After two days of preparation and a number of preparatory plans, Crane decided to enter the spirit world first and try his luck with the flocculated heart of the Demon Wolf of the Mist.

He was still too embarrassed to ask Esther's little messenger to help.

With his secret puppets Enyuni and Chunas, as well as Ludwell, the "wriggling hunger" in Crane's hand turned transparent, and he stepped into the spiritual realm with seven pure rays of light hanging from above.

Let the secret puppet lead the other, Crane felt that he was similar to the locomotive, and the four of them connected and quickly teleported to the depths of the spirit world under Crane's guidance.

Because Crane canceled the "Spirit Wall" on the box, allowing the aura of the Fog Demon Wolf material to emanate, he felt that under the effect of the extraordinary characteristics of the convergence, it would not take long for the Fugen dogs to notice it, and maybe they would find it first.

Before setting out, Crane also did a divination, and the omen he obtained was very smooth, so he boldly took this risky action.

And things did go well, and at the moment when his spiritual intuition was touched, the "acquaintances" that Klein deliberately avoided appeared in front of him first.

In the various overlapping and intertwined hazy colors, a short-legged figure emerged from it, screaming happily and rushing in Crane's direction.

Noons poked his head out of his puppet's pocket, screamed in the same cheerful tone, and pounced on the black short-haired puppy.

Klein saw it clearly, and the little black dog who was in high spirits was stunned for a moment, it was obvious that the target of his coquettish behavior was not Nornes, but Crane.

However, after the lark flew over, the little black dog also ran around it several times, until a low bark emerged from the spiritual color block, and the little black dog quickly stopped his movements and reluctantly retreated to the side of the black dog.

Crane looked at the spirit creature in the shape of the hound, much larger than someone's messenger, with a very strange and vigorous dark red flame burning in the sockets of its eyes, and sharp teeth poking out from the corners of its mouth.

Its body is somewhere between the virtual and the real, but it is the same as that of the puppy-like little black dog.

Fugen's Dog ...... But the other party didn't seem to have malicious intent, because the little black dog recognized me?

Klein's instincts of danger didn't react much, but under his gaze, the huge Fugen dog bit the little black dog's neck and shook it lightly, as if to warn.

The little black dog's form dissipated in a whimper, and then the body of the Fugen dog also became void, and soon disappeared in front of Crane's eyes.

Nornes circled twice, and flew to Klein's shoulder, but was persuaded in a low voice: "No, in case of battle, stay well." ”

The lark had no choice but to mumble twice and shrank into the pocket of the secret puppet Enyuni, who had a very obvious preference for this secret puppet of the "fate" path.

Crane couldn't help but frown as he looked in the direction Fugan's dog had left, and asked the puppet to surround him in order to prevent an attacker from suddenly appearing.

The Dog of Fugen is gone? Is it really just here to say hello to Nornes? Or did you smell the extraordinary material in my hand and go hunting?

It's not impossible, after all, the habits of these Fugen dogs also seem to be in groups......

However, Klein's fears did not come true, and soon, his spiritual instincts reappeared, and two other figures were outlined at the same time in the place where they had disappeared, revealing the appearance of a black-haired hound.

Crane's heart tightened, and then he noticed two Fugan dogs, their sockets wrapped in flaming eyes, each of them only one intact, and the rest of the clump in their claws.

The two Fugen dogs just lay down in the spiritual void and wagged their tails at him.

The eyeballs, which burned with dark red flames, slowly floated over, converging in the direction where Crane was.

Such a flattering act of waging his tail made Klein really scratch his head, if there was a fight just now, his reaction would definitely be half a beat slower, but ......

Is it because I am "a great being above the spirit world", as Arodes put it?

Crane glanced at the two dogs of Fugen who were quietly wagging their tails, and reached out to grasp the two burning eyeballs, which were still stained with sticky blood.

At the moment of touch, the familiar whispers and roars sounded again, quickly impacting his consciousness, and as the lark's soft song came, the whispers were gradually suppressed and became intermittent.

But Crane still saw a strange sight, an illusory gray mist that spread as far as the eye could see, and a magnificent palace perched high.

Whether it's whispering or towering palaces, Klein is familiar with them.

In the gray mist, several figures vaguely passed through it, disappearing from time to time, all of them were black Fugan dogs, Klein saw the shorter figure, and the two Fugen dogs that had lost their eye sockets quickly returned to the dogs' side and merged into the gray mist.

Klein blinked, everything he had seen before was gone, the lark's song continued, he noticed that the spirit creatures wandering nearby had a tendency to be attracted to this song, and immediately stopped him: "Okay Nornes, I'm fine." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he still had the eyes of Fugan's dog in his hand, Crane would have thought that everything before was an illusion.

Living in the gap of history in the spirit world, he is the caretaker of the Source Castle, which is what Arodes introduced to the dog of Fogen at that time.

So that hall on the gray fog is the Source Fort? There is also a blue-black gate in the deepest part......

Crane sighed heavily, and the next time he asked Arodes, he would have to ask what was going on with that Source Castle.

——

North End, Pacefield Street.

The cold of late autumn had already turned the Intis plane trees on both sides of the street golden yellow, and the weaker triangular leaves had gradually shriveled and drained, and the yellow-brown leaves would continue to fall off from the ends of the branches as long as the wind blew.

In front of an Indis plane tree, a young man sits on a street chair.

He was wearing a long black trench coat and an equally black silk top hat, his thin face did not have much expression on it, and the monocle he wore on his right eye made him look very Sven, and a few strands of curly black hair broke free from the top hat and scattered in front of his wide forehead.

He stared at the plane tree with dead leaves in a daze, and sat in a daze in his chair.

An old man who was about to go to St. Samuel's Church passed by, and when he saw this young man, who was easy to make people feel good, he sat so blankly, and the old man couldn't help but stop and asked softly:

"Young man, what are you worried about? Is it something that has been lost in this war? ”

The young man didn't look at the old man, he just raised his hand and pinched the monocle, and sighed softly: "I'm just thinking about some questions, confusing questions......"

His tone didn't sound very sad, and it didn't seem like he had lost a loved one in the war.

However, these words made the old man's face also appear a trace of confusion, and then he shook his head with a smile: "If you can't think of a problem for a while, maybe it's a good choice to put it down for a while." Unless you enjoy the thought process more, or you're a philosopher? ”

The old man's words seemed to arouse a little interest in the young man, and he raised his face to look at the gentleman with a cane and gray temples, and the young man smiled peacefully:

"No, but I like to ask people philosophical questions. For example, who am I, where am I from, and where am I going...... Or, what am I doing here. ”

After saying this, he lowered his head again, and continued to look at the golden fallen leaves on the ground in thought, his lips moving slightly but not making any sound.

The old man couldn't understand it, but he shook his head in a silent sigh, but he could see that the other party wanted to stay alone, and he didn't want to talk more, so he had to raise his feet and leave here.

The ants under the dead leaves, the sparrows on the branches, and the wild dogs lying in the pile of leaves by the roadside all raised their eyes at the same time, watching the old man's back, including the smaller microbes in the air, as he left in the direction of the cathedral in the night.

The young man raised his hand again, kneading his right eye socket, and he muttered in a voice that no one else could hear: "Bait and trap, bait and illusion, bait and omission...... Do you want to be parasitic? Not parasitic? Do you want to swallow it? Keep looking at ......"

A pigeon hovering on the ground tilted its head, its round head sticking out: "The larks in the nearby streets have all disappeared, not one or two, but all of them have left the area, and there are traces of its activities. ”

The young man just smiled and crossed his hands on his overlapping legs, and did not respond to the words.

——

Monday at noon.

Crane was resting in the safe house to recuperate for the afternoon Tarot Club when he saw Renette Tinicol coming out of the spirit world, one of them with a linen bag in her mouth.

Wonderful spiritual intuition made Klein not take the package at the first time: "Who sent it?" ”

"Mutated ......", "After ......", "Become a ......", "Real ......", "Mushroom ......", "King ......"

Hey, is this Frank Lee's new research? After he was promoted to a druid, his research went further?

Klein took the baggage, and after seeing the large amount of mushrooms inside, he always felt as if he had seen a world made up of pure mushrooms, and everything was about to be swallowed up by mycelium......

It's not a mushroom hallucination, it's just a fear brought by Fleck.

Noons seemed very curious, and when the lark got to the side of the baggage, Klein immediately pointed at it and warned, "Don't eat it!" ”

Nornes gave him a noticeable look, then flew away in a huff and crouched on the head of the secret puppet Enyoni.

Klein was afraid that Nornes would be too reckless and eat these mushrooms that were still squirming slightly, and if there was any abnormality, it would be really troublesome.

Repeating in his mind, telling himself that "no matter how weird they look, they are mushrooms", Crane plucked up his courage and reached out and pulled out the letter pressed between the mushrooms:

"My dear friend Gelman:

"I have finally fulfilled your request and invented mushrooms that can be grown in a dark and harsh environment, and they can grow and multiply by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters, without the need for anything else to ......" (end of this chapter)