"As long as we can find the right way!"

"However, this method is more complicated, and it takes a turnaround to achieve the goal, and it is always 'summoned' by members, which will damage the image of the 'fool'. Only I can use it, or after learning more, design a summoning 'The Fool's Familiar' but it also points to my spell..."

"...Am I born a coolie? Why does the spell have to be directed at myself? At that time, I can definitely get a 'follower' that is similar to a messenger but more special, and it will receive and give materials..."

Klein had a lot of thoughts and came up with one idea after another, but limited by his strength and knowledge level, none of them could be realized for the time being.

The weakness became more serious, and Klein didn't dare to stay any longer, wrapping himself with spirituality, simulating the feeling of falling into the gray mist.

In a blink of an eye, he returned to the bedroom and saw the bright sunlight shining in through the gap in the curtain.

He inspected himself and confirmed that the "Yang Yan Talisman" was not brought out, but remained on the gray mist.

"When I have a good rest, I will repeat the previous summoning ceremony in the early hours of the morning, and bring the 'Yangyan Talisman' back to the real world... Hey, it would be great if the state just now could last a little longer, so that I can move faster." It�s a pity that it�s not working at the moment. After flying for a while, after checking a few houses, I�m afraid I have to go back above the gray fog and rest for half a day, which is also inefficient.� Klein walked to the desk and turned off the light. A quietly burning candle.

After packing up his belongings, he didn't remove the spiritual wall immediately, but sat down, took out a pen and paper, and started writing a letter, a letter to Mr. Azik!

After writing the title "Dear Sir", after deliberating for a few minutes, Klein wrote: "...I recently received information that one of the seven pirate generals, 'Vice Admiral Hurricane' Qilingus, has sneaked into Baekeland De, he possesses a magical item called 'creeping hunger', which can provide an ability similar to 'shepherd', and 'shepherd' is a Sequence 5 Extraordinary who devours and enslaves different souls and obtains a corresponding ability , It is said that the number of souls they graze at the same time is limited, but they can be replaced..."

"... Qilingus has many extraordinary abilities, I don't know what he wants to do in Backlund... Intelligence shows that this may involve a very important and very magical item, enough to make Qilingus a high-ranking Sequence powerhouses, or items comparable to high-sequence powerhouses..."

Klein used fictitious sources of information to roughly describe what happened to Qilingos. Anyway, he believed that it was impossible for Mr. Ards to seek confirmation from a person at the level of the Captain of the Nighthawks.

Here, he didn't ask for help directly, he seemed to mention it casually, telling the other party to be careful.

Regardless of whether Mr. Azik will be asked to help in the future, it is not wrong to lay the groundwork first! If there is such a day, it will not be so obtrusive! Klein exhaled slowly, and began to write the main content of the letter: "The man behind the scenes has not taken any further actions, and I still haven't found any relevant clues."

"I contacted you rashly, mainly because I wanted to ask you about the 'Sacrifice Ceremony'. I encountered a similar thing in a recent mission..."

With the description of the "sun", and the answer from Mr. Ards for comparison... I should be able to try the "sacrifice ceremony", and the reverse is "giving"... This will be better than "summoning" my own The ceremony is more suitable for the exchange of materials and items... Well, I hope Mr. Ards remembers this knowledge... Klein nodded slightly, put down the pen, and did not sign.

There was only one copper whistle, and he was sure that Mr. Ards would not mistake the sender.

Therefore, Klein was careful and did not leave his name.

After folding the letter paper and looking at the height of the three-meter floor, he hesitantly picked up the copper whistle from the bed.

Just right, let it squat to receive the letter! Klein emphasized a sentence in his heart, raised his right hand, put the copper whistle to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, and blew hard.

The copper whistle did not make a sound, but Klein keenly felt that the surroundings became cold in an instant.

He activated his spiritual vision, and saw bone fountains gushing out from above the desk one after another, rising higher and higher.

These white bones quickly gathered into an illusory and gigantic monster, its head got into the wall of spirituality, reaching nowhere.

Looking at the bony thigh and body in front of him, the hanging arm, and the outstretched right palm, the corner of Klein's mouth twitched, and he threw the folded letter paper up.

With a sweep of the giant bone palm, he held the letter firmly.

At this time, Klein picked up the copper whistle again without hesitation and blew it.

The monster disintegrated in an instant, turned into white bones and fell onto the desk, and burrowed into it, disappearing.

After finishing all this, Klein removed the spiritual wall, staggered towards the coat rack in the sudden wind, and put the copper whistle back to its original place.

Then, he ran quickly to the bed and fell over.

As soon as his body touched the soft bed, he fell into a coma. JrNovels.com