Even when praying to himself, Klein was so religious for the first time, and part of the reason included nervousness.

After taking four steps backwards, he was already sitting on the seat belonging to the "Fool", and when he clicked on the crimson star corresponding to the prayer, an illusory door slowly opened.

Klein carried the lifeless lark's body into a gray mist, and after leaving the real world and entering the ancient temple, the fluffy bird's body quickly deflated like a leaky balloon.

Soon, as a burst of silvery-white light converged inward, Klein raised his hand, waving a slowly surging gray mist, and he picked up the contents of the long bronze table.

The object has completely changed its shape, revealing a smooth layer of snake moults with a broken wheel pattern, like freshly peeled snake skin, and the translucent snake moults are exceptionally soft.

Is it really a complete "shell"?

Flipping the soft, elastic snake between his fingers, Crane couldn't help but have another bad expectation.

If Esther was completely unconscious and her body was sent to a gray mist, would there be a similar anomaly?

Klein quickly swept the terrible association out of his mind, and if he thought about it any further, the emotions he had barely managed to sort out would slide into despair again.

It's better to look at it from another angle, my secret puppets, including the clones of the "Thief", are similar to this kind of separation of individuals, at least much more normal than a layer of "painted skin......

No, in fact, none of them is normal, and the extraordinary are not normal.

Crane thought to himself, raising his right hand to catch the ball of light that flew down from the air in front of him as he wished.

Inside the sphere, the tiny dots of light inside had coalesced into a small ball, clinging to the transparent and gray surface of the sphere, straight towards Crane's left hand, as if eager to emerge from the inside and fall into the already empty snake molt.

Crane didn't rush into action, but put the snake on the table, his left hand was weak, and the citrine pendant immediately appeared in his hand.

Crane let the crystal hang down vertically, his right hand still holding the sparsely lit orb, he closed his eyes and began to whisper the divination phrase: "I can wake up the ...... of Nornes by the point of light"

Seven times later, Crane opened his eyes and saw that the citrine was turning clockwise in greater amplitude.

After a moment's thought, Crane performed another divination: "Releasing a point of light has an effect on Esther......"

When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the citrine was spinning counterclockwise in a slight amplitude, which meant that there wasn't much of an impact.

Is the amplitude smaller because there is a possibility of being detected?

With a flick, the pendant between Crane's fingers disappeared in an instant, and his gaze fell on the light, and it took him a moment to make up his mind.

In the current situation, he needs some means to break the game, and there is nothing more Klein can do than release this light.

He wasn't suspicious of the Dark Goddess, but he was far less trusting of the "Traveler Senior", the gods weren't easy to deal with, and Crane was worried about the price he hadn't paid for the time being, and it was likely that he would need to honor it in the future.

Sure enough, it's better to do it yourself, although it has nothing to do with "abundant food and clothing......

Fortunately, I am already a "trickster", so I will not be stunned by these gray mist, and I can already summon more power, and I will not be at a loss in the face of this ball of light.

Klein took a deep breath, flexed his fingers, and gently tapped his knuckles against the outer shell of the ball of light.

What his fingers had clearly touched was a special compartment condensed from the gray mist, but to Klein, it seemed to knock on an invisible and heavy door.

A "bang" sounded clearly from the ball of light.

But it didn't stop, but it rang one after another, as if on the other side of the door, an invisible person was continuing to knock on it, and the knock became distorted and mixed, and there was a humming sound of the same frequency coming from inside, as if hundreds of people were muttering at the same time.

When such voices came together, it became quite impactful, and Crane was used to the whispering of the gray fog, and it was nothing to him.

But he gradually discerned something that was not quite right in the whispers, and that the people spoke a variety of languages—no Rune, Intis, or Vrsack, nor any occult languages like Old Hermes or Giants.

But as Klein scertained the voices more closely, his expression grew more solemn.

How is that possible, this is ...... What are the languages of our different countries?

In a few broken Chinese whispers, Klein's expression gradually returned to calm, he remembered the light cocoon hanging outside the blue and black gate, if these lights and light cocoons were interconnected, then there would be these dreamy words, it was not an accident.

Where Klein had struck, a ring of faint light appeared outside the transparent sphere, and fine cracks spread rapidly from within the light, gradually filling the entire sphere as the whispers grew louder and louder.

Just as it was about to shatter, all the murmurs were lowered, and the hum suddenly became high-pitched, and even if Crane couldn't fully understand what it was calling, he suddenly understood what it meant.

A voice suddenly came to mind, speaking to him in Klein's own voice:

"Light, chaos, fate, calamity......

"Tianzun?"

Some powerful attraction began to tug at Crane's consciousness, and each time he ascended the gray mist, the whisper rang out again, more clearly than ever.

Until another call with a double voice sounded, gentle and calm, all the more familiar to Crane:

"Zhou Mingrui, wake up."

It was the voices of Esther and Zoya, merging together.

Crane's body trembled as he sat on the long bronze table, and he finally woke up from the whisper that did not belong to him, and he got rid of the strange state that resonated invisibly, and the whispering in his ears disappeared.

Several spirit worms were shaken off Klein's body as he straightened up, writhing helplessly beside him, and the next moment they slowly floated up and merged back into Crane's spirit.

Only then did Klein realize that his state of approaching loss of control had only lasted for a short moment, and the ball of light in his hand had not even changed further, but the shell was already full of gaps, and there was no place for it to be complete.

Just as Crane was about to regather the gray mist and seal the ball of light to its previous state, the confinement that blocked the escape of the light point was completely shattered, and this time it did not make any more whispers.

With a slight hum, the tiny dots of light shrank together and fell into Crane's palm, forming an illusory and soft glow, about the size of a quail egg.

However, seeing the gray mist next to him constantly tumbling and looking like he was about to move, Klein knew that as soon as he let go, the gray mist would immediately rush up and swallow all the light.

So he didn't hesitate any longer, and put that little bit of light on the snake's molt.

When Crane raised his hand again, a cluster of larks that were quietly napping appeared under his palm.

Looking at the lark's body that was heaving with breath again, Crane let out a long sigh of relief.

At least the results are good.

——

At night, the crimson crescent moon rises to the sky, high above the city with low clouds.

Beckland, Bridge area.

Iron Gate Street, "Brave Bar", Billiard Room No. 3.

A thin boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, sitting at a round table in the corner, counted the account books in a black box, mixed with a small number of letters.

His fine black hair is neatly groomed, and his already handsome appearance is easy to make people feel good, although his facial features still have a green color that has not fully grown, but those bright red eyes show a calmness that does not match his age.

The boy was clad in an old, ill-fitting coat, with a bowler hat and satchel hanging from the back of his chair, and he intently flipped through everything in the box, finally looking up from the "goods" and looking at the boy who was younger than him opposite.

"I have to say, seeing that children your age can find me, I should seriously consider opening a different business."

Across from him was a boy in his early teens, dressed in a modest white shirt and black suspenders, and wearing a torn hat with a ball on his head.

The boy was leaning leisurely against the wall, watching with relish, pale and pale, playing billiards on the opposite side of the room.

Hearing that, the bright-haired boy turned his head and grimaced at the red-eyed boy:

"Give a little money and talk a little nonsense, it's pretty smooth. Because I'm holding what you want, there's no way they're going to stop me.

"It's not difficult, it's just a lie. An orphan like me has been deceiving people since birth. For example, if I deceive myself or other orphans, I will care that our relatives live in some corner of the world. ”

"So, you want me to call you 'rabbit', right?"

"Yes, after all, the title 'old man' doesn't look like your name, I still have to go to school, so I can't use my name generously."

The younger boy had a bright smile and wore a pair of Sven's disc glasses, but there was always a faint coldness in the ice-blue eyes behind the lenses, allowing the boy to detect a detached vigilance.

It's good that such a person can live longer in the underground trade, and he won't be dumped in some sewer tomorrow.

Anyway, as long as the other party can bring something of value, Ian Wright doesn't care who he trades with, he is only responsible for the transaction, not for investigating the other party's origins.

After all, the "old man" is just an underground dealer in arms and intelligence, not a law-abiding private detective.

Standing up from the round table, Ian held out his right hand to the boy, "Anyway, I think you're quite pleasing to the eye, and I hope to see you more often in the future." ”

"I'm very busy, I still have to go to school, I'll come back when I have time."

Rabbit's reply wasn't very sincere, but he did reach out and shake Ian twice.

The man playing billiards on the other side moved his fingers slightly, and the white billiard ball grazed the edges and popped out, rolling all the way into the hole.