Part 6 The Lightslayer Chapter 38 – The Foul Face

　　Summoning the Messenger …… As a member of the Tarot Council’s “Judgment” and MI9, Hugh understood what a messenger referred to, and knew that the middle level of the Spirit Order used messengers extensively.

　　Before she could open her mouth to ask for more details, she saw Voorhees walking towards the first floor guest room with weak feet and dull eyes, and said in a rather fluttering voice:

　　”Let me sleep for a while, anything will come later.”

　　She slept this way until early the next morning, awakened from her deep sleep by the pervasive smell of meat.

　　”Dixie pie?” Voorhees rubbed her eyes and stepped out of the room to see the food already set out on the table.

　　”Right.” Hugh came out of the washroom, “It’s the one on the corner, it’s not bad.”

　　Forsyth gave a couple of “mmmmmm’s” and was already seated at the table, picking up the Dixie pies with great speed and stuffing them into his mouth.

　　After finishing one and taking a sip of sweet iced tea, she sighed contentedly:

　　”This is the life.

　　”Crap, forgot to brush my teeth ……”

　　After finishing her cleaning business, she finally found the ability to think and gave Hugh a puzzled look and said:

　　”MI9 didn’t get suspicious about you quietly becoming a ‘judge’?”

　　”They thought it was a payment from the same power that instructed me in the first place.” Hugh spoke of what he had inquired.

　　Folth gathered his hair and said with a smile:

　　”Just as well, let them find the Church of Darkness and inquire.”

　　She then covered her mouth and yawned:

　　”I’m going to summon that one’s messenger.”

　　After this period of “recording”, her verbal address to someone had evolved from Germaine Sparrow, Mr. “World”, to “That One”.

　　This was partly a sign of respect and partly a fear of being overheard.

　　Hearing his friend’s words, Hugh glanced from side to side and asked, slightly perplexed:

　　”Not setting up a ceremony?”

　　She remembered that summoning a messenger required a ceremony.

　　”It’s just one of the methods, the One told me to use another.” Voorhees glanced at her own clothing, realizing that she hadn’t had a chance to change it last night and was already wrinkled from her sleep.

　　Thinking that she would have to meet the messenger later, she decided to take care of her image, and busied herself by going back to her bedroom on the second floor and changing into a beige, ruffled, stand-up collar dress.

　　Getting ready, she raised her right hand in front of Hugh and scratched forward, as if trying to glean something out of the air.

　　Within her eyes, an illusory tome then coalesced and took shape, flipping rapidly and stopping at one of the pages.

　　In the next second, her arm sank, dragging a figure out of the void.

　　It was Germaine Sparrow, wearing a half-height silk bowler hat and a black tweed overcoat, with a cold face and a rigid, slightly dull temperament.

　　Success? This is only the second …… time I have tried it I only tried it once yesterday, and it failed …… Forsyth s eyes widened at once, as if trying to hold more light and see a little more clearly.

　　She knew that what was summoned was an image from the aperture of history, so she was not too nervous at this time, but on the contrary, Hugh, subconsciously, held his breath and watched the projection of Germaine Sparrow warily, unable to tell whether it was true or not.

　　The battle record of this crazy adventurer was fresh in her mind.

　　Folth had actually summoned Germaine Sparrow? Shouldn’t it be his messenger? Gelman Sparrow could still descend as a summon? Question after question popped up within Hugh’s mind.

　　Just as Voorhees was unsure of what to do next, that Gelman Sparrow’s eyes turned slightly, and his gaze became animated all of a sudden, no longer having a dull and stagnant meaning, giving off a feeling of coming to life.

　　Immediately afterward, he took out a fine harmonica that was silver-white in color, brought it to his mouth, and blew.

　　There was no sound coming out of this, but the surroundings instantly became quite gloomy and cold, blowing a burst of bone piercing wind.

　　Then a lady in a long, gloomy, complicated dress, carrying four blonde, red-eyed heads, stepped out of the void, and all eight eyes looked at Gelman Sparrow at the same time.

　　Germaine Sparrow nodded slightly and pointed down at Forsyth:

　　”This lady needs to go to the depths of the spirit world to set up four special coordinates, you help her.”

　　”Okay ……,” said one of Renette Tynecol’s heads as it bobbed up and down.

　　Without another word, Germaine Sparrow approached the window while making the glove he wore on his left palm transparent.

　　He disappeared and “teleported” out of the house.

　　Gone …… gone …… the historical pore image I summoned just like this went away by itself? Forsyth looked on with her mouth slightly open, as if she was experiencing a comedy.

　　According to her understanding, the thing summoned should be able to be driven by itself, how could it leave by itself after delivering a sentence.

　　Could the image in the historical orifice have the same personality as myself …… No, it was almost as if Germaine Sparrow herself had descended …… Voorhees glanced at Hugh and realized that she was just as perplexed.

　　Just then, Voorhees suddenly shivered, as if some extremely frightening creature was staring.

　　She subconsciously turned her head and found Germaine Sparrow’s messenger looking at herself with eight red eyes, scrutinizing her.

　　Just as frightening as Germaine Sparrow …… Voorhees piled on a smile and said:

　　”…… Trouble you.”

　　At that moment, the four blonde-haired, red-eyed heads of Renette Tynecol spoke in turn:

　　”Need …… to pay …… eight hundred ……” “Gold coins ……”

　　Also, there’s a fee? Voorhees once again opened her mouth slightly, not knowing how to respond.

　　It took several seconds before her thoughts snapped to life and she took stock of her savings:

　　After lending 2400 pounds to Hugh, there was originally still 780 pounds left …… This period of time expenses are not small, but the royalties from the previous novels are still arriving one after another, plus some other income and Hugh’s return of 300 pounds, there is a total of 1,258 pounds …… Enough! ……

　　Forsyth was about to open his mouth and agree immediately, but immediately found a problem:

　　”All in gold coins?”

　　Renette Tignicole’s four heads bobbed slightly and said:

　　”Yes ……” “You ……” “can ……” “owe ……”

　　Sure enough, it’s all about gold coins …… I remember Mr. World has been trying to collect gold coins for a while, and exchanging gold coins …… is also to pay this messenger? The relationship between him and his own messenger is so complicated……Uh, Mr. World should still have a lot of gold coins there, I will just ask him to exchange 800 coins afterward……Forsyth secretly sighed in relief. Sigh of relief said:

　　”Okay.”

　　After agreeing, she saw the headless messenger’s head lifting up and biting the clothes on her shoulder.

　　The colors around them then became rich and stark, red more red, black more black, and white more white.

　　With this, Voorhees was unable to tell north, south, east, west, up, down, left, and right, and was led through similar scenes by Renette Tinnikol, and it didn’t take long to arrive at what seemed to be permeated with a light mist.

　　In the depths of the fog, an eye seemed to look over, but then quickly retracted.

　　……

　　When “Magician” Voorhees summoned Germaine Sparrow’s projection from the hole of history to Beckland, Klein’s body immediately entered the fog of history, and traveled all the way to the First Age.

　　His consciousness then came to life within that projection, reducing the consumption of Forsyth.

　　In this way, Klein had indirectly returned to Beckland, which was precisely why he had asked Ms. Magician to summon the messenger in such a complicated way.

　　As for the messenger summoned by the adventurer’s harmonica, it was an objective existence that would not increase the spiritual burden on Forsyth, and even if Klein, the image of the historical pore, disappeared, Renette Tignicole could still stay in the real world if she wanted to.

　　After a “teleportation”, Klein’s figure appeared in a quiet alley near St. Samuel’s Church, and used the power of the “Faceless Man” to change his appearance and figure.

　　During this process, although there were still a few pedestrians in the alley, they were all affected by the illusion and failed to realize that there was suddenly another “companion”.

　　Immediately after that, Klein straightened his clothes, pressed his hat, walked quickly towards St. Samuel’s Church, and found a seat by the side in the large prayer hall.

　　After removing his hat and chanting his name, he reverently drew a scarlet moon on his chest, then, clasping his hands together, he closed his eyes and whispered a prayer to the “Goddess of the Night”:

　　”…… I am searching for traces of the past of the Ebony Demon Wolf in order to grasp the specifics of k ……”

　　Speaking of this, Klein remembered that the Ebony Demon Wolf might be a former “colleague” of the “Goddess of the Night”, and should know enough about each other, so he added another sentence:

　　”…… I wonder if you can give me some insight ……”.

　　He didn’t bother to wait for a response, keeping a calm mind, he continued:

　　”……When I finish this matter, I intend to go all the way east and see if I can reach the western continent, to see what state it’s really in, and also to take this opportunity to jump out of Amon’s tracking, and look for possibilities in addition …… ”

　　Finishing his prayer, Klein once again nodded four times clockwise on his chest and whispered:

　　”Praise the Goddess.”

　　As soon as his words fell, a deep black night sky dotted with countless stars suddenly appeared before his eyes, while an additional piece of information unknowingly appeared within his mind.

　　It was information about the Ebony Demon Wolf Kotal.

　　…… Klein was stunned for a moment, and didn’t come back to his senses until the starry sky in front of him completely disappeared, sincerely praising the goddess once again.

　　After leaving St. Samuel’s Church, he utilized the “Creeping Hunger” and made another “Teleportation”, and arrived near the Holy Wind Cathedral located in the Chorwood District.

　　He wanted to say a prayer to the Lord of Storms as well.

　　Looking up at the towering spire, Klein was a bit hesitant for a moment, wondering if he should actually enter the headquarters of this Storm Church’s Birkeland Diocese.

　　”I am just an image in the historical orifice, not afraid of …… praying and not losing anything, in case the ‘Lord of Storms’ hears about Amon and decides to give ‘0-32 ‘ to me? That way, I won’t have to risk a great deal to hunt the Ebony Demon Wolf …… Being human always requires a bit of expectation!” Klein pondered for a moment and finally made up his mind.

　　He cautiously raised his hand, and beckoned the “Winner” Nyuni, who hadn’t yet been parasitized by Amon, out of the historical aperture, and let this secret puppet take on his own appearance as he walked into the Cathedral of the Holy Winds.

　　A minute or two later, there was a sudden cloud over Birkeland, and inside the Cathedral of the Holy Winds there seemed to be a flash of silver-white electricity, but no one noticed it.