Chapter: 2632
This is knowing the existence of Mr. "Gate", and having a way to talk to him through the blood connection of the Abraham family... Triss has been able to withstand Mr. "Gate"'s call for help, so she is not afraid of losing control? Moreover, she seems to be very sure about the identity of Mr. "Gate"... She really got more knowledge and secrets from the "Primary Witch"... But if this is the case, why would the "White Witch" Katerina Hunt her down? Klein looked at the short content of the letter, and one question after another popped up in his mind.
Because the things Triss vaguely mentioned were all within his understanding, he believed that the other party did not lie in this regard, and indeed provided a very feasible solution.
Of course, the prerequisite for the success of this method is that one has mastered the correct rituals, has the descendants of the Abraham family bloodlines as a medium, and is willing to bear great risks.
Among these three points, Klein is missing the first point, and still has a lot of doubts about the third point, trying to find a safer and better way to hide himself, while the witch Triss seems to be missing the second point.
"For me, the blood descendants of the Abraham family are easy to find. You can contact them directly through Ms. Magician, but once you give their hair, blood, meat and bones to the witch Triss, they will bear the burden." The risk of being cursed..." Klein has a good understanding of the "witch" path, and knows that they are very good at cursing.
While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, he gradually came up with a countermeasure, which was to use the hair, carrion or bones of the deceased.
He remembered that Miss Magician mentioned to The Fool that she had buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the Abraham family.
"I hope it wasn't cremated... Although this is a bit desecrating the corpse, talking to Mister 'Gate' is also a necessary procedure to remove the ancient curse of the Abraham family. It is better to use the dead than implicate the living...The reply to Triss when the time comes This article is added here, falsely claiming that it is the request of the descendants of the Abraham family to provide the ritual medium...
"Also, it must be confirmed that Triss is going to talk to Mister 'Gate', rather than trying to pull him back to the real world... They are either high-level themselves, or involve high-level ones, it is difficult to use 'divination' Effective enlightenment has been obtained, but the Emperor said that the return ceremony that Mister 'Gate' needs is very complicated, and it cannot be arranged with a few items of blood descendants. You can invite 'Queen of Mysteries' and Ms. Sharon to monitor Backlund's underground trading market , See if there is any abnormal flow of materials and personnel..." Klein nodded slightly, and decided to go to Miss Magician later, and urge her for the manuscript by the way.
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North End, Pacefield Street.
On a sidewalk chair, a young man wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat with a thin face and a broad forehead was sitting there, staring at the Intis sycamore tree with fallen yellow leaves.
He wears a crystal monocle on his right eye, which looks quite refined.
At this moment, an old man who was going to St. Samuel's Church passed by. Seeing that he was in a bad state, he stopped and asked softly, "Young man, what are you worrying about? What are you losing in this war?"
He suspected that the relatives, lovers, and friends of the other party died in the previous air strikes or in the fierce battles on the front line, so he sat on the side of the street with a confused expression.
The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle, sighed and shook his head, "I'm just thinking about some more complicated issues."
"Are you a philosopher?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then blurted out.
"No, but I often ask others philosophical questions, like who I am, where I am, and where I am going." The young man smiled peacefully, continued to meditate, moving his lips from time to time, Whisper almost silently.
The old man couldn't understand it, so he shook his head, and walked away slowly under the watchful eyes of wild dogs by the road, sparrows on trees, ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.
The young man didn't turn his head, the monocle reflected falling yellow leaves, and muttered to himself: "Parasite..." "No parasite..." "Parasite..." "No parasite... "
"Look at the bait..." "Eat the bait..." "Look at the bait..." "Eat the bait..."
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After getting the hair of Lawrence's remains from "Magician" Fors, and seeing the "Tasoke News" begin to serialize the horror legend of Backlund Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting, and promised to "" Miss Magician sent to a new place to record new scenery and folklore.
In the blink of an eye, a new week came. Klein finished his lunch and planned to take a nap to prepare for the three o'clock tarot meeting.
At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr, carrying four blond-haired and red-eyed heads, came out from the depths of the void, one of which held a linen bundle in her mouth.
"Who sent it?" Klein suddenly had some inexplicable and complicated premonitions, and for a moment he didn't reach out to pick up the package that the messenger lady was holding.
Reinette Tinekerr's three free heads spoke one after another: "Mutation..." "The..." "True..."
"The..." "Mushroom..." "King..."
This series of modifiers... I probably understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself from grinning, and slowly took the burden.
Unpacking the package, he saw a large number of all kinds of devils, no, mushrooms. JrNovels.com
Because the things Triss vaguely mentioned were all within his understanding, he believed that the other party did not lie in this regard, and indeed provided a very feasible solution.
Of course, the prerequisite for the success of this method is that one has mastered the correct rituals, has the descendants of the Abraham family bloodlines as a medium, and is willing to bear great risks.
Among these three points, Klein is missing the first point, and still has a lot of doubts about the third point, trying to find a safer and better way to hide himself, while the witch Triss seems to be missing the second point.
"For me, the blood descendants of the Abraham family are easy to find. You can contact them directly through Ms. Magician, but once you give their hair, blood, meat and bones to the witch Triss, they will bear the burden." The risk of being cursed..." Klein has a good understanding of the "witch" path, and knows that they are very good at cursing.
While his thoughts were spinning rapidly, he gradually came up with a countermeasure, which was to use the hair, carrion or bones of the deceased.
He remembered that Miss Magician mentioned to The Fool that she had buried an old gentleman named Lawrence, who was undoubtedly a descendant of the Abraham family.
"I hope it wasn't cremated... Although this is a bit desecrating the corpse, talking to Mister 'Gate' is also a necessary procedure to remove the ancient curse of the Abraham family. It is better to use the dead than implicate the living...The reply to Triss when the time comes This article is added here, falsely claiming that it is the request of the descendants of the Abraham family to provide the ritual medium...
"Also, it must be confirmed that Triss is going to talk to Mister 'Gate', rather than trying to pull him back to the real world... They are either high-level themselves, or involve high-level ones, it is difficult to use 'divination' Effective enlightenment has been obtained, but the Emperor said that the return ceremony that Mister 'Gate' needs is very complicated, and it cannot be arranged with a few items of blood descendants. You can invite 'Queen of Mysteries' and Ms. Sharon to monitor Backlund's underground trading market , See if there is any abnormal flow of materials and personnel..." Klein nodded slightly, and decided to go to Miss Magician later, and urge her for the manuscript by the way.
����
North End, Pacefield Street.
On a sidewalk chair, a young man wearing a black windbreaker and a silk top hat with a thin face and a broad forehead was sitting there, staring at the Intis sycamore tree with fallen yellow leaves.
He wears a crystal monocle on his right eye, which looks quite refined.
At this moment, an old man who was going to St. Samuel's Church passed by. Seeing that he was in a bad state, he stopped and asked softly, "Young man, what are you worrying about? What are you losing in this war?"
He suspected that the relatives, lovers, and friends of the other party died in the previous air strikes or in the fierce battles on the front line, so he sat on the side of the street with a confused expression.
The young man raised his hand and pinched his monocle, sighed and shook his head, "I'm just thinking about some more complicated issues."
"Are you a philosopher?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then blurted out.
"No, but I often ask others philosophical questions, like who I am, where I am, and where I am going." The young man smiled peacefully, continued to meditate, moving his lips from time to time, Whisper almost silently.
The old man couldn't understand it, so he shook his head, and walked away slowly under the watchful eyes of wild dogs by the road, sparrows on trees, ants on the ground, and some tiny creatures in the air.
The young man didn't turn his head, the monocle reflected falling yellow leaves, and muttered to himself: "Parasite..." "No parasite..." "Parasite..." "No parasite... "
"Look at the bait..." "Eat the bait..." "Look at the bait..." "Eat the bait..."
����
After getting the hair of Lawrence's remains from "Magician" Fors, and seeing the "Tasoke News" begin to serialize the horror legend of Backlund Hospital, Klein entered a state of patient waiting, and promised to "" Miss Magician sent to a new place to record new scenery and folklore.
In the blink of an eye, a new week came. Klein finished his lunch and planned to take a nap to prepare for the three o'clock tarot meeting.
At this moment, Reinette Tinekerr, carrying four blond-haired and red-eyed heads, came out from the depths of the void, one of which held a linen bundle in her mouth.
"Who sent it?" Klein suddenly had some inexplicable and complicated premonitions, and for a moment he didn't reach out to pick up the package that the messenger lady was holding.
Reinette Tinekerr's three free heads spoke one after another: "Mutation..." "The..." "True..."
"The..." "Mushroom..." "King..."
This series of modifiers... I probably understand what's going on... Klein controlled himself from grinning, and slowly took the burden.
Unpacking the package, he saw a large number of all kinds of devils, no, mushrooms. JrNovels.com
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