Part 5 The Red Priest Chapter 160 Interaction
Back in the real world, Klein immediately took out a pen and paper and wrote a short letter:
”Investigate the unnamed island that led to the deaths of Green, William, and Perry, which can start with Edwards, Benjamin Abraham, and the descendants of the three deceased.”
This was a letter to the “Queen of Mysteries”, Bernadette, so Klein didn’t write the reason, believing that the other party could understand what it meant.
Folding the letter paper, Klein randomly found a candle and started the summoning ceremony.
After briefly completing the preliminaries, he placed the letter paper on the altar, took two steps back, and chanted in a low voice in the ancient Hermetic language:
”I!
”I invoke in my name:
”Invisible creatures that roam the upper realms, strange spirits friendly to mankind, messengers belonging solely to Bernadette Gustav.”
As soon as the words left his mouth, something suddenly touched Klein’s inspiration, and instinctively, by consciousness, he opened his psychic vision.
But he saw nothing.
Then he realized that the letter on the altar had disappeared.
”Mysterious Queen” messenger is very special ah …… next time change to use the “spirit body line” vision …… Klein was stunned A second, in the heart of the feelings of the two sentences.
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In the evening, illuminated by the successive lighting of the gas street lamps, a horse-drawn carriage traveled to the junction of the Birkeland Bridge area and the East End, and pulled over.
Forsyth, dressed in a tweed dress and a dark cloak, paid the fare that had risen to three soules, stepped out of the rented carriage, and walked slowly along the shadows of the street, preparing to make a wide circle to get away from her imaginary stalker.
After the previous tarot party, she quickly overcame her laziness and packed out the door, visiting her past teachers, classmates, and coworkers in turn.
As far as reasons went, there was no need to make a special effort to find one; caring about friends and acquaintances who had suffered an air raid was a perfectly normal thing to do.
The reason why it wasn’t last week was because at that time, in the eyes of the general public, the situation in Bakerland was still particularly tense, and a new round of attacks could be encountered at any time, so everyone naturally tried not to go out as much as they could.
Foerth had originally prepared a whole set of sayings on how to steer the conversation towards hospital weirdness during her visits, but who knew that it didn’t work at all; her teachers, classmates and ex-colleagues tended to chat about this aspect of the situation voluntarily within a few sentences of casual conversation, without exception, giving the illusion that a similar situation was occurring within all the hospitals.
No, Voorhees knew it wasn’t an illusion, and was inexplicably alarmed, suspecting nightmares at night as a result.
This doesn’t even need much alteration, just change the ending of the patient’s miraculous recovery to one where although the physical trauma is healed, the mind is also completely deranged, it’s a great thriller, and taking place in an urban city everyone is familiar with and in a hospital that often comes into contact with and carries its own horror atmosphere, the sense of substitution is simply perfect, and I can almost foresee another bestselling novel on the horizon, I just don’t know if I’m going to be able to handle it I just don’t know if I can handle it. ……
Uh, the only problem is that this story lacks enough emotion …… Some female patient kisses that mushroom and weed covered face affectionately? This, would this be too much of a hunt …… Forsyth thought as she walked, unknowingly entering a creative state.
Just at this time, she saw a blur before her eyes, and saw a silhouette walk out from the shadows in front of her where the gas lamps couldn’t shine.
The figure wore a black trench coat and a half-high hat, and had a face with deep lines and cold features, except for the lack of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, which resembled that of Germaine Sparrow, the mad adventurer who had traveled across the five seas.
Although Forsyth knew that Mr. World would not hunt him down and was here to fulfill his contract, he couldn’t help but feel his spirit tighten, as if he had been confronted by the strictest teacher he had ever had in his school days.
”Uh, good evening.” She slowed her pace somewhat, but continued on her way and opened her mouth to say hello.
Klein nodded and said nothing, turning directly into the secluded alleyway to the side, in which the gas street lamps had been destroyed, unable to emit the slightest amount of light.
Glancing at the darkened surroundings, Forsyth likewise did not say anything, burying his head slightly lower and following behind Germaine Sparrow without any speed or hesitation.
Coming deeper into the alley, Klein looked around and said in a low voice:
”Ask your teacher for me if he knows about the man Benjamin Abraham, and if he does, I want all the information about him and all the writings and drawings he left behind.”
”Uh …… okay, okay.” Voorhees was waiting rather nervously for Mr. World to “teleport” himself somewhere else, but she almost failed to react to the fact that the other person had somehow brought up something else.
Without asking why, she quickly nodded her head in agreement, as if it was something she couldn’t wait to do.
Then she took a deep breath and continued to wait for Germaine Sparrow to come closer, grab her shoulder, and start “teleporting”.
But after several seconds, nothing happened.
Forsyth looked up in dismay, only to see Mr. World still standing in front of her, staring at her.
She then heard the other speak in a low voice:
”Write now.”
Write now …… Voorhees still did not ask why, subconsciously said:
”I don’t have any paper, pens, envelopes or stamps.”
No sooner had she spoken than these four things were thrown at her.
”……” Voorhees caught those things, took a few steps outside, and wrote a quick letter to her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, by the glow of the gas streetlight that shone into the mouth of the alley and the hard wall.
Klein thrust his hands into his pants pockets and waited patiently, not at all impatiently.
In fact, he had already lurked around the “magician” lady, just never showed up.
According to the address provided by Forsyth, he started from the other side of the afternoon out of the house, he secretly did the monitoring, and the way of monitoring is to let the secret puppets from time to time to the “God of the sea” Kavituva prayer, the body is to the gray fog above the use of the prayer point of light to observe the “magician” near the area of the situation. The situation in the vicinity of the magician.
With the help of “True Vision”, Klein was able to determine that Charatu had not set his sights on Ms. Magician, and that the contact was safe.
–However, knowing that Miss Magician had met Chalatu’s secret puppet, how could Klein be so confident to meet with the other party and take her on a “trip”?
Now, he was sure that Chaletu was attracted by the Abraham family seal or the “secret saint” Buttis, and the “magician”, a small Sequence 6, was not even noticed, and was not exposed.
A few minutes later, Voorhees finished writing, sealed the opening and affixed the stamp, using a paste of a sticky herb powder he had with him.
”Now, just drop it in the mailbox?” Voorhees asked, slightly hesitantly, as she glanced at the surface of the envelope with the teacher’s address and real name.
She thought that she would have to do it herself, and not leave it to the World, or it might well be dangerous for the teacher.
Of course, if Germaine Sparrow insisted, Forsyth didn’t think there was anything she could do about it; even if she tore up the letter and ate it, there was still the possibility of being hypnotized and psychic.
Klein nodded imperceptibly:
”Come back here after the cast.”
Whew …… Voorhees let out a long sigh of relief and turned his body, jogging down the street to find the mailbox.
Once that was accomplished and she was back in the dark alley, she didn’t wait for Germaine Sparrow to ask, but simply handed over the pen and the two remaining stamps, speaking rather quickly:
”One is enough.”
Klein glanced at Miss “Magician”, took the stamps and pen, and spoke in a flat tone:
”This shows that your teacher lives no more than 100 kilometers from Birkeland.”
”……” Forsyth’s expression froze for a moment.
What’s in that? I also know that your teacher lives in Pritz Harbor, and the odds are that he hasn’t moved out yet……. As for why I gave you three stamps, of course, it was intentional……. Klein muttered a couple of words in his mind, and walked a few steps to the “Magician “Ms.” in front of her.
He then poked out his transparent gloved left palm and grabbed the opposite lady’s shoulder.
The “magician” Voorhees unconsciously lowered his head again.
The surrounding color blocks suddenly became dense, cascading and accumulating together, and countless figures that were difficult to describe their specific forms then flashed rapidly.
When the things that his eyes saw and the color tones returned to normal, Voorhees raised his head as a reflex and was about to open his mouth to say thank you.
However, Germaine Sparrow’s figure had already disappeared!
Folth looked around in a slight daze, and realized that he was standing in an unoccupied corner, with a door in front of him, and the noise and smell of wine pouring in from beyond.
Folth pulled on his cloak, and with a bit of stranger’s trepidation, stepped out of that door and saw a number of men dressed as pirates.
They had short swords on their waists, pistols on their backs, and were drinking strong wine, discussing with great interest who was stronger and who was weaker in the fleets of Forsak and Ruen, and a number of colorfully dressed women mingled among them, like a fluttering butterfly.
Wearing a Becklander style tweed dress, draped in a dark colored cloak, her brown hair was long and slightly curly, and she had a somewhat mature temperament, but her expression was timid Forsyth was like a lamb intruding into a pack of wolves at this moment, so incongruous and conspicuous that she quickly attracted one gaze after another.
The words those people spoke toward her were vaguely familiar to her, as if they were an offshoot of some language she had learned, but still couldn’t understand for a short time.
Where am I, what am I doing, who are they …… Forsyth was at a loss, when already a large, burly man had crowded up to her, and said, in rather rusty Ruinese:
”Ten soule for a night!”
…… Voorhees is also a person who has mixed with multiple circles of extraordinary people, and although she does not know what this place is, she knows very well what she has encountered, and the light within her eyes coalesces strangely, flashing one after another, and finally settling on one.
An unspeakable majesty emanated from her body, making the people around her subconsciously avoid her gaze.
This is the “authority” belonging to the “Judge”, the qualitative change of the “Arbiter’s” ability in this regard.
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The Berserk Sea, Selos Island.
Danez hid in the shadows, carefully and intently monitoring the information vendor, Baz.