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In Tining, in early September, the weather has become cold from the cool, but the sunshine of three or four in the afternoon still makes people feel warm.

Klein passed through the walls of the spirituality and the window of the belly window, floating in the air outside the bedroom, overlooking the pedestrians and carriages coming and going on the daffodil street.

Just then, a man wearing gray-blue workers’ clothes suddenly looked up and looked over.

Klein was shocked and wanted to hide on the spot, but could not find a suitable cover for a while.

After a round, I saw no other way. He tried to drill home, but the corner of his eye swept over, but he saw that the man’s gaze was only sweeping the window on the second floor, always following a sparrow move. Finally, I was regretted to be smashed.

In the city of Tingen, birds can be seen occasionally.

Huh... I forgot, ordinary people can't see me at all... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and felt that he was not fully adapted to the current state.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, he lowered the height of the flight, approaching a fairly wide street, and floating on the top of the pedestrians.

As soon as he was closer, Klein immediately found that his "eyes" were slightly equal to the vision, and there was no need to open it extra, but there was only a limit.

In addition, in addition to the gas field and emotional color, he also vaguely perceives the existence of each pedestrian's soul, ambiguous, illusory and transparent.

I seem to be able to go straight through the flesh and attack the soul... Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He hovered around and prepared to test the limit speed, so he tried to fly towards Iron Cross Street.

It didn't take long before he stopped and returned to the apartment where he originally lived.

There should be the speed of the ordinary car in the previous life, the kind of normal high-speed running... Unfortunately, you can't enter and leave the spirit world freely, otherwise it will be perfect... However, if you get lost in the spiritual world, the consequences are said to be very serious... Klein Just after self-assessment, I feel that my mood has become low, gray, and I can't tell the repression.

He looked around and saw that it was covered with dark colors that the normal people could not see, and the sun was hard to disperse. The remaining layers of numbness, despair, and pain were layered together.

"When I was promoted to the 'Divination' last time, I learned the inspiration. The middle street and the lower street of Iron Cross Street have never changed... I don’t know how many years to accumulate such oppression and darkness...” Klein remembered , sighed and pulled up the figure, flew to the position of the three-story building.

Here, he finally felt the sunshine and got rid of the low mood.

Klein flew down the street, and from time to time he could see residents with broken clothes, numbness, malnutrition, and even two normal deaths, all of which were chronic hunger, poor health, and suddenly infected.

Every month, I don’t know how many people will die in pain. However, the bankrupt peasants and the former slaves from the South China will soon fill their positions... Klein breathlessly, change direction, go south The area flies away.

There is an industrial zone in Tingen City. Steel mills, lead white factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal production factories, machinery manufacturing factories, etc., are holding me, I am holding you.

Flying and flying, Klein saw the towering iron stove, and saw the dust that filled the dust. He saw that it was only a little darker than the street.

It is full of emotions such as exhaustion, pain, pessimism, numbness, and workers in their thirties belong to the minority.

Just as Klein wanted to lower the height and carefully observe the area, he suddenly felt weak and weak from the inside out.

"My spirituality can no longer support this state..." Kline was shocked. He was eager to return home, and immediately thought of a better possibility.

I was "summoned" out, and when I ended the "call", I naturally returned! He calmed down his mind, carefully sensed his own state and the surrounding environment, and unexpectedly discovered that there was a subtle connection with himself in some place like infinity and infinity.

Following this connection, Klein wrapped the "Yangyan Charm" tightly and gave him a strong idea of ​​ending the "call".

The huge and horrible suction came, and his transparent to almost invisible figure jumped into the material world.

............

The boundless gray and white mist filled the silence, the illusory still dark red star did not flicker, and Klein reappeared in the palace of the giant's residence, appearing on the old and mottled bronze long table.

The whole process is like this... and... Klein is now looking at his own body with a pleasant surprise, only to see a warm and pure thin piece of gold wrapped inside.

"Yangyan spell!"

I really brought the real thing to the fog with my own way of "calling" myself! It is difficult for him to take out the spell with a smile and repeatedly play it to confirm that this is not a virtual product.

Klein stood up and took a few steps with enthusiasm, thinking with expectation:

"Sure enough, materials and objects can also enter this mysterious space!"

"As long as you can find the right way!"

"However, this method is more complicated. It needs to be turned around to achieve the goal, and it is always called by the members. It will damage the image of the 'fool'. Only I can use it once, or learn more and design a call. 'Footer's genus' but also points to my mantra..."

"...I am a natural coolie. Why do the curse have to point to myself? At that time, I can get a messenger-like but more special ‘眷属’, from which the material is received and given...”

Klein's thoughts were mixed, and there was one idea after another, but limited to strength and knowledge level, it could not be realized for the time being.

The weakness became more serious, and Klein did not dare to stay again, wrapped himself with spirituality, and simulated the feeling of falling into the fog.

In a twinkling of an eye, he returned to the bedroom and saw the bright sunshine coming in from the gap in the curtain.

He examined himself and confirmed that the "Yangyan Charm" was not brought out and stayed on the fog.

"Wait for me to take a break, repeat the previous summoning ceremony in the early morning, and take the 'Yangyan Charm' back to the real world... Hey, if that state can last longer, then I can be faster. Checking the houses with red chimneys, unfortunately, it is not enough at the moment. Just flew for a while, check several, I am afraid I have to return to the fog, rest for a long time, and the efficiency is also low." Klein went to the desk and extinguished the The candle is quietly burning.

Packing up the good things, he did not immediately dispel the spiritual wall, but sat down, turned out the pen and paper, began to write a letter, to Mr. Azick's letter!

After writing the "Mr. Dear", I thought about it for a few minutes, and Klein wrote:

"...I recently received an intelligence that one of the seven pirate generals, 'Hurricane Lieutenant', is sneaked into Beckland, and he is wearing a magical item called 'squirming hunger', which can provide Similar to the 'Shepherd' ability, while the 'Shepherd' is a sacred sacred to make different souls, and corresponding to the ability to obtain a sequence of 5 extraordinary, it is said that they have a limited number of souls that are grazing at the same time, but can be replaced..."

"...Qilingos has a lot of extraordinary abilities, I don't know what he wants to do in Bakerland... The intelligence shows that this may involve a very important and very magical item that is enough to make Qierlings high Strong sequence, or something that is superior to the high sequence..."

Klein used a fictional source of information to roughly describe the work of Kiringus. Anyway, he believed that Mr. Azke could not find a character at the level of the night captain.

Here, he did not ask for help directly, it seems to be mentioned casually, let the other side be careful.

Regardless of whether or not Mr. Azke will help, it will not be wrong to pave the way! If there is such a day, it will not look awkward! Klein slowly vomited and began to write the main contents of the letter:

"There is no further action behind the black hand. I still haven't found any clues."

"I rushed to contact you, mainly to ask you for the knowledge of the ‘sacrificial ritual.’ I have encountered a similar thing in a recent mission...”

With the description of the "sun", I will get the answer from Mr. Azko's answer... I should be able to try the "sacrificial ritual", and the other way is "give"... this will "summon" oneself than myself. The ceremony is more suitable for the exchange of materials and objects... Well, I hope that Mr. Azick remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down the pen, no signature.

There is only one copper whistle, and he is sure that Mr. Azke will not mistake the sender.

Therefore, Klein was careful not to leave a name.

Folding the letter paper, looking at the height of three meters or so, he slightly hesitated to pick up the copper whistle from the bed.

Just let it pick up the letter! Klein emphasized in his heart, raised his right hand, put the copper whistle to his mouth, whipped up the gang, and sighed.

The copper whistle did not make a sound, but Klein was keenly aware that the surrounding moments became cold.

He opened his mind and saw that there was a white-and-white fountain on the desk, which was filled with a glistening white bone fountain.

These white bones quickly aggregated into an illusory and huge monster, whose head penetrated into the spiritual wall and did not know where it was.

Looking at the white bones and thighs in front of me, looking at the hanging arm, the open right palm, Klein's mouth twitched and threw the folded letter paper up.

The big bones swept away and held the letter steadily.

At this time, Klein did not hesitate to pick up the copper whistle again and blew it.

The monster suddenly disintegrated, turned into a white bone and fell on the desk, and imaginary drilling, disappeared.

After doing all this, Klein lifted the wall of spirituality, and in the wind that suddenly burst, he squatted toward the coat rack and put the copper whistle back to the original place.

Then he hurried to the bed and fell down.

His body had just touched the soft bed and the whole person had already passed asleep.