After Lorota left, Grandin sat on the couch, drinking coffee and continuing to flip through the Fisherman's Morning Post, surrounded by a few members of the group who were busy with their own business. Ademisor, on the other hand, was arranged by him to go to the cemetery outside the company to run laps.

Before Ademisor could take the 'monster' potion, he had to be in a relatively strong body to minimize the risk of losing control.

Grandin read all the morning papers sent by the postman, but found no of the newspaper that he cared about.

So he asked aloud:

"Sally, have you seen Rat Tail Alley?"

Selie sat next to him, energetically sorting through the newspapers.

Every day, this girl who loved to read would copy down valuable information or beautiful words from the newspaper and paste them on the bulletin boards, and she was doing just that.

Hearing this, she raised her head and quickly replied:

"Rat Tail Alley is a weekly newsletter with only one issue a week. If you need it, I can find all the previous issues. ”

"I recommend that you start reading in the April issue of this year, when the 'Enmatt Horror Stories' had just been serialized. Goddess, since I watched that serial, there was a time when I was afraid to walk at night. ”

Sally patted her chest gently. She was still dressed in a black robe, but as she moved, Grandin could see that there was beautiful lace on the neckline and cuffs of her shirt, and these decorations made her more youthful and lively in her solemnity.

"And June's 'Gone Aways'......" Cylie said the title with a somewhat frightened expression, but she quickly overcame it and continued to recommend it to Grandin with great interest, "This one is terrifying......

Miss Sally, you're a vegetable and fun-loving person...... Grandin looked at the team member and shook his head and smiled.

"Cylie, please give me the latest issue of the newspaper. I found some of the descriptions in the newspaper to seem too real, as if they had actually happened. You know, as a night watcher, you can't let go of any small clues. ”

Grandin interrupted Sally's gushing introduction, his serious look affected the latter, Sally's mind hadn't turned for a while, but she still subconsciously obeyed:

"Okay, okay, I'll find them right away."

For the rest of the morning, Grandin and Sally had been sorting through the previous issues, and Ademisore soon joined in after the workout.

Before lunch, Grandin finally sorted everything out.

He took out the particularly fascinating and realistic articles and compared them with the unsolved case files in the city of Emmatt over the years, hoping to find some clues, but until the end, Grandin found nothing.

"Nothing suspicious."

He sighed and put the file back in its place.

Hearing him say this, Seli was visibly relieved:

"Great! Rat Tail Alley is my favorite newspaper, and I don't want it to be a problem. ”

"The Godfather......" Ademisor, who was also sorting out the information, hesitated, but finally decided to speak, "These newspapers are vague, I, I mean, they give me a vague feeling......"

Ademisor hadn't drunk the potion yet, but his innate inspiration had allowed him to see a lot of things.

Grandin did not dare to relax about the 'feeling' of his godson, although he himself did not get similar inspiration, he still considered it:

"Since you say so, maybe we can find a time to visit the newspaper office."

At this time, Karin, wearing a halterneck apron, came down the stairs and called everyone to the restaurant to eat.

Halfway through their meal, Lorota also returned, and she also brought back the latest news:

"Yesterday the Storm Church's substitutes, led by Deacon Francis, raided a cultist stronghold. Because of the clever timing of the raid, they were able to achieve good results without losing much of their own. ”

“…… The cultists seemed to have gone awry during the sacrifice, and by the time the punisher arrived, the group was already lying on the ground. ”

"Haha, there's nothing surprising about it, people who worship evil gods are not in a normal mind...... In addition, when the substitutes later inspected the scene, they discovered that the group had been attacked by other extraordinary people earlier. That mysterious extraordinary person was very powerful, and there were many mid-level powerhouses among the cultists, but in front of that one, they were like a bunch of little chickens. ”

Seeing that all the players at the table cast curious glances, Lorota first forked a whole keel fish steak into his plate, and then continued mysteriously:

"According to the punisher's speculation, it is very likely that the person who shot it was a demigod."

Hearing the news, there was another inhalation sound at the dining table.

Civilians may not understand what a 'demigod' is, but they know that words associated with gods often mean powerful.

And Sally and Milton, who really knew the meaning of the demigods, were already trembling at this time.

Only those strong people above Sequence 4 can be called demigods, because their life level and spirit have undergone qualitative changes, and they can even be called mythical creatures.

Grandin didn't react to this, and he focused on the juicy seafood on his plate.

"The Punisher raid was a success, but it still allowed a considerable number of cultists to infiltrate the city of Enmat. So please be vigilant and report anything you find. ”

Lorota reminded.

There was suddenly a group of outlaws in the city where he lived, which made the team members feel a little heavy.

Seeing that the atmosphere was dull, Lorota hurriedly remedied:

"Although the substitute punishment team of yesterday's operation did not catch a live mouth, they still remembered the physical characteristics of many people, and now as long as they draw a portrait, they can be wanted nationwide by the United Police Agency, and this matter will soon pass."

Yesterday suffered a series of blows, and there are still people in the Rose School who have escaped? However, it is not so easy to find those few people in a city with a population of one million, and you can only be more careful in normal times.

Grandin thought silently for a while, and when he saw that the atmosphere had eased somewhat, he added:

"For the next period of time, please go out together, it will be safer."

Naturally, there was no objection to this suggestion, and at the dinner table, everyone was assigned groups according to their own routes home. Naturally, Grandin is still with Ademisor, and they have an extra Sally in their group, and they will send Sally home first and then back to the tavern.

After half an hour in the sun, Grandin sat in a separate office and began to write to his teacher, Bishop Rosen:

“...... I have recently become interested in an alchemical item, do you know about the Blood Diamond? Or where can I find the relevant information? Your student, Grandin Oudeh. ”

After finishing the letter, Grandin stuffed it into an envelope. He decided to ask Lorota to expedite the letter to Beckland today, using the night watchman's internal channel.

Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, Grandin only rested for a while, then straightened his back again, took out his diary, and began to write a summary of the recent period, sorting out the various situations he had encountered.

Although he is confident in his memory, he is not worried about forgetting. But what he was afraid of was that he suddenly ignored the existence of these things, and even simply tampered with his memories and cognition.

He always suspected that he had already encountered such a situation. I obviously feel that I should still have something to do, but I just can't remember it, and even the doubt itself will gradually fade away.

He first flipped through his recent diary before proceeding:

"While whale oil is commonly used as fuel for kerosene lamps by the citizens of Enmat, the shopkeepers of the 'Kara Hut' are using vegetable oil. She's not from Emmat? Or even that she doesn't live in Emmatt at all? ”

At this point, Grandin paused for a moment, if she didn't live in Emmatt, how could she get into the underworld?

He quickly remembered the strange teleportation process, as well as the elven words such as 'Spirit World' and 'Passage' that appeared when the owner of the 'Kara Hut' held a ceremony.

He pondered for a moment and went on to write:

"Suppose everyone can teleport into the underground world of Emmat after performing the right ritual......"

Writing this, Grantin kneaded his eyebrows as if he had a headache, and then continued to comb:

"After being promoted, I saw the Chill Bird, which is iron-gray and looks like a crow, and its ability to drive away storms has been proven, and I can see me in a special state."

This reminded him that he was not invincible in the advent state, there were special creatures that could see, and there were attacks that could hurt him.

Whew, but the Bird and I are so good that the power of the Faith Gold Coin can be transmitted to it almost without any damage. It seems willing to help me...... I wonder if I can please it be my messenger?

Grandin thought as he turned the pen with his fingers, and without paying attention, the pen fell to the table, and the tip of the pen spilled a large cloud of ink.

"It's a bit abnormal, according to the ability of my 'machine', I can spin all day even if I don't deliberately control it!"

He defended his pencil technique as he wiped the ink off the table with a tissue.

When he looked up again, he suddenly saw the iron-gray trumpet bird standing by the window, its dark eyes drooping, and its beak opening and closing from time to time, as if it was eating some kind of snack.

"Chill Bird?"

"Phew-"

The trumpeter chirped, then bent its wings like a gentleman and saluted.

Shouldn't crows croak? Isn't it too friendly to me? Can it see the special in me?

Grandin's thoughts raced and he tried to converse in Rune:

"Will you be my messenger?"

The Bird jumped happily onto the desk, then nodded in submission.

Things went so smoothly that Grandin almost forgot the next steps for a while:

"Thank you for your willingness, let's sign the contract."

He took out a piece of parchment from the drawer, dipped the pen in ink again, and quickly wrote the contract in ancient Hermesian. The ancient Hermetic language can harness the power of nature, and the Giants and Elves can do the same, but it is obviously the Hermetian language Grandin that is more familiar.

When writing a contract, the rigor of the language is very important. He tries to keep his sentences concise and unambiguous. The contract states that the messenger is not allowed to view or discard the letters, and cannot harm the summoner. The Chill Bird is stronger than him in full strength, so this sentence is necessary.

When he finished writing the check, Grandin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, because no matter how you look at it, this is an unequal contract. He then adds at the end that 'the messenger has the right to demand a fair reward from the contractor or from the other party to the letter'.

Well, what I agree with is reasonable.

Then he perfected the summoning spell:

"A creature that shuts between reality and fiction, a friendly creature to drive, a messenger that belongs only to Grandin Ode."

At this point, the contract has been completed, and the next step is to choose the name of a god to ensure the validity of the contract.

In this regard, the Eternal Sun, which represents the embodiment of order and the god of contract, has a natural advantage, but because of the faction he belongs to, this is undoubtedly the wrong choice.

After careful consideration, Grandin found that although the True God Position of the Destiny Path was vacant, he could choose the high-ranking person in the Destiny Realm to restrain the Courier. After all, he and the snake of fate can still talk, and it is no problem to hug his thighs.

And when he grows higher in the future, he can also guarantee the validity of the contract.

After considering the pros and cons clearly, he no longer hesitated and wrote down a description of his fate:

"The long river of circulation, the rushing torrent, the ultimate destination of endless destiny."

When the three sentences were finished, Grandin immediately felt keenly that there was a thread connecting him and the contract, and the words written in the ancient Hermetic script also ignited a golden flame one after another. They don't stand out, they just burn quietly. This soft light dispelled the sun shining in through the window.

Grandin quickly wrote down his full name:

"Grandin Ode."

When he finishes writing, the contract automatically floats up and comes to the position of the cold trumpeter.

Just when Grandin was worried about how to sign the contract, he saw it leap lightly and onto the parchment. The claws stepped on the burning golden flames, and the flames immediately wound around its paws, and then the Coldhorn Bird stepped solemnly on the place where it fell.

A paw mark that belongs to it appears on parchment.

After the pact was made, the golden flames burst into flames, burning the parchment to ashes with a single breath, and when the thread of fate connected him to the Coldhorn Bird, Grandin immediately knew the unique way to summon it.

Unlike normal messengers, summoning the Chillhorn Bird does not require herbs, essential oils, or cumbersome rituals to be performed.

Just recite a mantra in a language that can harness the forces of nature, accompanied by a certain amount of calamity, and it can be summoned.

For example, if Grandin accidentally drops his pen while spinning it, leaving ink stains on the desktop is a certain amount of disaster.

"Maybe it's better to describe it as bad luck...... But who makes the calamity sound higher? ”

Grandin muttered to himself.

The cold trumpet bird nodded earnestly in agreement.