"Except for the Royal Faction and us, the rest of the branches are weaker. There are mainly the Sleeping Faction and the Underworld Faction...they only have three strong men who are as strong as saints..."

After Bryan finished speaking, Klein nodded invisibly and said, "Let's stop here today, and if you need anything later, please contact me."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Patrick Bryan got up and saluted, and retreated to the door.

The door of the room opened silently, and there were a lot of "people" outside, and the wind was blowing.

After everything calmed down, Klein glanced at the closed wooden door, walked to the window, opened the curtain, and looked at the street.

Several carriages appeared there at some point, and two horse lanterns were hung in front of each one. The light of the horse lanterns was unusually pale and green, blurring the surroundings.

In such a blurry scene, near-transparent figures clustered around the sides, front and rear, all wearing dress-like illusory clothes, appearing quite formal.

When Patrick Bryan landed from the mid-air and returned there, those figures crawled at the same time, and greeted the demigod and the spirit beside him boarded the few carriages that could only be seen faintly, and then hugged the convoy and drove into the distance .

The pale green light gradually faded, and finally disappeared into the darkness, as if it had never appeared before.

Klein withdrew his gaze, and said to himself in his heart with a slightly solemn expression: "Although the fact that Patrick Bryan received the oracle stemmed from the goddess' consideration of various aspects, I always feel that Backlund, and even the entire The undercurrent of the world is getting more and more turbulent.

"I don't know when, they will make waves..."

Thinking of this, Klein didn't delay, and decided to contact the witch Triss immediately to confirm that there was no mutation there.

On a moonlit night, in the garden at 160 Berklund Street.

A gray mouse crawled out of the cave and rushed to the bottom of the balcony of the master bedroom.

A small ball of paste-like black matter floated down, and was pushed on the head by the mouse as if performing acrobatics.

It turned quickly and ran out of 160 Berklund Street to the entrance of a nearby sewer.

At this time, the gray mouse raised its front body and stretched out its two paws.

Its claws suddenly elongated strangely, and groups of clearly visible muscles appeared on the front legs!

Then, relying on its mutated front paws, it moved the manhole cover abruptly, making almost no sound!

Without pausing, the gray mouse got into the sewer, all the way to the place where the witch Triss was hiding.

It dug and dug in the corner, and dug out a mirror fragment from the dirt.

After finishing all this, the gray mouse threw the paste-like black thing on the top of its head to a cleaner place nearby, and retreated to the corner by itself, allowing its body to slowly grow longer and wider as if being pulled by an invisible person, turning into a man in a dark red coat. The middle-aged man wearing an old three-cornered hat seems to be the "Admiral of Blood" who used to be active at sea.

However, this Senor has only a thin layer of body and clothing, like a dummy cut out of paper.

"This mouse is quite fat..." The paper-like "Admiral of Blood" raised his hand and touched his chin, and was almost blown by the cold wind in the sewer.

It was Klein who spoke. In the master bedroom, he manipulated the "spiritual body thread" to transform a mouse into a secret puppet, and sent it to carry "ritual materials" to the sewer to try to contact the witch Triss.

"Senior", whose arms were constantly twisting and turning with the wind and movements, bent down and picked up the paste-like black thing, which was left after Triss burned a strand of hair with black flames, but Used as a liaison ceremony.

Immediately afterwards, he wiped off the shard of the mirror, and applied the material in his hand to it.

After completing this step, Klein asked Secret Puppet to take two steps back with the "mirror", and slapped it on the mossy wall, like a realistic oil painting.

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In the East District, in a room with heavy curtains and almost no light. JrNovels.com