Part 5 Red Priest Chapter 182 – Final Results
In the East District, inside a two-bedroom rental house.
Klein received a letter from the witch Tris from the messenger lady Renette Tignicole, pulled out a chair and sat down, unfolded and read it.
This is aware of the existence of Mr. Door, and there is a way to use the bloodline connection of the Abraham family to talk to that …… Tris has been able to withstand Mr. Door’s call for help, and is not afraid! So she’s out of control? Moreover, she seems to be very sure of Mr. Door’s identity …… She has really gained more knowledge and secrets from the “Original Witch”… …But if that’s the case, why would the “White Witch” Katrina be after her? As Klein looked at the short contents of the letter, one question after another emerged in his mind.
Because the things that Tris vaguely mentioned were within the scope of his understanding, he believed that the other party was not lying in this regard, and indeed provided a very feasible solution.
Of course, the prerequisite for this method to be successful was to master the correct ritual, have the corresponding things of the Abraham family line descendants as a medium, and be willing to bear great risks.
Of those three points, Klein was missing the first, and had no small amount of misgivings about the third, trying to find a safer and better way of concealing himself, while Tris the Witch looked to be missing only the second.
”It would be easy for me to find the bloodline descendants of the House of Abraham, who can be contacted directly through Miss ‘Magician’, but once you give their hair, blood, bits of flesh and bones to the Magician Tris, you put them at risk of being cursed… … “Klein knew quite a bit about the “Witch” pathway, and knew that they were extremely good at curses.
As his thoughts raced, he gradually came up with a countermeasure, which was to utilize the hair, rotting flesh or bones of the dead.
He remembered Miss Magician mentioning to the Fool that she had once buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the Abraham family line.
”I hope it’s not cremated …… Although it’s a bit of a desecration of the body, talking to Mr. Door is also a necessary procedure to lift the ancient curse of the Abrahams family, and it’s better to use the dead than to implicate the living! …… Attach this to the reply to Tris when the time comes, falsely claiming to be a descendant of the House of Abraham to provide the ritual medium’s requirements ……
”Also, it must be confirmed first that Tris is trying to talk to Mr. ‘Door’ and not trying to pull K back into the real world …… They are either high status grunts themselves or involved in high status grunts, and using the ‘ Divination’ method is difficult to get effective revelation, but the Great Emperor said that the return ceremony that Mr. ‘Door’ needs is very complicated, and can never be set up with a small number of items of bloodline descendants, so we can ask the ‘Mystic Queen’, Miss Sharon They can ask the ‘Queen of Mysteries’ and Miss Sharon to monitor the underground trading market of Beckland to see if there is any abnormal flow of materials and people. …… “Klein nodded slightly and decided to go to find Miss Magician later, and rush her manuscript by the way.
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Pacefield Street, North End.
A young man in a black trench coat and silk bowler hat, with a thin face and a broad forehead, was sitting on a sidewalk chair, staring at the yellowing leaves of the Indus sycamore tree.
He wore a crystal-carved monocle over his right eye, making him look rather civilized.
At this moment, an old man heading to St. Samuel’s Church passed by, and seeing that he was not in the right state, he paused and asked in a soft voice:
”What are you worrying about, young man? For the things lost in this war?”
He suspected that the other man’s relatives, lovers, and friends had died in the previous air raids or were killed in the fierce battles on the front line, and that was why he was sitting on the side of the street in a state of confusion.
The young man raised his hand and squeezed his monocle, sighing and shaking his head:
”I was just thinking about some of the more complex issues.”
”You’re a philosopher?” The older man froze and asked offhandedly.
”No, but I often pose philosophical questions to others, like who I am, where I am, and where I’m going.” The young man smiled in a calm manner and continued his own musings, opening and closing his lips from time to time in a near-silent whisper.
It was so difficult for that old man to understand that he shook his head, and walked slowly away, watched by the wild dogs along the road, by the sparrows in the trees, by the ants on the ground, and by some of the tiny creatures in the air.
That young man did not turn his head, the monocle reflected a piece of falling withered yellow leaves, his mouth muttered:
”Parasitic ……” “Not parasitic ……” “Parasitic ……” “Not parasitized ……”
”Watch the bait ……” “Swallow the bait ……” “Watch the bait ……” “Swallow the bait ……”
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After getting the remains of Lawrence’s hair from “Magician” Fowles and seeing the Tassock Gazette begin serializing the horrific legend of the Birkeland Hospital, Klein goes into a state of patient waiting and promises to send Miss “Magician” to a new place next week, to The next week, he promised to send Miss Magician to a new place, to record a new landscape and folklore.
As the new week dawned, Klein took his lunch and planned to take a nap in preparation for the three o’clock tarot session.
It was at this time that Renette Tynecol, carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads, emerged from the depths of the void, one of her mouths biting into a linen bundle.
”Who sent it?” Klein suddenly had some inexplicable, complicated premonition, and for a moment didn’t reach out to pick up the bundle that the messenger lady was holding in her mouth.
Renette Tignicole’s three vacant heads spoke in succession:
”The mutation ……” “of ……” “the real ……”
”The ……” “Mushroom ……” “The Great King ……”
This series of modifiers …… I probably understand what’s going on …… Klein controlled himself not to show a bared teeth expression and slowly took the bundle.
Unwrapping that bundle, he was unsurprised to see a large number, assortment of devils, nay, mushrooms.
Some of them were so white and full that they seemed to squirt milk when poked, some were black with blood-colored filaments and fat patterns, and some were covered with golden stars and had caps as big as the palm of a hand …….
At this point, these mushrooms were still writhing slightly, as if trying to spread their mycelium, spores, and so on.
Klein swallowed his saliva and picked up a letter that was surrounded by the mushrooms, unfolding it to read:
”My dear friend Gelman:
”I have finally fulfilled your mandate and invented mushrooms that can be grown in dark, hostile environments; they grow and reproduce by devouring the flesh and blood of monsters and require nothing else ……
”Their offspring are divided into two categories, one accumulates all sorts of toxicity and cannot be consumed but can be used as a source of toxins, the other can be used as food as long as they are steamed, boiled, sauteed, or fried at high temperatures, it must be remembered that they should not be eaten raw or while uncooked or they will multiply inside you, using your flesh and blood as a breeding ground… …
”Considering the palate to match, I have invented eleven kinds of mushrooms in all – some are rich in milk, which can be drunk directly, some are like beef, huh, frying them without providing additional fat, and some are delicately like fish without the spines, and my advice is to bake or boil them ……
”The results of all this could not have been achieved without your help, and if I had not already been promoted to ‘Druid’, it might have taken a few more years, or even a dozen years, to solve the various problems encountered in my experiments ……
”If you have any more ideas for me, please do share them with me, your friend forever, Frank Lee.”
Klein held the letterhead in his hand and was silent for a while, looking up only to find the messenger lady still waiting.
…… With a silent sigh, he went to the front of his desk, turned out his paper and pen, and wrote slowly:
”…… I’m glad you’ve been successful, these mushrooms have helped me tremendously and they will be effective in reducing famine in certain areas ……
”…… I’m currently busy with a few things and don’t have enough novel ideas at the moment ……
”…… Your friend, Germaine Sparrow ……”
Folding the letter paper, Klein looked at the messenger lady and asked hesitantly:
”What is the state of Frank Lee now?”
The head that Renette Tignicole had failed to speak to before snaps to attention:
”Hyperactive ……”
The remaining three added in turn:
”Active ……” “Happy ……” “Satisfied ……”
Then the four heads added:
”No longer ……” “Fearful ……” “Buried ……” “in the dirt ……”
”Why?” Klein subconsciously pursued the question.
The four blonde, red-eyed heads Renette Tignicole carried spat out one word at a time:
”He ……” “can ……” “draw on ……” “from the dirt ……”
”the ……” “nutrients ……” “and the “oxygen from the earth.”
Frank became a “druid”, there is really not a small evolution …… Klein momentarily do not know whether to be happy for his friend, or for the crew of the “Future” silent condolences.
After seeing off the messenger lady, Klein forced himself to sleep by meditating, and then woke up at 2:30 p.m. to prepare for this week’s tarot party.
At three o’clock, a crimson glow rose above the gray mist of the ancient palace and solidified into the appropriate figures.
”Justice,” Audrey said then, rising to her feet, lifting the hem of her skirt in vain, and curtsying to the uppermost head of the long bronze table:
”Good afternoon, Mr. ‘Fool’~”
As a veteran ‘psychiatrist’, she was highly capable of regulating her moods, and she really hadn’t had much to do this week, mainly raising money, contacting pharmaceutical companies, and organizing volunteer healers.
Still, the lighthearted cheerfulness that came with her greetings was noticeably diminished from what it had been in the past.
Klein “The Fool” nodded softly in response to the greetings from the members of the Tarot Club, and then turned his attention to “The Hidden One”.
He still owed the lady eight questions.
”The Hidden One,” Gadelia spoke in a perfect manner, burying her head:
”Dear Mr. ‘Fool’, still two questions this time.”
Only after getting the go-ahead did she continue:
”The first question is, what is the current state of the demons in the ‘Abyss’?”
The “Mysterious Queen” first suspected that the Great Emperor’s tomb was hidden within the “Abyss” ah …… This is the same as the Great Emperor’s thinking, it’s worthy of being his own… …It’s a pity that there are no “people” there that can be driven …… Fools,” Klein muttered to himself in his mind and responded with an unchanged expression:
”The ‘Abyss’ right now, even most demons can’t survive.”