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At 160 Boklund Street, Klein arranged the ceremony in the bathroom of the master bedroom and entered above the gray mist.

He planned to deal with some chores before the bodyguards hired by the housekeeper Walter came over, so as not to be inconvenient to do in the next few days.

Among these chores, the most important thing is to confirm the situation of "squirming hunger".

After sitting in the seat belonging to The Fool, Klein let the human leather glove fly over from the pile of debris.

After some divination checks, he found that "Squirming Hunger" was quite stubborn this time, and the negative effects did not change in any way.

"This is because Mr. A was infected, and he will never give up his praise of the 'true creator'?" Klein twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking seriously about how to solve this problem.

Another way to intimidate it? No, how can it be called intimidation? It should be said to be a friendly communication on the premise of maintaining the initiative... Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his fingers, and said silently to himself: "Anyway, I have to write to Ah later. Mr. Zeke, you may mention the failure of the 'squirming hunger' seal by the way.

"You can also bring some mushrooms with you, no, no, although this will make 'Squirming Hunger' no longer praise the 'True Creator', but it will also make it unusable, um... ask Frank for a few more original mutant mushrooms , to see if there is a different effect..."

After making up his mind, Klein threw Azik's copper whistle and the adventurer's harmonica into the "Gate of Sacrifice and Bestowment", and then he returned to the real world, put away the items, and processed the traces.

After leaving the bathroom, Klein walked to the desk, took out the letter paper and pen, and wrote after deliberation: "Dear Mr. Azik... I haven't written to you for a long time, I don't know how you are doing recently...

"...Because of some accidents, the seal you made on 'Squirming Hunger' has expired, can you give me the corresponding method, I want to do it again...

"...Have you ever heard of a creature like a predator from the spiritual world? What level is it at, what are its characteristics, and what areas is it often active in?

"...I may be going to the Southern Continent recently. If I get any new information about Death God, I will write to you in time..."

Putting down the pen and reading it twice, Klein folded the letter, picked up the copper whistle, brought it to his mouth, and blew.

Silently, bones emerged from the floor one after another, and rushed into the air like a fountain, forming a huge skeleton nearly four meters high.

The skeleton looked down at Dwayne Dant�s for a second, bent his back, lowered his right arm, and spread his palms.

The messenger is becoming more and more polite... Klein nodded in satisfaction, and handed the letter he just wrote to the other party.

The Bone Messenger did not stop, disintegrated instantly, fell to the ground like a waterfall, and disappeared quickly.

Klein secretly breathed a sigh of relief, looked away, and continued to write to Frank: "...The dried mushrooms you gave last time are good, do you have any more?

"...Do you think it is possible to implement the idea I mentioned earlier? If you encounter any difficulties during the research process, you can write to me..."

After folding the letter paper, Klein picked up the adventurer harmonica and blew it lightly.

Immediately, he saw Miss Messenger Reinette Tinekerr appearing beside her, still without a head, wearing a complicated and gloomy long dress, holding four gorgeous heads with blond hair and red eyes.

"Can you locate Frank Lee?" Klein asked with greater confidence. After all, Miss Messenger is different from ordinary messengers, and is a spirit world creature at the demigod level.

��Under normal circumstances, the courier can only locate the contractor and the person who used the summoning ceremony, and the latter has a distance limit. Once the courier is too far away from the ceremony location, the courier will not be able to find it.

The four heads in Reinette Tinekerr's hands turned at the same time, looked at Klein and said, "Yes..." "That..." "What..." "I want to..." "Planted..." " In the soil..." "The..." "People?"

�What exactly did Frank do to impress Miss Messenger so deeply � When I wrote back earlier, she also said that she hoped he didn�t die � Klein nodded solemnly: �Yes.�

Reinette Tinekerr's four heads spoke one by one: "Yes..." "Locate..." "I have..." "Mark him..."

ah? Klein's mouth was half opened when he heard this, and he almost forgot his purpose.

Poor Frank, no, the mighty Frank, actually let Miss Messenger mark him... May the goddess bless him... Klein breathed out slowly, and handed the letter in his hand to Reinette Tinekerr: " Please leave it to Frank. JrNovels.com