Feeling that he was not tired, Crane rubbed the corners of his forehead and made a gesture of his hand, causing a metal vial in the clutter pile to fly over.

It was a small tube of blood that he had taken a lot of effort to extract from his veins, and had long been brought to the gray mist, waiting for the spirit to enter Grossell's Travels and explore the world in the book.

After unscrewing the lid, Crane did not rush to smear the blood on the dark brown cover of the book, but "summoned" all the items that Tarot had brought into this mysterious space before the tarot gathering from the clutter pile and scattered them in front of him.

Considering that the appearance of the "Black Emperor" is too eye-catching, without knowing the specific situation of the world in the book, Crane decided not to carry the blasphemous card, and instead used the Azic Bronze Whistle to strengthen the spirit body, so as not to be killed by inexplicable power in an instant, and it was too late to return to the gray mist.

As the ancient and delicate bronze whistle fused, Crane's spirit body seemed to swell a little, but it was actually much thicker.

Two pitch-black flames leaped out of his eye sockets, as if they had a life force of their own.

With the help of meditation and spiritual adjustment, Klein converved all the coldness from death into his body, and the anomaly in his eyes quickly recovered.

It's like an evil spirit showing the appearance of a normal person to lure its prey closer.

Immediately afterward, Klein put on "Wriggling Hunger" and hid the extraordinary properties of the "Knell" revolver and "Nightmare", the latter of which he prepared to explore the dreams of the creatures of the world in the book in search of anomalies.

After making all the preparations, he unscrewed the lid of the metal vial, poured out a few drops of blood, and applied it to the cover of Grossell's Travels.

After a short wait, what he saw was blurry at first, as if there were countless transparent things hidden, and then it became clear, with blue sky, white clouds, gray-brown city walls, and pedestrians coming and going.

It's not the ice and snow land it used to be, but a city that looks normal on the surface...... Standing on the side of the rammed earth road, Klein examines the inhabitants of the world in the book, and finds that most of them are wearing linen shirts, short brown jackets, and dark, loose-fitting trousers, and the overall style is similar to that of the kingdom of Rune hundreds of years ago.

Looking down at his embodied tuxedo, hard-collared shirt, and dark red bow tie, Crane silently changed them all, and suddenly became indistinguishable from the people around him.

He then walked to the city gate, ready to enter.

Just then, a guard in leather armor stopped him:

"Entrance tax!1 Riddle. ”

Do you think I'm rich? I don't even know what Riddle is...... Crane muttered a few words in his heart amusedly, and then used the "communication" between the spirits to successfully divert the attention of the gatekeepers to the caravan entering the city behind.

As a quasi-resentful spirit that can possess the other party for manipulation, it is normal to exert mental influence on the target, which is not very strong, but for ordinary people, it is very effective.

Entering the city, Crane walked the streets with a relaxed appearance, feeling that the public health environment here was a little better than that of Beckland in the early years, and that there seemed to be a mature sewer system, and there would be no things like dumping feces, urine, and garbage upstairs.

"I can't tell it's a false world in the book at all, everyone has a 'spirit thread'......" Klein looked at it as he walked forward, and suddenly saw a stone building more than ten meters high on the side, it was only two floors, and the top of the gate was almost four meters above the ground.

There was a sign next to the building with a few words that were different from any outside text but could be understood by Klein at a glance:

"The Blacksmiths' Guild of Pesot"

There's also the Blacksmith's Guild, which is really not yet the age of steam...... As soon as Klein sighed, he saw the door creak open, and a giant with long limbs walked out of it!

The giant had a gray-blue complexion, a trademark vertical one-eyed head, a large, heavy hammer in his hand, and a corner of his mouth hooked up to the other side of the street.

The humans who come and go are not afraid of him, they seem to have seen too much.

They even greeted the giant:

"Good afternoon, Grossell!"

Grossell...... Crane's pupils, who were blind to the giant's appearance, shrank his pupils, and then he felt familiar!

He was about to catch up, only to find the giant turn into another street and disappear into his eyes.

Klein stood still, quietly watching the intersection of the two streets, and had a vague guess in his heart:

"In the world of books, there is also a Grossell?

"No, the travelogue ends with Grossell dying in the Land of Frost......

"Is this another story?"

Confused, Crane didn't rush to find Grossell, turned around and entered a tavern down the street.

This kind of place is often the most chaotic and complex place in a city, which helps him to quickly grasp the overall situation.

The tavern was dimly lit and not very well ventilated, and the air was a little muddy, and at this time, there were not many people who came to drink, most of them were at the bar, chatting happily with each other and the bartender.

Klein walked over slowly, his gaze suddenly frozen.

He saw a man with a sharp black hat and an asymmetrical coat sitting on the side of the bar, he was good-looking, with flaxen hair, dark brown eyes, a high nose bridge and thin lips, it was none other than Mobert Zoroaster, the Viscount of the Solomon Empire!

Seeing him, Crane remembered the image of the "dreamer" aging rapidly, falling to the ground, crawling towards the elven singer Shatas with difficulty, and holding her palm.

It was as clear as if it had happened yesterday, but now Mobet was in front of his eyes again.

Crane pondered, walked over, and sat down next to the Mobet.

He didn't speak, he knew Mobet would take the initiative to communicate.

"Stranger, first time in Pesot? I swear, I haven't seen you before. Mobet put down the glass containing the distilled spirit and looked sideways at Klein.

"I'm from the Land of Frost. Crane said casually.

Mobet burst out laughing:

"You're kidding, this is the Land of Frost, and that was many years ago, of course.

"Ever since the legendary 'King of the North' was killed by some adventurers, no, heroes, there has been no snow here, and everyone thinks that it should now be called the Land of Neverwinter. ”

Klein fell silent and didn't respond.

"Why are you so serious? Looks like you're in pain. Mobet sympathetically knocked down the wooden board of the bar, took a sip of wine, and said, "I tell you, men should never get married, it will be the beginning of a lifetime of pain! You know what? When she has the slightest emotional turmoil, she will beat me up, beat me when she is happy, beat me when she is shy, beat me when she is angry, and will beat me anyway! I have decided that from now on, I will not go home again!"

Klein was silent for two seconds, looked at Mobet's face, and found that there were no traces of bruises and swelling on it, which showed that the elven singer still knew that men wanted face.

He asked with some sighs:

"Then why did you marry her?"

Mobet was stunned for a moment, and said with a bitter smile:

"I came here with the caravan, and when I first saw her, she was so beautiful, and her singing voice was so beautiful, and there seemed to be indescribable sadness hidden in it, oh, how much I loved her then, and how afraid I am of her now! I, I will never go back, hey, why are you a little sad? Don't feel sorry for me, I'm free!"

At this moment, the door of the tavern was slammed open, and a beautiful female voice shouted:

"Mobet, get out!

"I've hit me dozens of times, if you don't go home, you'll never go back!

"Ten, Nine......"

Mobet bounced up and ran to the door, muttering as she ran:

"I know you're not going to be patient, every time you count to 8, just jump to 2!"

Crane turned to the side and saw Shatath's figure, but he no longer had the idea of communicating with him.

The real Mobet and Châtas are dead, and only the two characters from the world in the book are alive here.

Standing up and leaving the tavern, Crane went to a nearby uninhabited alley, intending to check what the spirit world was like here.

He quickly sketched one cascading ball of light after another in his mind, his thoughts gradually emptied, and his body and mind became peaceful.

With the little extension of spirituality, many indescribable illusory figures appeared around him, but there was no clear and clear brilliance of the seven different colors containing countless knowledge in the high sky.

"There are no seven lights...... There aren't enough spirit creatures in the realm...... This is indeed a false spiritual realm constructed by the book itself......" Klein stepped in, only to feel that the colors in front of him were suddenly distinct, extremely rich, and clearly overlapped.

He was in no hurry to explore the spirit realm, and retreated, wandering around the city of Pesot, chatting with people.

It didn't take long for him to find Grossell's residence.

The giant, who ran a blacksmith shop, was sitting on the big bed on the second floor, catching up on his nap.

Klein went straight through the wall and came to Grossell's side.

He stared at the giant for a few seconds, pulling out the extraordinary properties of the Nightmare from its body, using its natural abilities rather with great difficulty.

The deep and quiet darkness quickly filled, enveloping Crane and Grossell in one fell swoop, and in the spirit state, Crane directly saw an irregular ball of hazy light.

His spirituality immediately spread over and touched the ball of light.

Scattered scenes appeared and flashed around him in an instant, and finally settled on the other side of the forest, where the peaks of the mountains stood and the cliffs were steep, and at the top of the magnificent palace was a magnificent palace.

The palace was tall and magnificent, not like it was intended for humans, giving people the intuitive feeling that it came from mythology, and the twilight that fell on it seemed to freeze.

Klein has seen this palace, this is the "Giant Court" that appeared in the dream world of the relics of the gods!

However, his current perspective is completely different from before, and his current position is at the back of the royal court!