Calling messengers ... As a member of the Tarot Association's "judgment", MI9 knows what a messenger is referring to, and he knows that messengers are widely used in the middle ranks of the Spirit Church.

Before she had time to ask for more details, she saw Fulth's footsteps floating blindly, and her eyes went to the first-floor guest room, her voice said quite erraticly:

"Let me sleep for a while and wait until there is something to say."

She fell asleep until the next morning, and was awakened from a deep dream by the diffuse flesh scent.

"Disey's pie?" Furth rubbed his eyes and walked out of the room, seeing that food had been set on the table.

"Yes." Hugh came out of the bathroom. "On the corner, that's fine."

Furth said "um," he sat down at the table, picked up Dessie Pie very quickly, and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating one and drinking sweet iced tea, she sighed contentedly:

"This is life.

"Oops, I forgot to brush my teeth ..."

After busy cleaning, she finally recovered her thinking ability and looked at Hugh in doubt:

"MI9 has no doubt that you have quietly become a 'judge'?"

"They thought it was the remuneration that had been directed by my forces." Hugh said the news he had heard.

Furth gathered his hair and smiled:

"Also, let them ask the Night Church."

She immediately yawned with her mouth covered:

"I'm calling the messenger."

After the "record" of this period, her verbal address to someone has evolved from Gullman Spallo and "Mr. World" to "the one".

This is respect on the one hand and fear of eavesdropping on the other.

After hearing the words of a friend, Hugh glanced around and asked with a little confusion:

"Are there no ceremonies?"

She remembered that calling a messenger required ritual.

"This is just one way, the one that made me use another." Firth glanced at his clothes and found that he hadn't had time to change it last night, and he was wrinkling asleep.

Thinking of seeing the messenger at the meeting, she decided to pay attention to her image. She returned to the bedroom on the second floor and changed to a beige dress with a frilled stand-up collar.

Getting ready, she raised her right hand in front of Hugh, grabbed it forward, and seemed to want to get something out of the air.

In her eyes, an illusive book was condensed and formed, flipped quickly and stopped on one of the pages.

The next second, she sank her arm and dragged a figure from the void.

This is Gelman Spall, wearing a half-height silk bowler hat and a black woolen coat with a cold face and a hard temperament.

Succeeded? This was the second time I tried ... I only tried it yesterday and it failed ... Fulth's eyes widened, it seemed to want to accommodate more light and see more clearly.

She knew that the image in the historical pore was summoned, so it was not too tense at this time, but she took a break, holding her breath subconsciously, and watching German Spallo's projection alertly, unable to distinguish whether it was true or not.

She has fresh memories of this crazy adventurer's record.

Does Furth summon Gullman Spall? Shouldn't it be his messenger? Can Gullman Spall still come as a summoner? One question after another came to mind.

When Firth didn't know what to do next, Nagelman Sparro's eyes turned slightly, his eyes became agile, there was no longer the meaning of rigidity and stagnation, and it gave people a sense of life. a feeling of.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a fine silver and white harmonica, brought it to his mouth, and blew it.

There was no sound coming out, but the surroundings became quite cold for a moment, blowing a biting wind.

Then, a lady in a gloomy and complicated dress, with four blonde, red-eyed heads, stepped out of the void, with eight eyes looking at German Sparo at the same time.

Guerman Sparo nodded slightly and pointed at Fols:

"This lady needs to arrange four special coordinates deep in the spirit world, and you can help her."

"Okay ..." said Renette Tinicole, swinging her head up and down.

Guerman Spallo didn't say much anymore, making the gloves on his left palm transparent as he approached the window.

His figure disappeared quickly and "teleported" out of the house.

Gone ... Gone ... Have the historical pore image I summoned gone by myself? Fowls looked slightly open, as if experiencing a comedy.

According to her understanding, the summoned things should be able to be driven by herself.

Does the image in the historical pores have the same personality as herself ... No, it's almost like Gullman Sparo himself came down ... Firth looked around and found that she was just as confused.

Just then, Firth shuddered suddenly, and it seemed that some extremely scary creature was eyeing it.

She turned her head subconsciously, and found that the courier of Gelman Sparo was looking at herself with eight red eyes, and looked carefully.

As scary as Gelman Sparo ... Folth smiled:

"... trouble you."

At this moment, Renette Tinicole's four blond red-eyed heads spoke in sequence:

"Need ..." "Pay ..." "Eight hundred ..." "Gold coins ..."

Also, is there a charge? Furth opened his mouth slightly again, not knowing how to respond.

It took several seconds before her thoughts became vigorous and she calculated her savings:

After lending £ 2,400 to Hugh, there were originally £ 780 remaining ... This period of time was not a small expense, but the royalties of the previous novel have been added to the account, plus some other income and rest of £ 300, a total of £ 1258 ... …enough……

Firth immediately promised, but immediately found a problem:

"All for gold?"

Renette Tinicol's four heads swayed slightly:

"Yes ..." "You ..." "Can ..." "owed ..."

Sure enough, all the gold coins ... I remember that Mr. "World" has been trying to collect gold coins for a period of time, and exchange them ... also to pay this messenger? The relationship between him and his messenger is so complicated ... uh, Mr. "World" should still have a lot of gold coins, and I'll find him afterwards for 800 pieces ... Firth secretly relieved:

"Ok."

When she promised to go down, she saw the head of the headless messenger lifted up and bit her clothes on her shoulder.

The colors around it became richer and brighter, with reds being redder, blacks being blacker, and whites being whiter.

In this way, Firth was indifferent to the northwest, southwest, northwest, up, down, left, right, etc., and was taken by Renette Tinicole in a similar scene, and it didn't take long to reach a place that seemed to be filled with shallow mist.

Deep in the mist, one eye seemed to look away, but then quickly retracted.

…………

When "Magic" Furth summoned the projection of Gullman Spallo from the historical pores to Bakerland, Klein's ontology immediately entered the fog of history and ran all the way to the prehistoric period.

His consciousness then came to life in that projection, reducing the consumption of Furth.

In this way, Klein returned to Beckland indirectly, which is why he asked Miss Magician to summon messengers in this complicated way.

As for the messenger summoned by the adventurer's harmonica, it is an objective existence that will not increase the spiritual burden of Fols. Even if the historical pore image of Klein disappears, Rennet Tinicole can remain in reality if he wishes world.

After a "teleport", Klein appeared in a secluded alley near St. Samuel's Church, and used the ability of the "faceless man" to change his appearance and figure.

In this process, although there were still a few pedestrians in that alley, they were all affected by illusion, and it was not found that there was suddenly a "companion".

Immediately after, Klein took care of his clothes, pressed his hat, walked quickly to St. Samuel's Church, and found a seat in the Great Prayer Room.

After taking off the top hat and chanting the honorable name, he drew a crimson moon on his chest reverently. Then, holding hands, closing his eyes, and whispering to the "Night Goddess":

"... I'm looking for traces of the Ugly Demon Wolf's past to grasp his specific situation ..."

Speaking of which, Klein remembered that Wu Demon Wolf might be a former "colleague" of "Night Goddess". They should have enough knowledge of each other, and added a few words:

"... I wonder if you can give me some inspiration ..."

He did not wait for a response, maintaining a calm mind, and continued:

"... When this is done, I plan to keep going east to see if I can reach the western continent and see what kind of state it is there. I also take this opportunity to jump out of Amon's tracking and look for other possibilities ..."

After praying, Klein clicked clockwise again on his chest and whispered:

"Praise the beauty god."

As soon as his voice fell, a dark night sky dotted with countless stars suddenly appeared before him, and a piece of information was unknowingly in his mind.

That's the information about Kotar, the Dark Witch.

... Klein froze for a moment, before returning to the starry sky, and sincerely praised the goddess again.

Out of St. Samuel's Church, he took advantage of "creeping hunger" and another "teleport" to the Holy Wind Cathedral near Joewood.

He wanted to pray once to the Lord of the Storm.

Looking up at the towering minaret, Klein hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should actually enter the headquarters of the Bakerland Parish of the Storm Church.

"I'm just an image in the pores of history. I'm not afraid ... I won't lose anything if I pray. What if the Lord of the Storm heard about Amon and decided to give me '0-32'? , I do n’t have to take great risks to hunt the dark wolves ... Being a person always has a little expectation! ”Klein thought for a moment, and finally made up his mind.

He carefully raised his hand and recruited the "winner" Enjuni, who had not been parasitic by Amon, from the historical pores, so that the mystery became his own and walked into the Holy Wind Cathedral.

That is, a minute or two later, a cloud suddenly came over Beckland, and there seemed to be a flash of silver light in the Holy Wind Cathedral, but no one noticed it.