"You go out for a while, don't join in the fun."

Crane said solemnly to Nornes, and finally persuaded the lark to move, let it follow the cool fan of early autumn, and fly out of the window.

The bird still had a vague complaint in its mouth, but as its figure rose to the sky, such muttering could not be heard.

Klein didn't know why, but since he had exhausted the remaining points of light from the gray fog and awakened Nornes from his icy state, the little guy had become more and more difficult to manage.

Although Nornes still listens to Crane's words, it sometimes deliberately misinterprets Crane's meaning, and even pretends not to understand, ignoring Crane's reminders to it, so that Crane has to use a corrective tone to warn.

I hope it doesn't run away into someone else's manor today...... Crane shook his head silently and sighed.

The last time he looked out of his study, he saw Nornes parked in the Macht family's carriage, and as the carriage passed through Berklund Street, the lark was speechless as it whistled all the way with its head held high.

Fortunately, the lark was not a rare bird and did not attract the attention of Miss Hézel, and Crane transformed into a moth's secret mate and quietly eavesdropped on her conversation with the servant.

Hazel was only curious about the call, and did not suspect anything, nor did she associate the bird with Daun Dantès's famous pet.

However, Klein also reflected afterwards, whether he was too indulgent to Noons, and he even tried to ask Miss Hall for "pet experience", but the golden retriever dog next to Audrey Hall has always been very well-behaved, even if Audrey has not disciplined him much, he has never caused any trouble.

Why is Nornes becoming more and more disobedient? Is it because of Esther's temperament? No, no, it's weird to think about it......

Crane put aside those thoughts that had gone all the way and began to concentrate on arranging the sacrificial ritual, and the white bone nails that exuded a gloomy aura were placed in a long iron box, and a spiritual wall was placed on the outside as a seal, and Nornes refused to leave the room because he had been squatting on the box and not moving.

However, after questioning Arodes, Crane had already decided to sacrifice this item to the Goddess of the Night in exchange for the recipe for the "Fortune Teller" sequence three.

This is a decision he made after hesitating again and again during this time, there is no use in keeping this thing, Klein does not think that Tarot will be able to get rid of this thing after knowing the side effects of this thing - when it comes to the matter of "Death", Crane should have consulted Mr. Azik the most, but since the two separated in the mausoleum of the "Artificial Death", Mr. Azik has fallen into a deep sleep.

Tomorrow I should write another letter to Mr. Azik, a lot has happened in this time, Crane thought to himself, snapped his fingers, and lit three ritual candles in different directions.

Crane wasn't sure if his prayers would be answered by the strong smell of burning herbs, but he soon felt a dark, illusory door open to the real world above the candle in front of him.

The black box containing the bone nails seemed to have been erased by an invisible force and disappeared from the tabletop, and the ashes of the herb slowly floated up, forming several new lines of handwriting on the table.

It wasn't until the dark and deep feeling receded from the surroundings that Klein quickly raised his head, whispered a sloppy "Praise the Goddess," and looked at the handwriting on the table where the recipe had been left.

"Sequence III, Ancient Scholars;

"Main material: Fugen's dog, a pair of eyes for the guardian of the Source Castle, and a flocculated heart for the demon wolf of the mist;

"Auxiliary materials: 100 ml of blood of the dog of Fugen, 30 grams of hoarfrost crystals of the demon wolf of the mist, a large number of authentic ancient historical records......"

It's just that when he saw the promotion ceremony, Klein looked at the two lines of words for a long time:

"Completely detached from reality for at least three hundred years, taking potions after being a thing of the past and not belonging to the current era."

The corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising, but the smile he finally showed was so faint that it didn't have much curvature.

Crane stroked his fingers and erased all the handwriting, and the recipe could be memorized once in his heart, and on top of that, he naturally had to go to the gray mist to verify the integrity of the formula.

It's not that I can't believe in the goddess of the night, but this ritual is too coincidental, so to speak, if it is replaced by Li Xinglai, the ritual can be completed in minutes, even anyone on it......

The three paths are closely related to the gray fog, and we are inseparable from the gray fog, which is almost like a marionette that has been dragged a long time ago.

Klein's gaze swept over the blank letter paper on the desk before he could start writing.

Ask Him?

Once this idea came to mind, it was difficult to erase it, like a barbed ear, clinging to Klein's thoughts.

He knew that if he did write a letter to Zoya, Chinese should be safe, even though the content of the letter might be seen by others......

Will Zoya teach Chinese to others? Klein was sure that Esther would never have been able to do such a thing, but for Zoya, he really couldn't figure out what kind of temperament this "squire of the Lord of the Spirit Realm" was.

Unfamiliar, the two sides are even vaguely hostile, but Klein is sure that as long as he writes a letter, Zoya will reply anyway.

It's exactly like a set of programs that are restricted, and where there is an input, there is an output.

By the way, you can ask Arodes again.

Klein quickly had a preliminary plan step, and it just so happened that he was also going to ask about the recipe of the "Ancient Scholar", and the two main materials needed in the potion, Klein had never even heard of it, and the "Magic Mirror of Know-it-all" knew where to find it.

Klein lifted the spiritual wall in the room, but after a dozen seconds, the window saw the sound of a "tuk-tuk" tapping.

Nornes bounced around dissatisfied, his melodious voice almost blowing a tune, loudly urging Crane to open the window.

Klein birdies in, feeling compelled to ask Arodes why Noons' form had changed, and now it was too lively.

——

"Great hosts! Your humble and insignificant, incomparably loyal servant is here at once! Don't know what we can do for you today? ”

The silver light on the mirror fluctuated, blooming into a smiling face surrounded by flower petals, although this emoji was still very abstract, but the corners of Crane's mouth couldn't help but curl.

When Amon's previous question was asked, Arodes' reaction was quite outrageous, and Klein experimented again, as long as the king of angels who mentioned the "thief", Arodes's answer was bound to be messy, and there was no credibility left.

But in matters other than Amon, Klein really didn't know, anyone more knowledgeable than Arodus:

"Do you know anything about the Dog of Fugen and the Demon Wolf of the Mist?"

Strictly speaking, these are two questions, but the longer he comes into contact with Arodes, the more polite Klein becomes.

Facelings can also be thicker......

The silver letters on the full-length mirror squirmed, and soon a new handwriting was outlined:

"The Dog of Fugen is a unique spirit creature that lives in the pores of history. Even the Seven Lights can only know about them, and cannot really touch them, unless they leave the pores of history on their own and try to hunt for outside creatures. But even so, what they see is often only a projection from the past, not a real entity, and they only appear out of their own volition to find them......

"The Fog Demon Wolf is a high-ranking Demon Wolf, and the number of existing ones is quite scarce. After experiencing a wide range of historical events such as the fall of the ancient gods and the cataclysm, they were also hunted down by the Zarathus, Antigonus, and the Church of the Night, and most of the existing fog wolves are hidden everywhere, their whereabouts are unknown, and they are all proficient in anti-divination and deception techniques, which is not so easy to find......"

The information that the atomized demon wolf was killed made Klein slightly stunned, but then he realized that this was a good opportunity for him, if he could obtain the materials related to the atomized demon wolf by praying to the goddess of the night, it would save Klein a lot of effort.

All he needs to do is run errands for the goddess, no, accumulate enough merit in exchange for the opportunity to get the material.

However, Klein chewed on the description of "Fugan's Dog", and always felt a little familiar, and couldn't help but continue to ask Arodes:

"What does Fugen's dog look like?"

The silver-white font condenses and elongates, like the dough in the hands of a ramen chef:

"Judging from the sightings of different times and places, they share the following physical characteristics: a basic shape between a wolf and a dog, including a head, chest, abdomen, torso, and limbs, a body covered with short black hair, a body that exists but has an illusory feeling, and a dark red flame burning in the eye sockets of a source of power."

The more Klein looked at it, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he stared at the news for a long time, his mind full of the messenger who wagged his tail at him.

Really, the dog of Fugen, who is close at hand, is her messenger? No, no, I can't do such a vicious thing......

But since that little black dog can communicate, maybe I can communicate with the elders of that puppy to see what kind of price to pay in exchange for a pair of eyeballs?

Let's do our own research first, and if things don't work, discuss it with the little Fugen dog who has made a cameo as a messenger.

Seeing Klein's face contemplative, the waves flowing on the mirror, transformed into new words:

"Great master, do you have any other questions?"

"Yes," Klein glanced back, where the lark was crouching atop the bookcase, poking his head this way, "Nornes, personality seems to be more active than before, and based on what you know, what could be the reason for this?" ”

"Dear master, I can't see the light of disloyalty, but I know that the secondary consciousness that it splits out is often aggregate......"

Klein recalled the process of filling the snake molt, and a judgment instantly popped up:

So I'm stuffing too many points of light?