In Tingen at the beginning of September, the weather has changed from cool to slightly cold, but the sun at three or four o'clock in the afternoon still makes people feel warm.

Crane floated through the walls of spirituality and the convex windows, floating in the air beyond his bedroom, looking down at the pedestrians and carriages that came and went on Daffodil Street.

At this moment, a man in gray-blue worker's clothes suddenly looked up and looked over.

Crane was startled and wanted to hide on the spot, but he couldn't find a suitable cover for a while.

After turning around, he saw that there was no other way, he tried to get back home, but the corner of his eye swept over, and he saw that the man's gaze just now only swept over the window on the second floor, always following the movement of a sparrow, and finally regrettably was thrown off.

In the city of Tingen, birds can occasionally be seen.

Call...... I forgot that ordinary people couldn't see me at all...... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that he hadn't fully adapted to his current state.

With confidence in his heart, he lowered his flight altitude and approached the fairly wide street, floating above the heads of pedestrians.

As soon as the distance was closer, Klein immediately found that his "gaze" was slightly equivalent to spiritual vision, and there was no need to open it again, but there was a limit to the range.

In addition, in addition to the aura and emotional color, he also vaguely perceived the existence of the soul of each pedestrian, hazy, illusory and transparent.

In my current state, it seems that I can directly pass through the body and attack the soul...... Crane nodded thoughtfully.

He circled around to test his speed, and flew as hard as he could towards Iron Cross.

It wasn't long before he stopped, back outside the apartment where he had been living.

It should have the speed of an ordinary car in the previous life, the kind that runs at high speed normally...... It's a pity that you can't enter and leave the spirit world freely, otherwise it would be perfect...... However, if you get lost in the spirit world, the consequences are said to be very serious...... As soon as Klein finished his self-assessment, he felt depressed, gray, and indescribably depressed.

He looked around, only to see that this place was shrouded in darkness that could not be seen by normal people, and the sunlight could not dispel it, and the residual numbness, despair, pain and other emotions were layered on top of each other, as if they were substance.

"Just like the last time I was promoted to 'Fortune Teller', I experienced it with inspiration, the middle and lower streets of Iron Cross Street have never changed...... I don't know how many years it takes to accumulate such a depressed and gloomy ......" Crane remembered before he sighed and raised his figure and flew to the position of the third floor.

Here, he finally felt the sunshine and got rid of his low mood.

Crane flew down the street, and from time to time he could see residents in tattered clothes, numb expressions, malnutrition, and even two incidents of normal death, both of which belonged to the type of chronic hunger, poor health, and sudden illness.

There is no telling how many people die each month, but bankrupt peasants and former slaves from the Southern Continent will soon fill their place...... Crane let out a silent sigh, changed direction, and flew towards the South End.

There is the industrial zone of the city of Tingen, where the steel mills, the lead white factory, the ceramics factory, the printing factory, the metal production factory, the machine building factory are waiting for you next to me, I am next to you.

Flying and flying, Crane saw the chimney-like iron furnace standing tall, the dust, and the heavy gray that was only a little better than the street.

There is a lot of exhaustion, pain, pessimism, numbness, and the workers in their thirties are in the minority.

Just as Crane was about to lower his altitude and take a closer look at the area, he suddenly felt weak, weak from the inside out.

"My spirit can't sustain this state anymore......" Crane was shocked, and he hurried to return home, and then thought of a better possibility.

I was "summoned", and when I finished my "summoning", I naturally returned! He calmed his mind, carefully sensed his own state and the surrounding environment, and unsurprisingly discovered that a place like infinity and infinity was subtly connected with him.

Following this connection, Crane tightly wrapped the "Yang Flame Charm" and gave a strong idea of ending the "summoning".

A huge and terrifying suction force came, and his transparent and almost invisible figure leaped with it and disappeared into the material world.

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

The silence of the endless gray mist, the flickering of the illusory and still crimson stars, Crane reappeared in the majestic palace of the giant's dwelling, on the head of the ancient, mottled bronze table.

That's it...... And...... Klein's eyes looked at his spirit in surprise, only to see that it was wrapped in a thin piece of gold that was warm and pure.

"Yang Flame Charm!"

Sure enough, I used my own way of "summoning" myself to bring the real substance into the gray mist! He couldn't hide his smile and took out the charm, playing with it repeatedly, making sure that it was not a virtual product that was manifested.

Klein stood up, paced a few steps with great ambition, and thought expectantly:

"Sure enough, materials and items can also enter this mysterious space!"

"As long as you can find the right way!"

"However, this method is more complicated, it takes a turn to achieve the goal, and it is always 'summoned' by the members, which will damage the image of the 'Fool', and only I can use it, or after learning more, design a spell that summons the 'Fool's Family' but also points to me......"

“...... Am I a natural coolie, why do the spells have to be directed at myself, when the time comes, I can get a messenger-like but more special 'dependent' to come out, and it will receive and give the material......"

Klein had a lot of thoughts and had one idea after another, but due to his strength and knowledge level, he couldn't realize it for the time being.

The weakness became more severe, and Crane did not dare to linger any longer, wrapping himself in spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling into the gray mist.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in his bedroom and saw the bright sunlight shining through the cracks in the curtain.

He examined himself to make sure that the "Yang Flame Charm" had not been brought out, and had been left above the gray mist.

"Wait until I've had a good rest, and I'll repeat the previous summoning ritual in the early hours of the morning to bring the 'Sun Flame Charm' back to the real world...... Hey, it would be nice if that state could be maintained a little longer, so that I could check the houses with red chimneys faster, but unfortunately, it is not possible at the moment, just flew for a while, checked a few, I am afraid I have to return to the gray fog, rest for half a day, the efficiency is also low. Crane walked over to his desk and extinguished the candle that burned quietly.

After packing up his belongings, he did not immediately remove the spiritual wall, but sat down, took out his pen and paper, and began to write a letter, a letter to Mr. Azik!

After writing the "Dear Sir" and pondering for a few minutes, Klein put pen to paper:

“...... I recently received information that one of the seven pirate generals, 'Lieutenant General Hurricane' Zielingers, had infiltrated Beckland, carrying a magical item called 'Wriggling Hunger', which provides abilities similar to 'Shepherd', and 'Shepherd' is a Sequence 5 Extraordinary who devours different souls and corresponds to one ability, supposedly, they have a limited number of souls herding at the same time, but can replace ......"

“...... Ziringus has a lot of extraordinary abilities, and I don't know what he wants to do in Beckland...... Intelligence has shown that this may involve a very important and very magical item, which is enough to make Ziringus a high-sequence powerhouse, or an item comparable to a high-sequence powerhouse......"

Crane used fictitious intelligence sources to give a rough picture of what happened to Chillingus, and he believed that Mr. Azik would not be able to go to someone at the level of Captain Nightwatch.

Here, he didn't ask for help directly, but casually mentioned it to make the other party careful.

Regardless of whether or not Mr. Azik will help him later, it will not be wrong to foreshadow it first! If there is such a day, it will not be obtrusive! Klein exhaled slowly and began to write the main content of the letter:

"The man behind the scene hasn't done anything further, and I still haven't found any clues. ”

"I contacted you rashly, mainly to ask you about the 'sacrificial ritual', and I encountered something similar during a recent mission......

With the description of the "sun", it is then contrasted with Mr. Azik's answer...... I should be able to try the "sacrificial ritual" and the reverse is "giving...... This would be more suitable for the exchange of materials and items than the ritual of "summoning" oneself...... Well, hopefully Mr. Azik remembers this...... Crane nodded slightly, put down the pen, and did not sign it.

There was only one Bronze Whistle, and he was sure that Mr. Azik would not mistake the sender.

So, Klein was careful not to leave his name.

After folding the letter and looking at the floor height of about three meters, he picked up the copper whistle from the bed with a little hesitation.

Crane emphasized in his heart, raised his right hand, put the brass whistle to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard.

The brass whistle didn't make a sound, but Crane keenly sensed that the surroundings were instantly cold.

He turned on his vision and saw one after another gushing out of the desk like a fountain of white bones with a hazy sheen, surging higher and higher.

The bones quickly coalesced into an illusory, massive monster whose head dug into the spiritual wall, reaching out nowhere.

Looking at the white bone thighs and body in front of him, looking at the hanging arm, and the open right palm, the corners of Crane's mouth twitched, and he threw the folded letter up.

The giant white bone palm swept and held the letter steadily.

At this time, Klein did not hesitate to pick up the copper whistle again and blew it.

The monster disintegrated in an instant, turned into white bones and fell to the desk, and entered illusory, disappearing.

With all this done, Crane lifted the spiritual wall and, in the sudden wind, staggered to the coat rack and put the brass whistle back in its place.

Then, he hurried to the side of the bed and fell headlong.

As soon as his body touched the soft bed, he fell asleep.