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Although he had a relatively accurate guess about the sender, for the sake of safety, Klein still asked one more question before opening the letter:

"Who sent it?"

Renette Tinicol's four blonde red-eyed heads said in turn:

"Dirty ......", "Dark ......", "......", "Container ......"

This nickname...... Crane was stunned for a moment, and for a moment he didn't immediately react to match Triss's and Miss Courier's descriptions.

But when you think about it, it's a fitting description.

As far as Klein knew, the witch who had been renamed Trisquirk was likely one of the mediums of the primordial awakening or descending.

In this case, it is not impossible to call it a "container".

And those who know enough about the mysterious world know that the "primordial witch" is an evil god, known as the "finalist" who ends everything, with the purpose of creating the end of the world and destroying everything, and holds part of the authority over feelings and feelings-related desires, he is described as dirty and dark, not too apt, but understandable.

In the same way, squalor and darkness can also describe Triss who has been polluted by the evil god to a certain extent.

is worthy of an angel, and dares to say such a "primordial witch"...... Klein secretly exclaimed, and was about to unfold the letter and read it.

At this time, he suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly looked at the messenger and said:

"How does the sender behave towards you?"

"She's ......," "......," "scared......," and "scared," Renette Tinnicol said one after another, and the one who couldn't get on the wheel could only open his mouth briefly.

Crane's expression became a little more solemn, and he asked thoughtfully:

"Did you tag her?"

Renette Tinicole's head, who had not been able to speak just now, preemptively said:

"No ......"

The remaining three blonde red-eyed heads immediately added:

"Because ......", "She ......", "There is ......"

"The ...... of the original ......" and "the ...... of the breath"

Klein was silent for a few seconds and nodded:

"I see."

Seeing that the messenger was about to leave, Klein hurriedly said:

"Please tell Sharon and Marić that something big may happen in Beckland during this time, and that a strong man suspected of being Zarathu has come to Beckland, so they must be careful, and it is best not to even go to the 'Brave' bar."

"Zarathu ......"

This time, Renette Tinicole's four heads spoke at the same time, and it seemed to take a certain amount of effort to remember who it was.

"The leader of the Esoteric Order, the angel who once went crazy and is now normal, is conservatively estimated to be Sequence One." Klein added.

Renette Tinicol nodded, and said nothing, he was about to leave, but Crane said again, "I'm about to do something, this thing is dangerous, and I may need your help." ”

The four heads spoke in turn:

"This ......", "......", "Deal with ......", "Who ......"

It's so straightforward...... Klein sighed and smiled:

"The King's Speech Ceremony Two Days Later."

"I suspect this may be his rite of ordination, so I'm going to try to sabotage George III's plans, and I may need your help at a critical moment."

Renette Tinicol's four blonde red-eyed heads immediately replied:

"This ......", "Sounds ......", "Very ......", "Dangerous ......"

"......", "a lot of ......", "...... remuneration"

"Don't know what you need?" Klein had long guessed that this kind of thing was definitely not something that could be solved with a gold pound.

Renette Tinicol thought for a few seconds, and the head who didn't speak in the second round just now slowly spoke: "Spell ......"

…… Klein squeezed out a smile and said:

"The 'Yesterday's Recurring' charm that I sent with the letter before?"

The principle of this spell is that the "ancient scholars" draw power from history, use the charm to get power from their past selves, catch the source fort, and be able to restore the angels to the best moments in the past...... Hey, yes, I can also use this charm to tempt Will and Parles Zoroaster, and give them a few more, so that they can also have more self-preservation. Whether Will wants to come or not, I'll have to ask......

"No problem."

He nodded in agreement:

"But I also need to save my strength for this matter, and I may not be able to give you much."

This is that he has not separated the "Spirit Worm" recently, he has just been promoted, he has enough spirituality, and he can put out a lot of reserves, far from reaching the time when he needs to rest, and the second is that he feels that even then he can't give too much at once, and he still needs to accumulate strength to prepare for action.

"To ......" and "Three ......"

Three, Crane's forehead twitched, recalling the pain of tearing his soul when he killed the spirit worm, and forced a smile on his face:

"Okay."

"I'll fight, well, I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Renette Tinicol's four heads swayed up and down with the help of her pulled hair, indicating that there was no problem.

Klein then hurriedly wrote a text message to Leonard and Parles Zoroaster, and picked up another gold coin:

"Drop it in the newspaper box at Zotlandstraße 17 in Tingen."

He had done a divination before, and found that Leonard had left Beckland at some point, and had returned to Tingen to become the leader of the Extraordinary, and lived on the street where the newly built "Black Thorn Security Company" was located.

Leonard didn't even say a word to me...... Crane felt the urge to sigh, they still trusted each other and cared for each other, but there was already a deep chasm between the relatives of the hidden "Fools" and the official Extraordinaries of the Night Church.

Renette Tinicol's head swayed, and she gently bit down on the letter and the gold coin with her teeth.

After seeing Miss Courier step into the void and leave the place, he unfolded the paper and skimmed through Triss's letter.

Provided information on the "White Saintess" Katarina, suggesting that I could cooperate and reduce the opponent's combat power before the destruction began? …… Isn't that exactly what I want to do...... Crane's eyes flickered a few times, and he immediately found a pasty-like black mass.

Immediately afterward, he took on the form of Gelman Sparrow and smeared the mass evenly on a small mirror in the room.

But he waited patiently for nearly ten minutes, until the mushy black thing had all evaporated out of thin air, and Crane had not been able to contact the witch Triss.

Sure enough, Triss, who had been contaminated to a certain extent by the "Original Witch", recognized Miss Messenger's level and was frightened by the angel who delivered the letter...... In the near future, she may not be in contact with Gelman Sparrow...... Hey, if I had known that Miss Courier was an angel in a special state, I would not have let her appear in front of Triss, or told her that if there was a witch summoning, she could bring a letter with her...... Klein sighed silently, and could only say that it was a bit unlucky.

But the information had arrived, and Crane thought about it for a moment and began to set up the ritual to prepare the letter to be sacrificed to the "Angel of War".

……

"Your Excellency the Consul."

"Angel of Temperance."

Azik Eggers immediately recognized the owner and location of the voice, he put down his pen and looked indifferently at the distant sky, only to see a figure slowly appearing, with his feet on the railing of the balcony.

Richard left the spirit realm, landed lightly on the ground, and asked straight to the point:

"The Grim Reaper acquiesced in your visit to the Northern Continent to stop the King of Rune's ritual?"

Hearing this, Azk subconsciously glanced into the distance, and in his field of vision, a looming black mist still wrapped the coastline of the Southern Continent. He breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and reminded:

"Yes, don't bring it up outside of the Southern Continent."

"My Father has entrusted me with the handling of this matter."

"And High Priest Hetel?"

"He will go with me, too." Azik bowed slightly, as if reading Richard's doubts, and he added, "It won't be long before God will temporarily shelter Byron and the Southern Continent in our place." ”

"Oh, thank Him."

Richard made a gesture and asked, "Your Excellency, can you reveal a little bit who is secretly gathering men to prepare for the destruction of the ritual?" I hope that my actions will give the Northern Continent and the King of Rune some blow, and not become a game for some great being. ”

Azk's eyes flickered slightly, and he cleared his throat randomly, and said:

"It's an offer from someone I trust."

"Would you like to hear about it?"

"He is also a member of a secret being, but please be assured that his actions are purely motivated by his own sense of justice, not by the dictates of a hidden being."

Richard was a little dissatisfied with the answer: "Who knows if it was instructed?" After all, there are countless ways in this world to make people think things that don't belong to them, and I don't know anything about them, you and I can do it. ”

As if to demonstrate, Richard raised a hand to draw Azik's gaze, and snapped his fingers slightly.

"It's rude."

The snap sounded like a switch, and Azik's mind suddenly flooded with a flood of crazy, chaotic memories and consciousness—memories of his own involvement in human sacrifices, and distortions of the Rose School's insane blood sacrifices. Azik's eyes were suddenly bloodshot, but before he could be affected, these consciousnesses were easily suppressed in the blink of an eye, and there was nothing in Azik's brain that he shouldn't have.

Azik froze for two seconds, then took a deep breath to sweep away the chaos of spirituality and self-awareness.

As an angel in the same camp, of course, Richard could not really do anything to Azik, he crossed his arms and said as if chatting:

"I'm sure I'll do my best, but don't I'm tired of doing my part, and then suddenly someone pops up and says thank you for your efforts, my lord's goal has been achieved, then I'll go into an extremely manic state of indulgence on the spot."

Azik's mind came up with the image of the "Fool" Crane giving Crane an oracle, and he said in his heart no, absolutely not, definitely not, how could Crane instruct himself? But he still had to keep a serious attitude, and persuaded meaningfully:

"The Hidden Being doesn't bother to do that."

"Disdainful of ......" Richard frowned, he knew such a being, and trusted the statement a little more.

The consul of Byron, the own son of the Grim Reaper, was secretly in collusion with other hidden beings? This is also the will of the Grim Reaper? A hidden ally? Richard thought of many things in a moment.

And Azik didn't say much, and the less he said, the more he could help Crane maintain his mystery.

After about half a minute, Richard asked, "When is the event?" ”

Azk shook a copy of the Daily Bakerland that his men had sacrificed.

"Less than sixty hours to go."

……

"Zaratulqing, you have been staying in Beckland, have you found what you are looking for?"

In the depths of Sodrrak Palace, above the shadow-covered throne, George III's voice came lazily with a twisting magic.

The puppet in the corner of the palace changed into the appearance of Zarathu, and the old man, who covered his face with a hood and a large white beard, let out two muffled chuckles, and laughed at himself:

"Old man is unlucky, when I was in Intis, my target was in Rune. After I arrived in Rune, my goal shifted to Intis again. ”

"Perhaps the Creator's shelter is the greatest luck, the guidance of fate, and I can't compare with it."

He lowered his voice and gesture, but George III on the throne fell silent, the air pressure in the palace seemed to drop in an instant, and Zaratul closed his eyes and silently hid in the shadows. There is no audacity to peek at the throne.

"Oh, what do you mean?"

Spirituality outlines an overwhelming shadow, and a golden lamp at the hand of the throne seems to be a plaything that cannot be put down.

The shadows slowly wrapped around like the sea, and the location of Zarathu suddenly turned into an island in the middle of the shadows.

"In any case, Qing is now also my favorite, and it can be said that he is the god of thunder and the lord of truth, do you think that this favor is not as good as the real creator?"

Zaratul was a little depressed, but fortunately the secret couple did not feel out of breath, he just felt that his body had become heavy, and the spirit threads and limbs seemed to be skewing in strange directions, he lowered his head and whispered:

"Don't dare."

"It doesn't matter." The increasingly moody king smiled again, "Fate will prove to be on your side, because—"

The future Black Emperor chuckled a few lowly, his fingers rubbing the "Wishing Lamp" made of gold, confident that fate and victory were on his side, so he smiled and said nothing.

Sure enough, something is wrong, how can an ordinary plaything make the soon-to-be-become "Black Emperor" fall in love with it, and the "Black Emperor" seems to be completely unaware that his love for this "seal" and "cultural relic" is somewhat beyond common sense...... It is precisely for this reason that the God of Thunder will give me a separate oracle to investigate and be wary of this seal...... Zarathu's beard shook twice, and he did not dare to say what was in his heart.

The original George III was simply arrogant, but he also had more or less arrogant capital.

He was able to mediate with the three major churches in his country for so long, and he was supported by the one in the "Dusk Hermit's Society", and he was only one step away from success, of course, he was scheming and cruel enough.

But now......

Zarathu couldn't tell what it felt, but his spirituality told him that George III seemed to have been influenced by something, to become moody, to become somewhat strange, and that it might not have been the distortion of the "Black Emperor" pathway.

There's definitely something wrong with this "wishing lamp" that has never been obtained by any organization!

"The minister retired."

He remained silent, bowed his eyebrows, and spoke with a gesture and a pretension that pleased the king. George III waved his hand casually, and Zaratul immediately withdrew his consciousness from the current puppet and transferred it to the other puppets in Bakeland.

With his departure, silence returned to the palace of Sodrak.

Occasionally, low laughter and conversation could be heard from the depths of the dark palace, as if someone was talking to the air.

……

Early the next morning.

Klein woke up on time, washed up, and got ready to start the day.

There is no noteworthy information in today's daily newspaper, nothing more than a warm-up for the upcoming event.

When Klein went out, he noticed that the streets were obviously much more lively, and Bakeland seemed to be in a more excited state.

The first is that there are more people, and the second is that the frequency of appearances about the country and the king in the chat has become significantly higher, and with the hearing of the demigods, Crane can easily hear several eyeliners that are mixed in the crowd to spread the title of "His Majesty the Emperor".

Some are ordinary people, and some are low-order extraordinary, who should be MI9 or Psychological Alchemy.

"The influence of the Black Emperor on the populace? He has not yet become an emperor, he is still a prince...... Has it been possible to mobilize the emotions of the people through newspapers? Klein couldn't help but slander and felt faintly uncomfortable, "Is it through the information medium?" Newspapers, radio, magazines...... He secretly proclaimed himself Emperor, and the person who accepted this self-proclaimed title might be influenced by Him......"

Even his servants showed varying degrees of fanaticism, and on the whole Walter, the butler, was the calmest, probably because the third prince, who had been kind to him, had become a political victim, and he consciously resisted political incitement.

Crane didn't say anything, but got into the carriage and prepared to go to the charity to check on the work during this time, and then pray at St. Samuel's Church near noon, listen to the sermon of Bishop Elektra, and invite him to lunch.

On the way, Crane ghostly glanced out the window.

Just then, a breeze lifted the curtain of the carriage, and his gaze looked through the glass of the carriage and saw the street.

He saw an unassuming white-bearded old man, dressed in an old cloak and resting under a street lamp on crutches.

There were three or two crows on the street lamp, constantly scanning the surroundings.

And from a distance, there are far more crows than that, and it can be said that there is one in almost every high place in this block!

Cold sweat almost exploded on Klein's back, and he immediately withdrew his gaze, staring intently at the decoration in the carriage in a daze, meditating constantly, removing all the emotions just now.

There are no white circles on the crow's eyes.

Zarathu!

TBC

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Double more successful.

(End of chapter)