East End, inside a two-bedroom rental home.

Crane took the letter from Miss Messenger Renette Tinicole from the witch Triss, pulled up a chair and sat down, and began to read.

This is knowing that Mr. "Gate" exists, and there is a way to talk to him through the blood ties of the Abrahamic family...... Triss was able to withstand Mr. Door's cries for help and wasn't afraid to get out of control, and she seemed pretty sure of Mr. Door's identity...... She really gained more knowledge and secrets from the "primordial witch...... But if this is the case, why did Caterina the "White Witch" hunt her down? Crane looked at the short content of the letter, and one question after another appeared in his mind.

Because Triss was vaguely aware of the things, he believed that the other party was not lying in this regard, and that he did offer a very feasible solution.

Of course, the premise of the success of this method is that you have mastered the correct rituals, have the corresponding things of the Abrahamic family blood as a medium, and are willing to take great risks.

Of the three, Crane is missing the first point, and he still has a lot of doubts about the third, trying to find a safer and more hidden way to hide himself, while Tryss the witch seems to be missing only the second point.

"To me, the blood descendants of House Abraham are easy to find, and can be contacted directly through Miss 'Magician', but once they give their hair, blood, flesh and bones to Witch Triss, it puts them at risk of being cursed...... Klein knows a lot about the "witch" approach, and knows that they are very good at cursing.

As his thoughts raced, he gradually came up with a solution, which was to use the hair, carrion, or bones of the dead.

He remembered that Miss "The Magician" had mentioned to "The Fool" that she had buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was no doubt a descendant of the Abrahamic family.

"Hope is not cremated...... While this is a bit of a desecration of the corpse, talking to Mr. 'Gate' is also a necessary procedure to lift the ancient curse of the Abrahamic family, and it is better to use the dead than to implicate the living...... When the time comes, this clause will be attached to the reply to Trissy, pretending to be a request from the descendants of the Abrahamic family to provide a ritual medium......

"Also, it must be confirmed that Triss is talking to Mr. 'Gate' and not trying to pull him back into the real world...... They may be high-ranking personalities themselves, or involve high-ranking personalities, and it is difficult to obtain effective revelations by using the method of 'divination', but the Emperor said that the return ceremony required by Mr. 'Gate' is very complicated, and it is by no means something that can be arranged by a small number of items of blood descendants, you can ask the 'mysterious queen' and Miss Sharon to monitor the underground trading market of Beckland to see if there are any abnormal materials and personnel flows......" Klein nodded slightly, and decided to go to Miss "Magician" later, and urge her manuscript by the way.

............

North End, Pacefield Street.

On a street chair, a young man in a black trench coat and a silk top hat, with a thin face and a broad forehead, sat there, looking at the Intis plane tree with withered yellow leaves.

He wears a monocle carved of crystal in his right eye, which looks quite gentle.

At this time, an old man who was going to the church of St. Samuel passed by, and seeing that he was not in the right state, he paused and asked softly:

"Young man, what are you worried about, for what has been lost in this war?"

He suspected that the other party's relatives, lovers, and friends had died in previous air raids or in the fierce battles on the front line, so he sat on the side of the street, looking confused.

The young man raised his hand and pinched the monocle, sighed and shook his head:

"I'm just thinking about some of the more complex issues. ”

"Are you a philosopher?" the old man blurted out after a moment's pause.

"No, but I often ask people philosophical questions about who I am, where I am, and where I'm going. The young man smiled calmly, and continued his contemplation, his lips twitching from time to time, and whispering almost silently.

The old man could not understand it, so he shook his head and walked away slowly under the gaze of the wild dogs by the roadside, the sparrows in the trees, the ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.

The young man did not turn his head, and the monocle reflected the falling yellow leaves, and muttered to himself:

"Parasitic ......", "Non-parasitic ......", "Parasitic ......", "Non-parasitic ......"

"Look at the bait ......" "Swallow the bait ......" "Look at the bait ......" "Swallow the bait ......"

............

After getting Lawrence's remains from "Magician" Forthth and seeing the "Tassock" newspaper begin serializing the horror legend of Beckland Hospital, Klein entered a state of patience and promised to send Miss "The Magician" to a new place next week to record new landscapes and folklore.

In the blink of an eye, a new week is coming, and Klein has had lunch and plans to take a nap to prepare for the tarot meeting at three o'clock.

At that moment, Renette Tinnicol came out of the depths of the void with four blonde red-eyed heads, one of them biting a linen baggage in his mouth.

"Who sent it?" Crane suddenly had some inexplicable, complicated premonitions, and for a moment he didn't reach out to pick up the burden that Miss Courier was carrying.

Renette Tinicol's three free heads spoke one after another:

"Mutated ......", "......", "Real ......"

"......", "mushroom ......", "king ......"

This chain of modifiers...... I kind of understand what's going on...... Crane restrained himself from grinning and slowly took the baggage.

Unpacking the baggage, he unsurprisingly saw a large number of demons of all kinds, no, mushrooms.

Some of them are white and plump, as if they will squirt milk when poked, some are black, inlaid with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns, and some are covered with golden stars, and the cap is as big as the palm of a hand......

At this time, these mushrooms are still squirming slightly, as if they want to spread the hyphae and spores.

Crane swallowed his saliva, picked up a letter from the mushrooms, and began to read:

"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 grow and multiply by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters, and no other conditions are needed......

"Their offspring are divided into two categories, one will accumulate all kinds of poisons and cannot be eaten, but can be used as a source of toxins, and the other can be used as food as long as it is steamed, boiled, fried and fried at high temperatures, and it must be remembered that they cannot be eaten raw, not when they are not ripe, otherwise they will multiply in your body and use your flesh as a breeding ground......

"I've invented a total of 11 kinds of mushrooms for the sake of taste, some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, some are like beef, hehe, you don't need extra fat when you fry them, some are delicate like fish, but they don't have spikes, and my advice is to roast or boil them......

"All of this is inseparable from your help, and if I hadn't been promoted to 'Druid', it might have taken years, or even decades, to solve the problems encountered in the experiment......

"If there's anything else you might think for me, be sure to share it with me, your forever friend, Frank Lee. ”

Crane took the letter and was silent for a while, then looked up, only to find that Miss Courier was still waiting.

...... He sighed silently, walked over to his desk, pulled out the paper and pen, and wrote slowly:

“...... I'm glad you succeeded, these mushrooms have helped me immensely, they will be effective in reducing famine in some areas......

“...... I'm currently busy with a few things and don't have enough new ideas for the time being......

“...... Your friend, Gelman Sparrow......"

After folding the letter, Klein looked at Miss Courier and asked hesitantly:

"How's Frank Lee doing now?"

Renette Tinicole's head, which had not been able to speak before, spoke first:

"Excited ......"

The other three added in turn:

"Active ......", "Happy ......", "Satisfying ......"

Then the four heads said:

"No more ......", "Afraid of ......", "Buried ......", "...... in the soil"

"Why?" Klein subconsciously asked.

The four blonde red-eyed heads that Renette Tinicol was carrying spat out word by word:

"He ......", "Can ......", "Absorb ......", "...... in the Soil"

"......", "nutrient ......", "and ......", "oxygen ......"

After Frank became a "druid", he really had a lot of evolution...... For a moment, Klein didn't know whether to rejoice for his friends or for the crew of the Future.

Seeing Miss Messenger away, Klein meditated and forced himself to sleep, then woke up at half past two in the afternoon to prepare for the week's tarot gathering.

At three o'clock, a crimson light rose from the ancient palace above the gray mist, solidifying into corresponding figures.

"Justice" Audrey then stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt, and bowed to the top of the bronze table:

"Good afternoon, Mr. 'Fool'~"

As a senior "psychiatrist", she has a strong ability to regulate her mood, and she really didn't encounter anything this week, mainly in fundraising, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer medical staff.

However, compared with the past, the lightness and pleasure that came with her greeting was still significantly weakened.

"Fool" Klein bowed his head slightly, responded to the greetings of the members of the tarot congregation, and then set his eyes on the "Hermit".

He still owes the lady eight questions.

"Hermit" Gadelia buried her head and said with a perfect attitude:

"Dear Mr. 'Fool', this time there are two questions. ”

After receiving approval, she continued:

"The first question is, what is the current state of the demons in the 'Abyss'?"

The "Mysterious Queen" first suspected that the Emperor's tomb was hidden in the "abyss...... This is consistent with the emperor's thinking, and it is worthy of being his own ...... It's a pity that there is no "populace" there to drive...... Fool," Klein muttered to himself in his heart, and replied without changing his expression:

"The current 'abyss' is not even able to survive most demons. ”

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