After dinner, chatting for a while, Klein sat down on the single sofa in the living room and picked up the just-delivered Ahova Evening News, leisurely opening it to read.
Benson sat opposite his sister with a grim face. In front of him was the dining table, wiped clean by Bela, with grammar books, classical literature, accounting tutorials, a fountain pen and paper. Similarly, Melissa also had textbooks and stationery in front of her, including but not limited to pen, paper, ruler, compass, and so on.
"This brings me back to about ten years ago, when I was still a student at the church's Sunday school," Benson complained, but still lowered his head and studied seriously.
Not bad, this scene gives me a sense of parental achievement… Klein smiled and said:
"Knowledge changes fate, hard work forges glory."
I just made up the second half; I don't know if Roselle ever said it… he silently complained.
The room quickly became quiet, leaving only the sound of pen scratching paper and pages turning. Bela had already washed the dishes, tidied up the kitchen, and returned to her bedroom on the first floor, which was originally the small guest room.
Klein read the newspaper, occasionally taking a sip of Siberian red tea, chatting a few words with his brother and sister, feeling very comfortable.
Suddenly, the gas lamps in the living room and dining room dimmed at the same time, as if they had lost sufficient fuel.
Benson and Melissa both raised their heads simultaneously, looking at the lamps, trying to find the cause.
Klein also turned his gaze there.
Just then, he felt something lightly touch his arm.
In the living room, besides him, there was no living person. Yet something touched his arm!
His hair stood on end. Klein pulled back his arm and turned to look. He saw five thin, pale fingers on the tip of a red tongue, with uneven sharp teeth below!
Klein first reached into his pocket, where the "Slumber" and "Soul Calm" talismans were, and then saw those five infant-like fingers holding a neatly folded piece of paper.
A letter…
The messenger!
Klein heaved a sigh of relief.
At that moment, the five pale fingers holding the paper lightly touched his arm again.
Klein glanced at Melissa, who was about to stand up to check the gas lamps. With his left hand, he deftly grabbed the letter, then quickly withdrew it and hid it under the newspaper.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the pale fingers, red tongue, and uneven sharp teeth instantly fade and disappear.
His mind stirred. Klein lightly tapped his left tooth and quietly activated his spirit vision.
He saw the five abnormally thin fingers again, saw the long red tongue studded with white sharp teeth, and saw them retract into a transparent face without eyes or nose on the ground.
A second later, this face burrowed into the ground, and the gas lamps in the living room and dining room returned to normal.
"Weird…" Melissa muttered, checking carefully for a long time but finding no problem.
Why is it that in our family, the girls are responsible for this kind of thing while the guys just stand by? Klein shook his head with a wry smile and turned off his spirit vision.
When spirit entities wish to be seen and have the corresponding ability, ordinary people can also spot them—the previous moment was an example.
After exchanging a few words about the gas lamps, the Moretti household became quiet again, and Benson and Melissa once again immersed themselves in the ocean of knowledge.
Klein, using the newspaper as cover, unfolded the letter with one hand and placed it between the pages, reading the reply from "Necromancy Instructor" Daly:
"…I must reiterate: I prefer the title 'Medium.'"
"As for the matter you asked about, I give you a positive answer: yes, 'necromancy' can also be used on living beings. Remember, not only on living humans…"