Above the gray mist, the Spirit Source Castle.

In a faint ripple, Klein touched the crimson stars with his spirituality and listened to Miss Justice's prayers:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', please help me convey to Mr. 'World' that His Majesty the King is about to deliver a speech to the whole nation on Saturday, and they will use the latest technology to ensure that the people of the major cities and villages are organized to come to the square so that they can hear His Majesty's speech......

Because of the previous reminder of the "world", after receiving the corresponding information from his father, "Justice" immediately relayed these things to the "world" through the "fool" through prayer.

Klein had the "Blasphemy Card" in his hand—Russell sat on an ancient stone throne, with a pure black crown encrusted with gems on his head, covered with armor and cloak of the same color, and a scepter in his hand, looking directly out of the card with a majestic gaze.

At the promotion ceremony, it was written: "In the corresponding sacrificial ceremonies in which the vast majority of the people participated, scattered in different cities, the potion of the lower sequence zero was consumed."

That's what George III has planned!

As expected, after breathing a sigh of relief, Klein's heart slowly hung as if he had seen a gallows gradually erected, with empty rope loops swinging like a pendulum—a penal code that was said to have not been abolished in some remote areas.

Klein nodded at the "Black Emperor" on the table, smiling self-deprecatingly, remembering page after page of diaries from different places, that fellow who was not serious at all, left Klein too much priceless news, and even said that it was his first step to establish himself here.

If it weren't for Huang Tao, Klein wouldn't even have chosen the "soothsayer", and might have taken over Neil's class and become the new "voyeur...... Who knows? There's no need to think about that now.

Klein had divined the situation in Tingen, everything was fine, he had nothing to worry about, Dunn and Dalie's situation was very vague, which was normal for the Red Gloves, who often had "secret" protection.

As for Russell, the historical figure who walked a hundred years ago, the conqueror who lived between the lines, was almost a friend that Klein had never met—oh no, it should be said that they had been neighbors for a long time.

Remembering that there were still many "traversers" hanging outside the door, Crane put the "blasphemy card" back on the back, and no longer looked at the mustachioed face of Russell Gustav, he still thought it was a little funny, and couldn't help but wonder what the other "blasphemous cards" would look like.

He said in Chinese: "Old Huang, if this matter can be successful, I will repay a lot of your favors, right?"

The first seat was silent for a moment, only the ball of light above the long bronze table slowly turned, like a pupil without body or emotion.

Its brightness had almost returned to the time when Crane had first climbed the gray fog, and seeing its calm state made Crane admit that he was even a little relieved.

Perhaps this is also proof that she is still alive......

Yes, they are all alive, and that's enough, Klein doesn't hold out any hope for things above this, and pulls himself out of it, which also allows him to look at the positions of both sides more objectively.

Klein sighed lightly when he thought of the indifferent look on Esther's face before, and the Adam who had appeared beside her.

Do we really have a choice?

Klein's spirituality touched another ball of light, sending a fictional image that had been a triflick of thought for him in the gray mist since he was promoted to "Historian".

The black-robed "world" kneels reverently between the frames, bowing its head in prayer:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', please help me relay a special message to the 'Judgment', I have a rather dangerous task here, so I would like to make an appointment with her to borrow your venue for a detailed conversation, and it is up to her to decide when to meet. If Miss 'Trial' would like others to participate, she can also let me know and make an appointment at a specific time......

This is Klein specially

Considering the relationship between "The Magician" and "Judgment", this decision was made, although "Trial" is still a fringe member of MI9, but Crane knows that she is searching for something related to the royal family - in between tarot meetings, the interaction and communication between members will always unconsciously reveal information about themselves.

After the news was spoken, Crane left the temple above the gray mist, and he reopened his eyes to see the inn room.

This cheap hotel is located in the bridge district, and the musty smell of the unventilated and simple room does not blow away the dull depression even in the cold wind of winter, but only makes the bright city of Beckland thin day by day under the clouds of war.

Two floors apart, the two puppets stayed quietly in the room, pretending to be a sad merchant to kill time, and the third puppet was attached to the coin in Crane's pocket, saving him the trouble of occupying space.

A lark flew down from the top of the wardrobe and landed obediently on the armrest of the easy chair, and as soon as Klein reached out his hand, he rightly raised his right hand and touched the bird, which was full of thought.

Nornes seemed to read Crane's expression, and could see that there were many complicated thoughts behind the frowning brow, and he pecked Crane's thumb lightly until Crane spread his palm so that it could nest in peace.

Feeling the gentle and steady heartbeat of the bird in his palm, Crane's brows gradually relaxed: "I really didn't expect that the last friend who accompanied me the longest would be you, a little guy, fate always plays tricks on people?"

Nornes twirled his head twice and let out a low chick in response, and Klein could tell it was protesting, and couldn't help but smile, "Do you think otherwise?" Destiny ......"

Sometimes it's a fluke, and sometimes it's cruel.

Klein thought.

But he didn't dwell on it for long, there was more to do than the ethereal, and if he wanted to ruin an angel's rite of enlightenment, it wasn't enough to sit in an easy chair and be depressed.

Placing the bird on his desk, Crane picked up his pen and began to write a letter, and there was one more person who needed to know about it—a witch.

The blood of the Twenty Pathways Extraordinaires is already lying on the gray mist, only the "Assassins" and the "Criminals", the tomb of George III has been established, and he, or rather his speech, will be an important ritual to infect the people and ensure the success of the Jump Path.

The witch wants revenge, Crane wants George III to lose, and of course, he also needs a ritual of conversation with "Mr. Gate".

Keeping everything short on paper, Crane did not leave his name, believing that the other party would know who the source of the letter was, after all, the messenger in charge of delivering the letter was very distinctive, and no one would forget the characteristics of Renette Tinicole's four heads.

Klein blew the adventurer's harmonica, which solidified the ritual of summoning spirit creatures, and it didn't make a sound, but it sent the summoned messenger out of the spirit world.

Today, however, the Courier was carrying not only four of her own heads, but all four of her heads in her left hand, and her right hand holding a translucent thin wing, at the base of which was a round-headed and round-bellied worm that looked like a bee.

Klein couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, what is the situation?

Before he could ask, Renette let go of her right hand, letting the dying bee roll to the ground, and a small figure swooped down—

"Nornes, stop!"

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