For the current Klein, simple ritual magic had become as familiar as eating and drinking. It didn't take long for him to prepare the materials and light the candle that symbolized himself.
Gazing at the flickering, dim yellow flame on his desk, Klein suddenly had an amusing thought: "Is this considered lighting a candle for myself?" "Damn, what am I thinking about!" …… He gathered his thoughts, picked up the black decay powder belonging to the domain of death, and lightly sprinkled it over the candle, getting a smell similar to the formalin from his previous life in return.
Following that, he dripped the Night's consecrated "Full Moon Essential Oil" onto it.
Amidst the sizzling sounds, the surroundings suddenly became still, with intangible, subtle surges stirring.
Klein took a step back and muttered in Ancient Hermes: "I!"
Then, he switched to Hermes: "I summon in my own name;" "The spirit wandering the void, the upper-realm creature summoned by others, the messenger belonging exclusively to Daly Simone."
Woo! A gust of wind wailed, and the dim yellow flame instantly took on a deep blue hue.
Beneath its light, nearly translucent ripples appeared on the wall behind the desk, and a bizarre face without eyebrows, eyes, or a nose, only a mouth, emerged.
It opened its lips wide and stuck out a long, bright red tongue. Embedded on the tongue were countless irregular fangs. Additionally, at the tip of the tongue were five thin fingers that kept spreading and then clenching, as if waiting to deliver something.
So this is Daly's "messenger"? Compared to Mr. Azik's, it's like a child... No, this still doesn't accurately describe the gap between them. Hmm, one is an adult giant, and the other is a human infant... I wonder if this is because of that mystical item, or if Azik himself is exceptionally powerful... I need to adjust my perception of him; perhaps he is a high-sequence powerhouse...
Ah, I forgot. I should have asked Ms. Daly in the letter what the Sequence 4 and Sequence 3 names of the "Corpse Collector" pathway are. Mr. Azik most likely belongs to this sequence, though he might not have advanced by relying on potions. Hmm, perhaps it's due to inherited chromosomes... I'll ask next time, the messenger is waiting...
Klein stared intently for a few seconds, placed the already folded paper into the messenger's "hand," and watched it grip firmly.
Swoosh! The messenger retracted its tongue, swallowed the letter, and the transparent, bizarre, writhing face receded into the wall, disappearing.
I have to say, magical means are quite cool and convenient, just not universal... Klein looked at the candle flame returning to normal, shook his head, and ended the ritual.
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Monday morning, Backlund, Queen's Quarter.
In a secluded corner of the Municipal Park donated by Duke Negan, Xio Derecha, whose golden hair was messy and unkempt, and Fors Wall, who bore a languid temperament, stood dumbfounded before the contact person before them, momentarily at a loss for what language to use to greet it.
The petite and exquisite Xio, just over 1.5 meters tall, stared at the golden retriever wagging its tail and sticking out its tongue, adjusted her probationary knight uniform, and cautiously began: "You are the messenger sent by Miss Audrey?" "Oh, my goddess, why am I asking a dog so seriously..."
Fors held a slender cigarette between her fingers and snorted: "Maybe it's a magical creature?" "I've never seen a magical creature that looks so much like a dog..." Xio replied very formally.
Susie sat up straight, closed her mouth, and pointed a paw at its belly.
Tied within its long, thick golden fur was a small leather pouch.
Xio glanced around, confirming no one was watching, quickly stepped closer, bent down, and untied the pouch.
Fors took a curious look, and her expression suddenly turned strange: "It's crocodile leather, and it has the style of fashion designer Ciders... She actually used this kind of bag for a transaction..." "...Meaning, it's expensive?" Xio held up the small leather pouch.
Fors pursed her lips tightly and nodded seriously.
Xio's movements instantly slowed to an exaggerated degree. She carefully unzipped it, took out the letter paper inside, as if holding an antique vase.
After finishing reading, she casually handed the letter to Fors.
Fors read it seriously, then used her cigarette to light the letter paper, watching it turn to black ash and fall onto the soil.
"No additional intelligence to provide." Xio subconsciously pouted, took a stack of folded papers from her probationary knight uniform pocket.