Chapter 182: Final Results

In the East District, in a two-bedroom rental house.

Klein took the reply from the witch Triss from Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr, pulled up a chair, sat down, and began to read.

This is knowing the existence of Mr. "Gate", and having a way to talk to him through the blood connection of the Abraham family... Triss has been able to withstand Mr. "Gate"'s call for help, so she is not afraid of losing control? Moreover, she seems to be very sure about the identity of Mr. "Gate"... She really got more knowledge and secrets from the "Primary Witch"... But if this is the case, why would the "White Witch" Katerina Hunt her down? Klein looked at the short content of the letter, and one question after another popped up in his mind.

Because the things Triss vaguely mentioned were all within his understanding, he believed that the other party did not lie in this regard, and indeed provided a very feasible solution.

Of course, the prerequisite for the success of this method is that one has mastered the correct rituals, has the descendants of the Abraham family bloodlines as a medium, and is willing to bear great risks.

Among these three points, Klein is missing the first point, and still has a lot of doubts about the third point, trying to find a safer and better way to hide himself, while the witch Triss seems to be missing the second point.

"For me, the blood descendants of the Abraham family are easy to find. You can contact them directly through Ms. Magician, but once you give their hair, blood, meat and bones to the witch Triss, they will bear the burden." The risk of being cursed..." Klein has a good understanding of the "witch" path, and knows that they are very good at cursing.

While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, he gradually came up with a countermeasure, which was to use the hair, carrion or bones of the deceased.

He remembered that Miss Magician mentioned to The Fool that she had buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the Abraham family.

"I hope it wasn't cremated... Although this is a bit desecrating the corpse, talking to Mister 'Gate' is also a necessary procedure to release the ancient curse of the Abraham family. It is better to use the dead than implicate the living...The reply to Triss when the time comes This article is added here, falsely claiming that it is the request of the descendants of the Abraham family to provide the ritual medium...

"Also, it must be confirmed that Triss is going to talk to Mister 'Gate', rather than trying to pull him back to the real world... They are either high-level themselves, or involve high-level ones, it is difficult to use 'divination' Effective enlightenment has been obtained, but the Emperor said that the return ceremony required by Mister 'Gate' is very complicated, and it cannot be arranged with a few items of blood descendants. You can invite the 'Queen of Mysteries' and Ms. Sharon to monitor the Backlund underground trading market , See if there is any abnormal material and personnel flow..." Klein nodded slightly, and decided to go to Miss "Magician" later, and remind her of the manuscript by the way.

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North District,

Perthfield Street.

On a sidewalk chair, a young man wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat with a thin face and a broad forehead was sitting there, staring at the Intis sycamore tree with fallen yellow leaves.

He wears a crystal monocle on his right eye, which looks quite refined.

At this time, an old man who was going to St. Samuel's Church passed by. Seeing that he was in a bad state, he stopped and asked softly:

"Young man, what are you worrying about? For the things lost in this war?"

He suspected that the relatives, lovers, and friends of the other party died in the previous air strikes or in the fierce battles on the front line, so he sat on the side of the street with a confused expression.

The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle, sighed and shook his head, saying:

"I'm just thinking about some of the more complex issues."

"Are you a philosopher?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then blurted out.

"No, but I often ask others philosophical questions, like who I am, where I am, and where I am going." The young man smiled peacefully, continued to meditate, moving his lips from time to time, Whisper almost silently.

The old man couldn't understand it, so he shook his head, and walked away slowly under the watchful eyes of wild dogs by the road, sparrows on trees, ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.

The young man didn't turn his head, and the monocle reflected the falling withered yellow leaves, muttering to himself:

"Parasite..." "Not parasitic..." "Parasite..." "Not parasitic..."

"Look at the bait..." "Eat the bait..." "Look at the bait..." "Eat the bait..."

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After getting the hair of Lawrence's remains from "Magician" Fors, and seeing the "Tasoke News" begin to serialize the horror legend of Backlund Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting, and promised to "" Miss Magician sent to a new place to record new scenery and folklore.

In the blink of an eye, a new week came. Klein finished his lunch and planned to take a nap to prepare for the three o'clock tarot meeting.

At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr, carrying four blond-haired and red-eyed heads, came out from the depths of the void, one of which held a linen bundle in her mouth.

"Who sent it?" Klein suddenly had some inexplicable and complicated premonitions, and for a moment he didn't reach out to pick up the package that the messenger lady was holding.

Reinette Tinekerr's three free heads spoke one after another:

"Mutation..." "The..." "True..."

"The..." "Mushroom..." "King..."

This series of modifiers... I probably understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself from grinning, and slowly took the burden.

Unpacking the package, he saw a large number of all kinds of devils, no, mushrooms.

Some of them are white and plump, as if they will spit out milk when you poke them, some are black, inlaid with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns, some are covered with golden stars, and the caps are as big as the palm of your hand...

At this time, these mushrooms are still slightly wriggling, as if they want to spread mycelium, spores, etc. out.

Klein swallowed his saliva, picked up a letter surrounded by mushrooms, and read it:

"My dear friend Germann:

"I finally fulfilled your entrustment and invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark and harsh environments. They rely on the flesh and blood of devouring monsters to grow and reproduce, and do not need other conditions...

"Their offspring are divided into two types. One type will accumulate various toxicity and cannot be eaten, but it can be used as a source of toxins. The other type can be used as food as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried, or fried at high temperature. It must be remembered that it cannot be eaten raw. Eat, you can't eat them when they are not cooked, or they will multiply in your body, using your flesh and blood as a breeding ground...

"Considering the taste matching, I have invented a total of eleven kinds of mushrooms - some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, some are like beef, hehe, when frying them, there is no need to provide additional fat, and some are delicate like Fish meat, but no spines, my suggestion is grilled or boiled...

"All these achievements are inseparable from your help. If I hadn't been promoted to a 'Druid', it might take several years, or even more than ten years, to solve the various problems encountered in the experiment...

"If you have any ideas that suit me, please be sure to share them with me, your forever friend, Frank Lee."

Klein held the letter paper and was silent for a while. When he raised his head, he found that Miss Messenger was still waiting.

…He sighed silently, walked to the desk, took out the paper and pen, and wrote slowly:

"...glad that you have succeeded, these mushrooms have helped me immensely, they will be effective in reducing famine in certain areas...

"...I am currently busy with some things, and I don't have enough novel ideas for the time being...

"...your friend, Gehrman Sparrow..."

After folding the letter paper, Klein looked at Miss Messenger and asked hesitantly:

"How is Frank Lee doing now?"

Reinette Tinekerr's head that was unable to speak before spoke first:

"Excitement..."

The remaining three in turn add:

"Active..." "Happy..." "Satisfied..."

Then, the four heads said:

"No longer..." "Afraid..." "Buried..." "In the soil..."

"Why?" Klein subconsciously asked.

The four blond-haired, red-eyed heads held by Reinette Tinekerr spat out word by word:

"He..." "Can..." "Drain..." "In the soil..."

"of..." "nutrients..." "and..." "oxygen..."

After Frank became a "Druid", he really had a lot of evolution... Klein didn't know whether he should be happy for his friends or pay a silent tribute to the crew of the "Future".

After seeing Miss Messenger off, Klein used meditation to force himself to fall asleep, and then woke up at 2:30 in the afternoon to prepare for this week's Tarot meeting.

At three o'clock, streaks of crimson light rose from the ancient palace above the gray mist, solidifying into corresponding figures.

"Justice" Audrey immediately stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed to the top of the long bronze table:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool~"

As a senior "psychiatrist", she has a strong ability to control her mood, and she really didn't encounter anything this week, mainly raising donations, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer medical staff.

However, compared with the past, the lightness and joy that comes with her greetings has obviously weakened a lot.

"The Fool" Klein nodded slightly, responded to the greetings from all the members of the Tarot Society, and then turned his attention to "The Hermit".

He still owes the lady eight questions.

"The Hermit" Cattleya lowered her head and said with a perfect attitude:

"Dear Mister Fool, there are still two questions this time."

After getting approval, she continued:

"The first question is, what is the current state of the demons in the 'Abyss'?"

The "Queen of Mysteries" first suspected that the emperor's mausoleum was hidden in the "Abyss"... This is consistent with the emperor's thoughts, and it is indeed his own... Unfortunately, there are no "people" who can be driven there... Klein the Fool said to himself After a few sentences, he responded without changing his expression:

"In the current 'Abyss', even most demons cannot survive."

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