Chapter 182 The Wanderer Klein

In Tingen in early September, the weather has changed from cool to slightly cold, but the sun at three or four in the afternoon still makes people feel warm.

Klein passed through the wall of spirituality and the oriel window, floating in the mid-air outside the bedroom, overlooking the pedestrians and carriages coming and going on Narcissus Street.

At this moment, a man in gray-blue worker's clothes suddenly raised his head and looked over.

Klein was startled and wanted to hide on the spot, but couldn't find a suitable cover for a while.

Turning around, seeing that there was no other way, he tried to sneak back home, but when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the man just glanced at the window on the second floor, following a sparrow all the time. , and was sadly abandoned in the end.

In the urban area of ​​Tingen, birds can occasionally be seen.

Huh... I forgot, ordinary people can't see me at all... Klein heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that he hadn't fully adapted to his current state.

With confidence in his heart, he lowered his flight altitude, approaching a relatively wide street, and just floated above the heads of pedestrians.

As soon as the distance got closer, Klein immediately found that his "gaze" was already slightly equal to spiritual vision, and he didn't need to activate it any more, it was only limited in scope.

In addition, in addition to the aura and emotional color, he also vaguely sensed the existence of each pedestrian's soul, hazy, illusory and transparent.

In my current state, it seems that I can directly penetrate the physical body and attack the soul... Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He circled in a circle, preparing to test the limit speed, so he flew towards Iron Cross Street with all his might.

Not long after, he stopped and returned to the outside of the apartment where he originally lived.

It should have the speed of an ordinary car in the previous life, the kind that normally runs at high speed... It's a pity that you can't freely enter and exit the spirit world, otherwise it would be perfect... However, if you get lost in the spirit world, the consequences are said to be very serious... Klein As soon as I finished the self-assessment, I felt depressed, gloomy, and indescribably depressed.

He looked around, and saw that it was covered with a dark color that normal people couldn't see, and that the sun couldn't dispel.

"It's the same as what I experienced with my inspiration after I was promoted to 'Seer' last time. The middle and lower streets of Iron Cross Street have never changed... I don't know how many years it takes to accumulate such depression and gloom..." Klein remembered before , sighed, raised his figure, and flew to the third floor.

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

Klein flew along the lower street. From time to time, he could see residents with tattered clothes, numb expressions, and malnutrition. He even encountered two normal deaths. They were all of the type of chronic hunger, poor health, and sudden illness.

I don't know how many people will die here in pain every month. However, bankrupt farmers and ex-slaves from the southern continent will soon fill their positions... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, changed direction, and headed south. area to fly.

It is the industrial zone of Tingen City. Steel factories, white lead factories, ceramic factories, printing factories, metal manufacturing factories, machinery manufacturing factories, etc. are next to me, and I am next to you.

Flying, Klein saw the tall chimney-type iron furnace, saw the diffuse dust,

I saw a thick gray that was only a little better than the lower street.

It is full of emotions such as exhaustion, pain, pessimism, and numbness. Workers in their thirties are a minority.

Just as Klein was about to lower his altitude and observe the area carefully, he suddenly felt weak, weak from the inside out.

"My spirituality can no longer support this state..." Klein was taken aback. He was anxious to return home, and then thought of a better possibility.

I was "summoned" out, and when the "summoning" ends, I will naturally return! He calmed down his mind and carefully sensed his own state and the surrounding environment. Not surprisingly, he found that a place with infinite height and infinite similarity had a subtle connection with himself.

Following this connection, Klein wrapped the "Sun Flame Talisman" tightly, giving him a strong intention to end the "summoning".

A huge and terrifying suction force came, and his transparent to almost invisible figure jumped and disappeared into the material world.

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The boundless gray-white mist was silent, and the imaginary still crimson stars did not flicker. Klein reappeared in the majestic palace that looked like a giant's residence, and appeared on top of the ancient and mottled bronze long table.

The whole process was like this... And... Klein looked at his spirit body in surprise, and saw a warm and pure thin gold piece wrapped inside.

"Yangyan Talisman!"

I really used my own way of "summoning" myself to bring the real matter above the gray fog! He took out the talisman with a smile on his face, played with it repeatedly, and confirmed that it was not a virtual product that had manifested.

Klein stood up, took a few steps confidently, and thought with anticipation:

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

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

"However, this method is more complicated, and it takes a turnaround to achieve the goal, and it is always 'summoned' by members, which will damage the image of the 'fool'. Only I can use it, or after learning more, design a summoning 'The Fool's Familiar' but it also points to my spell..."

"...Am I born a coolie? Why does the spell have to be directed at myself? At that time, I can definitely create a "follower" that is similar to a messenger but more special, and it will receive and give materials..."

Klein had a lot of thoughts and came up with one idea after another, but limited by his strength and knowledge level, none of them could be realized for the time being.

The weakness became more serious, and Klein didn't dare to stay any longer, wrapping himself with spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling into the gray mist.

In a blink of an eye, he returned to the bedroom and saw the bright sunlight shining in through the gap in the curtain.

He inspected himself and confirmed that the "Yang Yan Talisman" was not brought out, but remained on the gray mist.

"When I have a good rest, I will repeat the previous summoning ceremony in the early hours of the morning, and bring the 'Yangyan Talisman' back to the real world... Hey, it would be great if the state just now could last a little longer, so that I can move faster." It’s a pity that it’s not working at the moment. After flying for a while, after checking a few houses, I’m afraid I have to go back above the gray fog and rest for half a day, which is also inefficient.” Klein walked to the desk and turned off the light. A quietly burning candle.

After packing up his belongings, he didn't remove the spiritual wall immediately, but sat down, took out a pen and paper, and started writing a letter, a letter to Mr. Azik!

After writing the title "Dear Sir", after deliberating for a few minutes, Klein wrote:

"...I recently received information that 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Chilingus, one of the seven pirate generals, has infiltrated Backlund. He is carrying a magical item called 'Squirming Hunger', which can provide Similar to the ability of 'Shepherd', and 'Shepherd' is a Sequence 5 Extraordinary who devours and enslaves different souls, and correspondingly acquires a certain ability. It is said that the number of souls they herd at the same time is limited, but they can be replaced..."

"... Qilingus has many kinds of extraordinary abilities, I don't know what he wants to do in Backlund... Intelligence shows that this may involve a very important and very magical item, enough to make Qilingus a high-ranking Sequence powerhouses, or items comparable to high-sequence powerhouses..."

Klein used fictitious sources of information to roughly describe what happened to Qilingos. Anyway, he believed that it was impossible for Mr. Ards to seek confirmation from a person at the level of the Captain of the Nighthawks.

Here, he didn't ask for help directly, he seemed to mention it casually, telling the other party to be careful.

Regardless of whether Mr. Azik will be asked to help in the future, it is not wrong to lay the groundwork first! If there is such a day, it will not be so obtrusive! Klein exhaled slowly, and began to write the main content of the letter:

"The black hand behind the scenes has not taken any further action, and I still haven't found any relevant clues."

"I contacted you rashly, mainly because I wanted to ask you about the 'Sacrifice Ceremony'. I encountered a similar thing in a recent mission..."

With the description of the "sun", and the answer from Mr. Ards for comparison... I should be able to try the "sacrifice ceremony", and the reverse is "giving"... This will be better than "summoning" my own The ceremony is more suitable for the exchange of materials and items... Well, I hope Mr. Ards remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down the pen, and did not sign.

There was only one copper whistle, and he was sure that Mr. Ards would not mistake the sender.

Therefore, Klein was careful and did not leave his name.

After folding the letter paper and looking at the height of the three-meter floor, he hesitated and picked up the copper whistle from the bed.

Just right, let it squat to receive the letter! Klein emphasized a sentence in his heart, raised his right hand, put the copper whistle to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard.

The copper whistle did not make a sound, but Klein keenly felt that the surroundings became cold in an instant.

He activated his spiritual vision, and saw bone fountains gushing out from above the desk one after another, rising higher and higher.

These white bones quickly gathered into an illusory and gigantic monster, its head got into the wall of spirituality, reaching nowhere.

Looking at the bony thigh and body in front of him, the hanging arm, and the outstretched right palm, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he threw the folded letter paper up.

With a sweep of the giant bone palm, he held the letter firmly.

At this time, Klein picked up the copper whistle again without hesitation and blew it.

The monster disintegrated in an instant, turned into white bones and fell onto the desk, and burrowed into it, disappearing.

After finishing all this, Klein removed the spiritual wall, staggered towards the coat rack in the sudden wind, and put the copper whistle back to its original place.

Then, he ran quickly to the bed and fell over.

As soon as his body touched the soft bed, he fell into a coma.