Outside the window, it was dark, but there was no fog that Crane was familiar with, and the waves came in waves, blowing away all the haze, and causing the clouds to roll up and line up in various shapes, reflecting the golden red sunlight.

This is the Port of Prieze, the largest and busiest port in the Kingdom of Rune.

Crane, dressed in a light vest and white shirt, stood by the window and stared at the outside world for a while, until his pocket watch urged him to return to the mahogany table.

With the warmth of the fireplace, he picked up his dark black round-bellied absorbent fountain pen, unfolded the letterhead, and wrote slowly:

"Dear Mr. Azik,

"I beg your pardon for writing to you today, for the past few days I have wandered around Beckland, immersed in the devastation caused by the events that preceded the metropolis, and if we were all ordinary people, we might have covered ourselves with a white cloth and carried into the crematorium, and encased in a tiny box......

"I waited for a long time, and finally found an opportunity to retrieve my belongings, including the 'Blasphemy Tablet' that I promised, and one more item, which I will bring to you with the Courier, it is a bronze whistle, a bronze whistle that can summon the Courier, it comes from a chance encounter with an old man who got up from the coffin, you must be puzzled when you see this, because the description I use can also point to you, and this is what I do not understand.

“...... Here's what happened, I suspect that the original owner of the Bronze Whistle was a member of the Spirit Order who tried to resurrect the Grim Reaper, and the level was not low, maybe you can see something from this Bronze Whistle......

"Before leaving Bakeland, I wrote to the 'Heart of the Machine' describing the vast underground ruins of the battle you fought with Ince Zangwill, hoping that they would use this information to find out the truth behind the matter.

"After a roundabout and indirect temptation, I confirm that they are not hostile to me or you for the time being, and that if you are in trouble, you may be able to try to ask them for help.

"Finally, I have one more question, is there any way to remove the residual spiritual contamination from the extraordinary properties that have been solidified?

“...... As I sail away, I wish you all the best in your journey to find your memories, and I wish myself a safe journey.

"Your student and friend, Klein Moretti. ”

After putting down the pen and reading it from the beginning, Crane folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope along with the "Black Emperor" card and the bronze whistle left behind by a suspected member of the Spirit Order.

With all this done, he picked up the bronze whistle given by Mr. Azik and summoned the messenger with a blow.

The Courier was still nearly four meters tall, made entirely of bone, and his eye sockets burned with pitch-black flames, but Crane's spiritual instincts told him that it was already another Courier.

Secretly sighing, Crane raised his arm and placed the letter in the other's drooping palm.

The Courier glanced down, and then quickly disintegrated, reduced to bones, and then rained down and burrowed into the ground.

Seeing this, Crane tapped his right tooth and turned off his vision.

He returned his gaze to the table, where there was a pale yellow identification item, which was necessary to buy an ocean ticket through the proper channel.

For this reason, he went to Sharon and got a new identity through the other party's circle.

This identity belonged to the bounty hunter, a madman who wanted to venture out to sea in order to get rich, and according to Klein, his name was Gelman Sparrow.

"Hunting Evil ......," Klein whispered, putting away a series of documents for his new identity.

Then, he drew the curtains and took four steps backwards, entering the gray mist.

At this time, there was still some time before the tarot party, and Crane quickly turned out "Wriggling Hunger" and put it on his hand.

Closing his eyes and sensing the next twisted and illusory soul, he attempted to free the "Faceling".

In the real world, the "Wriggling Hunger" would happily eat the bounty and spit out its extraordinary properties, but it did not dare to make any impulses above the gray mist, allowing the Faceling's soul to leave the glove and appear on the side of the bronze table.

It was a middle-aged man with a blurred face, and the distorted and painful feelings had dissipated considerably.

He saluted Klein, who was leaning back in his chair, and his figure faded as he was about to fall beneath the gray mist.

Being in the majestic palace, Klein could directly "channel" without additional rituals, so he spread his spirituality, stabilized the other party, and said in a low voice:

"Do you know where there are live mermaids?"

The man replied in a trance:

"Except for those raised by the Church of the Goddess of the Night, you can only find them by sailing for at least a week from the Gargas Islands to the depths of the Sunia Sea, and this is exactly where I am going. ”

It turns out that he is also a "Faceling" seeking promotion...... In order to chase the mermaid, he ventured out to sea, but somehow died at the hands of the "Lieutenant General of the Hurricane" Zielingers...... The Church of the Goddess has raised a lot of mermaids? Klein suddenly asked:

"What organization do you belong to, or where did your potion recipe come from?"

The middle-aged man's body suddenly trembled, and it took two seconds before he spoke:

"Esoteric order, I belong to the Esoteric order. ”

Didn't the Esoteric Order raise a few mermaids of its own? Klein considered the following words:

"Have you seen your chieftain, Zarathu?"

The illusory and transparent "Faceling" was silent at first, and then shouted in a sharp voice:

"I've seen it!

"He's, he's not normal! He's an undead monster!"

As he spoke, his figure became thinner and thinner, and he was about to collapse.

Zarathu is still alive! What is it that makes the Esoteric members so afraid of him? He should be used to be precise...... Klein hurriedly asked another key question:

"Apart from the treasures left behind by the Antigonus family and the interior of your Esoteric Order, where else can I obtain the high-order potion recipes of the 'Fortune Teller' path?"

The "Faceling" became more and more transparent, more and more illusory, and finally could only say the next sentence:

"Church of the Goddess of the Night...... Tranquility Church ......"

Templar ...... Crane watched in silence as the Faceling's spirits were completely liberated, and he repeated one word in his heart - the Chapel of Tranquility is the headquarters of the Church of the Night Goddess, the "Sanctuary" in the mouth of the Night Watchman.

There really is a high-order potion recipe for the "soothsayer" path...... The churches don't know how many secrets they have buried and hidden...... Crane sighed as he let the black-green gelatinous thing that had condensed on the surface of the glove slide down to the surface of the bronze table.

The extraordinary properties of the "Faceling" culminate in a jelly-shaped, translucent object with a black-green background in which faces of different appearances loom like figures hidden behind dark curtains.

Klein glanced at it a few times, nodded imperceptibly, and said to himself:

"Wait a minute, with the help of the 'world', ask Mr. 'Hangman' to sell this extraordinary characteristic, to the 'craftsman', to the extraordinary in need. ”

Although with the help of divination above the gray fog, he found a loophole in the official Extraordinary's surveillance of 15 Minsk Street, but in order not to provoke the other party and not reveal the secrets of the spirits, he did not return there, but spent an extra money on a change of clothes and odds and ends necessary for life, which cost a total of 12 pounds.

Add to that the £8 he had paid for the documents for his new identity, and his wallet was almost shriveled to the point where it didn't need to exist.

As for the 10% stake in the bicycle company, Klein found an opportunity to meet with Detective Issinger Stanton, signed the legal documents, and entrusted the other party with the custody, anyway, the relationship between the two parties is not a secret in the eyes of the night watchman and the mechanical heart.

There are 5 pounds in cash and 5 gold coins left...... It costs £4 to go to the Rorsted Islands, which is still a third-class ticket on the lower deck...... Transferring from Rorsted Islands to Gargas Islands costs at least £4...... The extraordinary properties of the Faceling must be removed as soon as possible...... This way you can at least sit in second class and eat good food...... Thanks to Emlyn's suitcase that has been on top of the Grey Mist, I would have had to buy another one...... Klein silently calculated his financial situation, as if he had returned to the dilemma of the time when he had just crossed over, relying on the salary advance of the night watchman to afford a formal suit.

"The extraordinary properties of Sequence 6 range from £3,000 to £4,000, and if someone needs it urgently, it can be premium...... But in addition to making ends meet, I also have to consider the cost of the 'Secret Puppet Master's auxiliary materials, and the cost of rituals to remove the spiritual contamination of the main material. Crane sighed, pulled out his pocket watch, and opened it to look at it.

Seeing that the time was about the same, he first passed the message to the little "sun" to prepare for the party.

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

Firth saw three figures sitting across from the mottled table.

One more member? Her thoughts moved, and quickly settled.

At this moment, she didn't care if there were any new members of the Tarot Society, and her head was full of last week's smog and plague.

She vividly remembers that at the last meeting, the "world" reminded herself and Miss "Justice" that there was something big going on in Beckland, and that it was very likely to bring tragedy, and Mr. "Fool" confirmed this speculation, and further pointed out that the key person in the matter was Prince Edsak.

She didn't doubt Mr. Fool's ability, she just thought that the tragedy needed to be brewed, and there was still plenty of time to investigate, who knows, it came so quickly and so suddenly!

Prince Edsak was also reported to have fallen ill in the smog and died...... It really happened, it really happened...... Foirth recalled the contents of the newspaper a few days ago, and seemed to understand something, but he could not grasp anything, and for a moment he was a little panicked and uneasy.

As a person in sequence 9, it seems that because I joined the Tarot Society, I "intervened" in advance in this terrible event involving a metropolis, a prince, and tens of thousands of lives! It was not until this moment that the "magician" Furth deeply realized the weight of being a member of the Tarot Society.

Then she heard the greeting of Miss "Justice", as usual, but without a sense of lightness:

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

"You've saved Beckland again!"

Ahh

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