there was no need to look for it specifically; caring about friends and acquaintances who had experienced air raids was a perfectly normal thing. The reason it wasn't last week was because, at that time, in the eyes of ordinary people, the situation in Backlund was still particularly tense, with the possibility of a new round of attacks at any time, so naturally everyone tried to stay indoors as much as possible.
Fors had originally prepared a whole set of words on how to steer the conversation towards the hospital ghost stories during the visits, but they were completely unnecessary. Her teachers, classmates and former colleagues would often, after just a few casual words, voluntarily start talking about this very topic without exception, giving the illusion that similar incidents had occurred in all hospitals. No, Fors knew this wasn't an illusion, and so she felt inexplicably terrified, suspecting she would have nightmares because of it.
This basically required no major changes. Just changing the ending of the patient's miraculous recovery to one where, although the physical wounds were healed, they had completely lost their minds, and it would be an excellent horror story. What's more, it happened in a city everyone knew and in a hospital, a place they often encountered which naturally carried a terrifying atmosphere. The immersion would be absolutely perfect. I could almost foresee that another best-selling novel was about to be born, just wasn't sure if I could handle this genre... Uh, the only problem was, this story lacked sufficient emotion... A certain female patient deeply kissed that face covered in mushrooms and weeds? Would it... would it be too grotesque... Fors walked and thought, unknowingly entering a state of creation.
Just at that moment, her vision flickered, and she saw a figure emerge from the shadows ahead where the gas streetlight couldn't reach. The figure was wearing a black trench coat and a half-top hat, with a deeply lined face and cold features. Except for the absence of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, he was exactly like the crazy adventurer Gehrman Sparrow who roamed across the five seas.
Although Fors knew that Mr. "World" would not hunt her down and was here to fulfill the contract, she still couldn't help but tense up, as if facing the strictest teacher back in her school days.
"Uh, good evening." She slowed her pace a little, but still kept walking forward, and greeted him.
Klein nodded, said nothing, and directly turned into a quiet side alley. The gas street lamp inside had already been damaged and couldn't give off any light at all.
Looking at the dim environment, Fors also remained silent, slightly lowered her head, and followed behind Gehrman Sparrow at a moderate pace.
Arriving deep in the alley, Klein looked around and said in a low voice: "Ask your teacher if she knows the person Benjamin Abraham. If she does, I want all the information on him and all the texts and pictures he left behind."
"Uh... Okay, okay." Fors was waiting a bit nervously for Mr. "World" to 'teleport' her somewhere else, but unexpectedly he was bringing up another matter, and she almost failed to react in time. She didn't ask why, and quickly nodded in agreement, as if this was something she was eager to do.
Then, she took a deep breath and continued waiting for Gehrman Sparrow to approach, grab her shoulder, and initiate the 'teleport'. But several seconds passed, and nothing happened.
Fors looked up in shock, only to see Mr. "World" still standing in front, looking at her. She then heard him 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, and stamps."