For the present Klein, simple ritual magic has become as familiar to him as eating and drinking. It didn't take long before he completed the preparation of the materials and lit the candle that symbolized himself.
Looking at the flickering dim flame on the desk, Klein suddenly had a funny thought:
"Is this considered lighting a candle for myself?"
"Oh my, what am I thinking about?" ...
He gathered his thoughts and picked up the black rotting flower powder belonging to the realm of death, gently sprinkling it onto the candle. A smell similar to formalin from a previous life wafted out.
Then, he dripped the "Full Moon Essential Oil" of the night's companions onto it.
With a hissing sound, the surroundings suddenly became quiet. There was an intangible, subtle sensation surging within.
Klein stepped back and murmured in the ancient Hermes language:
"I!"
Then, he switched to the Hermes language:
"I summon in my name;"
"The spirit wandering in illusion, the upper-world creature driven by humans, the messenger exclusively belonging to Delia Simonni."
Whew!
The wind's sound resonated with a crying sound, and the dim candle flame instantly took on a dark blue hue.
Under its illumination, the wall behind the desk began to ripple with nearly transparent waves, and a strange face without eyebrows, eyes, nose, and only a mouth emerged.
It opened its wide mouth and spat out a long, bright red tongue, which was adorned with a cluster of irregularly shaped sharp teeth. Additionally, at the top of the tongue, there were five slender fingers that constantly stretched out and then closed, seemingly waiting for delivery.
Is this Delia's "Messenger"? Compared to Mr. Azk, it's like a child... No, this still can't accurately describe the gap between the two. Well, one is an adult giant, and the other is a human infant... I wonder if it's because of that magical item or because Mr. Azk is extremely powerful... I need to adjust my perception of him. Maybe he is a high-level powerful being...
Oh dear, I forgot. I should ask Madam Delia in the letter what the names of sequence 4 and sequence 3 of the "Grave Collector's" route are. Mr. Azk is very likely to belong to this sequence. Of course, he may not have been promoted through magic potions. Well, perhaps it's through ancestral chromosomes... Next time, I'll ask. The Messenger is waiting...
Klein looked at it intently for a few moments, placed the already folded paper into the Messenger's "hand", and watched it firmly grasp it.
Squish!
The Messenger withdrew its tongue, swallowed the letter, and the transparent, strange, and writhing face followed it shrinking into the wall and disappearing.
To be honest, the magical means are also quite cool and convenient, but they cannot be widely spread... Klein looked at the restored normal candle flame, shook his head, and ended the ritual. ......
On Monday morning, in Queens.
In a secluded corner of the municipal garden donated by Duke Negan, the blonde, messy-haired Hugh Diercha and the laid-back Folsa Wall were staring blankly at the interlocutor in front of them, not knowing what language to use to greet.
Just over 1.5 meters tall, the petite and refined Hugh stared at the wagging tail and tongue-lolling golden dog, smoothed his apprentice knight's uniform, and pondered before speaking:
"You are the messenger sent by Miss Audrey?"
"Oh, my goddess, why would I ask such a serious question about a dog..."
Folsa took a cigarette between his fingers, chuckled, and said:
"Perhaps it's a magical creature?"
"I've never seen such a dog-like magical creature..." Hugh responded seriously.
Susie sat up straight, closed her mouth, and pointed with her paw at her abdomen.
In the long and thick golden hair, there was a small leather bag tied around it.
Hugh looked around left and right, making sure no one was paying attention, then hurriedly stepped closer and bent down to remove the bag.
Folsa looked curiously at it, and his expression suddenly became strange:
"This is crocodile skin, and it has the style of fashion designer Cesed... She actually uses this bag for transactions..." "... "So, it's very expensive?" Hugh lifted the small leather bag.
Fors smiled tightly and nodded seriously.
Hugh's movements suddenly slowed down dramatically. She carefully pulled open the zipper, took out the letter paper inside, as if holding an antique vase in her hand.
After reading it, she handed the letter to Fors casually.
Fors read it carefully, lit the letter paper with a cigarette, and watched as it turned into black ashes and fell into the soil.
"There are no additional intelligence reports." Hugh unconsciously pursed her lips and took out a stack of folded papers from the pocket of her probationary knight's uniform.
She looked sternly at Susie and instinctively instructed:
"This is the investigation report for the past few days. You must hand it directly to Miss Audrey Hall."
Susie trembled slightly and quickly sat up straight, her tail wagging rapidly.
Hugh nodded approvingly and stuffed the folded stack of papers into the leather bag. Then she tied the bag back onto Susie's body.
Susie barked loudly and disappeared in a flash. ......
Inside the luxurious mansion of the Halls.
Audrey was sitting on the sofa in her living room, holding a letter opener, trying to open the letter in front of her.
It was from her second-oldest brother from the Southern Continent of Balang Empire, and along with the letter, there was also a package.
Just then, she saw Susie push open the slightly ajar door and dash in quickly.
Susie sat down on the carpet in front of Audrey, using her paws to pat the small leather bag.
"You are truly an excellent messenger!" Audrey was not sparing herself in her praise.
Susie looked back at the door, causing the air to vibrate, and whispered:
"Your friend is very serious. Seeing her, I think of the past. Back then, there were specialized hunters who trained us."
It was a gift from Count Hall when he bought the hunting dogs.
Susie, your Ruthenian language is getting more and more fluent... There are still some issues with the logic of the language... Audrey watched the golden dog unfasten the small leather bag by itself, skillfully pulling open the zipper.
She gave Susie a wink, and the golden dog immediately understood, suddenly standing up, darting to the exit, and locking the door of the room. "... No conclusion has been reached yet, but a phenomenon of homeless people going missing has been observed in the Beckland Bridge area. Well, this is also not conclusive. Maybe it's just that the homeless person suddenly changed their original course of action... "Audrey finished reading the investigation report and seriously thought about how to reply to Hugh and Forsyth:
Tell Hugh that as long as she can find the whereabouts of Zilinger in the 'Hurricane' potion, I will directly buy the 'Sheriff' potion formula and give it to her... No, this is not friendly enough and will make her feel inferior. Well, I have to say this, Hugh, I have prepared your reward money. As long as you complete the commission, 450 pounds in cash is yours... Ah, the main material for the 'Reader' potion is only the spinal fluid of the Farsman rabbit, and the brain pituitary of the adult colorful lizard is still missing... Grailint, Hugh and Forsyth haven't discovered it yet...
Audrey, cheer up! At least you have completely digested the 'Audience' potion!
When you gather all the materials, you can become an extraordinary person of Sequence 8!
...
Audrey gathered her thoughts, picked up a pen and paper, quickly wrote a reply letter, put it back into the leather small bag, and entrusted Susie to make another trip.
Watching the black dog's back disappear at the door, she opened the letter sent by her brother and began to read with a smile on her lips:
"Dear sister:
"I think you should also come to the South Continent, to the colonial area of the Balang Empire. Here there is abundant sunlight, fresh air, a clean environment, freshly caught seafood, various unique customs, the gentle and obedient Balang indigenous people who are perfect for servants, and the taste of freedom.
"And Becland is cold and damp, with poor air quality, often covered in gray fog, rarely seeing the sun, and the population is so large that it has caused all kinds of problems. Well, there are endless balls, banquets and salons... those social occasions are stiff and rigid, and I don't want to stay for a moment, dear sister. I think you have the same feeling.
"I'm not trying to escape the family. I'm just pursuing my own life. But our brother definitely doesn't think so. He has always been a selfish person. Of course, he is not stingy with you because the wealth you can get is only a little, and I am the biggest enemy of him among our family. After all, our father is a noble with a long-term vision, and will not be bound by the primogeniture system.
"Whenever he deems it necessary, he can do anything. Just like when he disregarded strong opposition and sold half of the fields and pastures to enter the banking industry.
"I still occasionally miss Becland, but mainly my father, my mother, you, and the smiles that made my mood better during those years. You must have become the most dazzling gem of Becland, but unfortunately, I may have to wait two years to come back. Career is a man's self-esteem, and the outstanding young people of Ruan Kingdom are on the world stage."
...
"You could tell our dear aunt that the coastal areas of the Balan Empire are perfect for a vacation. They are especially suitable for her aching and swollen joints every winter. I sincerely invite her to visit. It would be even better if you could come along with her." ...
"I didn't send you too many gifts. They were mainly items with a strong Bollandian style, such as the distinctive yellow silk, and items with the color scheme of death worship."
"I remember you have always been fond of things related to mysticism. I will keep an eye out for you. There are so many mysteries in the local customs here." ...
After reading the letter, Audrey picked up the pad and pen, leaned back against the back of the sofa, pursed her lips, and wrote seriously:
"My dearest Alfred:"
"Although less than a year has passed, the little girl in your memory has grown up and no longer likes things related to mysticism. You don't need to collect such things anymore."
Because it's very dangerous... Audrey pursed her lips again, added in her mind.
During this period of time, she had heard too many tragic stories caused by mysterious things at the gatherings of the extraordinary beings, and at the accounts of Hugh and Fors, in the conversations.
She thought for a moment and then excitedly declared:
"My current interest lies in the field of biology. I have been particularly fascinated by creatures like the multicolored lizard dragon. You can inquire for me where one can find such creatures or their well-preserved corpses."