In early September in Tingen, the weather had changed from cool to slightly chilly, but the sunlight at three or four o'clock in the afternoon still made one feel warm.
Klein passed through the spiritual barrier and the bulging window, floating in the air outside the bedroom, looking down at the pedestrians and carriages coming and going on the Narcissus Street.
Just then, a man in gray-blue work clothes suddenly looked up and looked over.
Klein was startled and wanted to hide immediately, but couldn't find a suitable hiding place for a moment.
Turning around, seeing that there was no other way, he tried to crawl back home, but his peripheral vision caught sight of the man's gaze only sweeping over the windows on the second floor, always following a sparrow as it moved, and finally being disappointedly let go.
In the Tingen city area, one could occasionally see birds.
Huh... I had forgotten that ordinary people couldn't see me at all... Klein sighed in relief, feeling that he hadn't fully adapted to the current state.
Having confidence in his mind, he lowered his flight altitude, floating above the relatively wide street, hovering above the heads of the pedestrians.
As the distance got closer, Klein immediately realized that his "vision" had become somewhat like clairvoyance, no longer needing to activate it additionally, just with a limited range.
Moreover, apart from aura and emotional color, he also vaguely sensed the existence of each pedestrian's soul, hazy and transparent, almost like a substance.
Now, in this state, I seem to be able to directly pass through the body and attack the soul... Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He circled once, preparing to test the limit speed, so he flew towards the Iron Cross Street with all his might.
Not long after, he stopped, back outside the apartment where he had lived before.
It should be the speed of an ordinary car from a previous life, running on the highway normally...What a pity, still can't freely enter or exit the spiritual world, otherwise it would be perfect... However, if lost in the spiritual world, the consequences are said to be very serious... Klein just finished his self-assessment, and felt his mood become depressed, gloomy, with an inexplicable oppression.
He looked around, seeing that this place was shrouded in a dark color that normal people couldn't see and that was difficult to dispel by sunlight, with residual numbness, despair, pain and other emotions layered upon each other, like a substance.
"Like after my last promotion to 'Diviner' and experiencing it with inspiration, the main street and lower street of Iron Cross Street have never changed... I don't know how many years it would take to accumulate such depression and gloom..." Klein recalled before, sighing and raising his figure to the third floor.
Here, he finally felt the sunlight, getting rid of his depressed mood.
Klein flew along the Lower Street, occasionally seeing residents with tattered clothes, numb expressions, and malnutrition, and even encountered two cases of normal deaths, all belonging to long-term hunger and poor health, suddenly falling ill.
Every month, it seems that many people suffer and pass away here. However, bankrupt farmers and former slaves from the southern continent would soon fill their positions... Klein let out a silent sigh, changing direction and flying towards the South District.
That is the industrial area of Tingen City, with steel factories, lead white factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal manufacturing factories, and mechanical manufacturing factories adjacent to each other.
As he flew on, Klein saw the towering chimney-like iron furnaces, saw the spreading dust, and saw the slightly better but still heavy darkness of the Lower Street.
Here, there were emotions of exhaustion, pain, pessimism, and numbness, and the workers over 30 years old were in the minority.
Just as Klein was about to lower his altitude and carefully observe this area, he suddenly felt weak, from the inside out.
"My spirituality can no longer sustain this state..." Klein was startled in his heart, first rushing to return home, and then thinking of a better possibility.
I was "summoned" out, ending the "summoning", and naturally returned! He calmed his mind and carefully sensed his own state and the surrounding environment. Unexpectedly, he discovered a place that was infinitely high and infinitely close, with a subtle connection to himself.
Following this connection, Klein tightly wrapped the "Solar Flame Spell" and gave off a strong intention to end the "Summoning".
A huge and terrifying suction force came, and his transparent, almost invisible figure jumped and disappeared into the material world. ......
The endless expanse of grayish-white fog hung silently, the ethereal and motionless deep red stars remained still without twinkling. Klein reappeared in the majestic palace-like structure of the giants, standing at the head of the ancient and mottled bronze table.
So that was the entire process... And... Klein's eyes widened in surprise as he looked at his own spirit. Inside, there was a thin, warm and pure gold sheet wrapped up.
"Sunfire Spell!"
I indeed used my own method of 'calling' to bring the real material onto the gray fog! He couldn't hide his smile as he took out the spell, playing with it repeatedly, confirming that it wasn't a virtual product that was manifested.
Klein stood up, full of confidence, paced a few steps, and with anticipation in his eyes thought:
"Sure enough, materials and items can also enter this mysterious space!"
"As long as the right method is found!"
"But, this method is rather complex. It requires some adjustments to reach the goal, and it always involves being 'called' by the members, which would damage the image of the 'Crafter'. Only I can use it myself, or after learning more, design a spell to summon 'the servant of the Fool' but also point it at me..."
"... Am I born to be a laborer? Why does the incantation have to target me specifically? When the time comes, I can definitely create a kind of 'affinity' that is like a messenger but even more special. It will receive and give the materials...
Klein's thoughts were swirling, generating one idea after another. However, due to his limited strength and knowledge level, none of them could be realized for the time being.
The weakness became even more severe. Klein couldn't linger any longer. He wrapped himself with spirituality and simulated the feeling of falling into the gray fog.
In an instant, he returned to the bedroom and saw the brilliant sunlight shining through the gaps in the curtain.
He examined himself and confirmed that the "Solar Flame Spell" had not been taken out and remained on the gray fog.
"Wait until I have a good rest, and then repeat the previous summoning ritual at midnight to bring the 'Solar Flame Spell' back to the real world... Ah, if that state could last a little longer, I could quickly check the houses with red chimneys. Unfortunately, it's not possible at the moment. After flying for a while, checking a few houses, I'm afraid I'll have to return to the gray fog and rest for half a day. The efficiency is still very low." Klein walked to the desk, extinguished the quietly burning candle.
He gathered his belongings and didn't immediately remove the spiritual wall. Instead, he sat down, took out paper and pen, and began to write a letter, to Mr. Azk!
After writing the heading "Dear Sir", he pondered for a few minutes, and then wrote:
"... Recently, I received some intelligence. One of the seven pirate generals, 'Admiral Hurricane' Zilingerz, has infiltrated Beckland. He is carrying a magical item called 'The Crawling Hunger', which can provide a similar ability to 'The Shepherd'. 'The Shepherd' is capable of consuming and controlling different souls, and corresponds to a sequence of 5 extraordinary individuals who gain a certain ability. It is said that the number of souls they can simultaneously tend is limited, but they can be replaced..." "... Zilinger has many extraordinary abilities. I don't know what he intends to do in Beckland... Intelligence indicates that this might involve a very important and magical item, one that would make Zilinger a high-sequence powerful being, or comparable to a high-sequence powerful being... "
Klein roughly described Zilinger's situation using fictional intelligence sources. Anyway, he believed that Mr. Azek couldn't seek verification from someone at the level of the Night Watch Captain.
Here, he didn't directly ask for help. He casually mentioned it and asked the other party to be careful.
Whether Mr. Azek would help him later or not, laying the groundwork wouldn't be wrong! If such a day ever comes, it will not seem abrupt! Klein slowly exhaled and began to write the main content of the letter:
"That mysterious master has not taken any further actions yet. I still haven't found any relevant clues."
"I contacted you rashly, mainly to ask you for knowledge about the 'sacrifice ritual'. I encountered something similar in a recent mission..."
With the description of "the sun", and getting Azek's response for comparison... I should be able to attempt the 'sacrifice ritual', and conversely, 'granting'... This would be more suitable for the exchange of materials and items than my own 'calling' ceremony... Well, I hope Mr. Azek remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down the pen, and didn't sign it.
There was only one copper whistle. He was sure that Mr. Azek wouldn't mistake the sender.
So, Klein was cautious and didn't leave his name.
He folded the letter paper, looked at the height of about three meters, and hesitantly picked up the copper whistle from the bed.
Just in time, let it squat to receive the letter! Klein emphasized in his mind, raised his right hand, placed the copper whistle to his mouth, puffed his cheeks, and blew hard.
The copper whistle didn't make a sound, but Klein keenly felt that the surroundings instantly became cold.
He activated his spirit vision, saw a stream of white bones with a hazy luster spilling out like a misty fountain, rising higher and higher.
These white bones quickly gathered into an illusory and huge monster, its head burrowing into the spiritual wall, not knowing where it extended to.
Looking at the white bones' thighs and body, the drooping arms, the open right palm, Klein's mouth twitched slightly, threw the folded letter paper upwards.
The white bone giant's palm swept, firmly grasped the letter.
At this moment, Klein without hesitation picked up the copper whistle again and blew once.
The monster disintegrated instantly, turning into a bunch of white bones that fell onto the desk, and vanished in an illusory manner.
After all this, Klein removed the spiritual wall, in the sudden gust of wind, staggered towards the coat rack, and placed the copper whistle back where it was.
Then, he quickly ran to the bed, collapsed forward.
His body just touched the soft bed, and he fell asleep immediately.