Moonlit night in the garden at 160 Berklund Street.

A grey rat crawled out of its burrow and ran to the bottom of the balcony of the master bedroom.

A small, mushy black mass floated down and was pinned against the head by the rat like an acrobatic performer.

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

At this moment, the gray mouse raised its front half and poked out its two paws.

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

Then, relying on its mutated front paws, it forcibly removed the manhole cover, barely making a sound!

Without a pause, the gray rat burrowed into the sewers and made its way to the place where the witch Triss had been hiding.

It gouged and gouged in the corners, turning out a mirror fragment from the dirt.

After doing all this, the gray mouse threw the pasty black thing on the top of his head to a cleaner place next to it, retreated to the corner of the wall, and let his body slowly become longer and wider as if it were pulled by the invisible man, turning into a middle-aged man wearing a dark infrared jacket and an old tricorneal hat, as if he was the "blood general" who was active at sea in the past.

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

"This rat is still fat...... "The paper man-like "blood general" raised his hand and touched his chin, and was blown by the cold wind in the sewer, and almost floated up.

It was Crane who spoke, and in the master bedroom, he manipulated the "Spirit Thread" to transform a mouse into a secret puppet, and sent it to carry "ritual materials" to the sewers to try to contact the witch Triss.

"Señor", whose arms twisted in the wind and movements, bent down and picked up the black mass of paste, which was left behind after Triss burned a strand of hair with black flames, which could be used as a liaison ritual.

Then, he wiped the mirror shard clean and smeared the material in his hand.

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

............

East End, inside a room with heavy curtains and almost no light.

The black and slippery "tentacles" are intertwined in layers, forming a huge ball.

And the top of these "tentacles", some of them are inlaid with a black and white eyeball, and some have grown into the shape of a poisonous snake's head, with their mouths slightly apart, spitting letters, all of which are strangely shaped and terrifying.

Suddenly, they rose or retracted, and the ball disintegrated layer after layer.

In the center of the sphere was a girl curled up in a ball, with an unusually sweet countenance, her brow furrowed tightly, and her expression slightly distorted by pain, which was extremely pitiful.

Those slippery and disgusting "tentacles" have all retracted at this time, quickly becoming smaller, and finally returned to their original appearance:

Bright black hair!

The girl's expression softened, and she got up slowly, walked to the bed, which had been divided into small pieces, picked up the nightdress that had fallen to the ground, and put it on her body.

Then, she gathered her black hair, walked to the full-length mirror, stretched out her right palm, and wiped the glass surface.

A layer of black flame ignited, burning the air silently and quickly extinguishing without a trace, leaving behind a mirror that had become dark and deep.

Inside the mirror, light and shadow floated, quickly revealing a dirty and muddy sewer environment, and a middle-aged man wearing an old tricorne hat and a dark infrared jacket was sticking thinly against the wall, looking down at the girl who didn't know how far away, like a famous painting that came to life.

The girl with a round face and slender eyes looked at each other quietly for two seconds, and then suddenly laughed.

As her smile bloomed, the room, which had little light, seemed to brighten up for a moment.

She then opened her lips lightly and said in a mocking tone:

"Mr. Gelman Sparrow, is this the madness and ruthlessness of the strongest adventurers?

"Or maybe I actually know a clown?"

Klein was not surprised that the witch Triss was able to recognize her identity as Gelman Sparrow, after all, he met with him in the form of the "blood general" Seigno, and the pirate general had long since become the prey of Gelman Sparrow.

At the beginning, Triss was hiding in the sewers due to her injuries, and she had previously focused on the investigation of revenge, and she didn't know all kinds of news at sea, and she didn't know that what happened to the "Blood Admiral" was quite normal, but she could recover her health, and after leaving there, if she didn't find out the latest news about her collaborators, she could only say that she was completely unqualified in both the "assassin" and "instigator stages".

Obviously, Triss's past performance proves that she is bad and her mind is fine.

Klein didn't argue, and Seigno, who manipulated the state of the paper figure, smiled and responded simply:

"Why can't clowns be crazy and ruthless?"

Without waiting for Triss to answer, he turned to ask:

"How far have you done with the chief of the palace guard?"

Triss looked a little gloomy and said:

"It will take at least another month to get results, or even two months. ”

"If you need any help, you can come to me. Klein emphasized again.

Triss said "heh":

"In Beckland, in this game, power doesn't solve everything.

"Of course, I never wasted the opportunity to take advantage of others.

"Mr. Gelman Sparrow, since there is no need to hide his identity, can you give me a more convenient way to contact him?"

How do you feel like you're being asked for a mobile phone number...... Crane thought for a moment, and calmly described the steps of summoning Miss Courier, not forgetting to emphasize that gold coins were important ritual materials.

Triss didn't say anything more, but once again reached out her right hand and touched the mirror.

The black flames rose and disappeared, and the full-length mirror returned to normal.

In the sewers, Señor, the "blood general" in the form of a paper man, buried the mirror fragment in the earth again, and then quickly shrunk back into the form of a gray rat, rushing all the way to the depths of the underground world, feeding himself to the carnivores.

At 160 Berklund Street, Klein closed the curtains and returned to his easy chair position.

Frankly, he kind of regretted working with Triss.

He felt that the guy was carrying some of the will of the "Original Witch", and he could do anything for revenge, just like a moving bomb, and he didn't know when it would get out of control.

If Triss were to change her mind, it would most likely cause a terrible disaster...... I shouldn't have let her go in the first place...... Crane sighed and began the ritual of bringing the pasty-like black things above the gray mist, trying to tell through them about Triss's current whereabouts and recent state.

Twenty or thirty seconds later, he reaped the results of the defeat.

This worries him even more, as such a result suggests that Triss has somehow become a deity of the "Original Witch".

............

The next morning, having breakfast, Klein began to instruct Walter the butler and Richardson, the new assistant butler, in distributing the gifts he had brought back from the Southern Continent.

It was packed with a suitcase, including Filmer coffee beans, East Byron tobacco, Valle wine, human bone statues and other specialties.

They will be delivered to different neighbors in the neighborhood to represent the heart of Daun Dantès and announce his return to the social scene.

"Well, when this bottle of River Valley wine is handed to Councillor Macht or his wife, remember to mention that it is perfect for making sour cocktails and is a perfect match for lemon juice. Klein told Walter, the butler.

——Each gift is also particular about who it is given, and it is necessary to combine the other party's hobbies, of course, the hottest product in the Southern Continent is not suitable for gifts, because it is more like mockery.

Walter nodded solemnly:

"Yes, sir. ”

When the employer had no other instructions, Richardson glanced at the remaining pile of gifts and took the initiative to ask:

"Where are they going?"

"This is for the staff of the Charity Scholarship Fund, and I will deliver it myself. Crane smiled.

He immediately pointed to the golden talisman in his hand and said:

"I missed the birth of Dr. Allen's child, and I need to come to the door in person to apologize, hehe, I will go over in the afternoon and give this amulet that is unique to the Southern Continent. ”

Of course, the baby Will Ensetten Krees probably won't like it...... He would rather have ice cream than this...... After saying that, Crane muttered a few words in his heart.

When Mr. Butler and Richardson went out one after another, taking gifts and valets to different neighbors' houses, Klein got into his own carriage and went all the way to the "Rune Charity Scholarship" at 22 Pesfield Street.

Stepping out of the carriage, he walked ahead, followed by Enyuni, a personal valet holding a large pile of gifts, and whenever he met a staff member along the way, he would go up to say hello and make gifts.

With that, Klein went up to the second floor, arrived at one of the trustees' offices, flexed his fingers, and tapped on the hidden door.

"Please come in. Audrey Hall's soft voice came out.

As a more senior "spectator", she had already found out that Mr. Dawn Dantès had come to the "Rune Charity Scholarship" and had been waiting patiently.

Klein pushed the door in, took out a small gift box from the inside pocket of his clothes, and smiled gently:

"I've come back from the Southern Continent, well, this business is very successful, and I have brought a little gift to everyone, hoping to share my joy. ”

He made a point of mentioning this, saying that he remembered Miss "Justice's" request.

"Then I can't find a reason to refuse. Audrey smiled expectantly.

This is not to say that she cares about what Mr. "World" will give, but she is curious about what Mr. "World" will give.

Taking the gift box, she opened it in front of Daun Dantès and found that it was a white feather as the main body, painted with a pale yellow pattern.

"It's a hat ornament. Klein explained, "People of a certain social status in East Bailang like to wear all kinds of white feathers in different places on their bodies as ornaments, among which the most precious and meaningful ones are inserted in hats, which is said to come from the custom of worship of the feathered serpent, which is the symbol of death." ”

And the feather he asked the craftsmen of the Southern Continent to make the hat ornament was a by-product of the artificial Death Reaper project, which could be used as a sacrifice.

Klein once obtained three of them, one was used in Byam, combined with the corresponding Bronze Whistle Courier, to summon a monster that was polluted and mutated by the artificial Grim Reaper, and one was sacrificed to the "Artificial Death" in the Southern Continent, and obtained the revelation of Ince Zangwill's evil spirit, which was the last one left.

Because the current "Artificial Death" is actually equal to the "Goddess of the Night" to a certain extent, Klein, who was identified as a dependent, no longer needs to operate as before when he holds a subsequent ceremony, and can use other materials instead of feathers, so he simply made the remaining one into a gift and gave it to Miss "Justice", anyway, she is also a believer in the night, and maybe she can rely on this feather to contact the "Artificial Death" at a critical moment.

Audrey took the gift, smiled, and listened quietly to what Daun Dantès had to say, when a thought flashed through her mind for no reason:

Mr. "World" wouldn't have plucked the hair of a feathered serpent to make this hat......

PS: Recommend a fantasy flavor, "Demon Hunting Cookbook", Introduction: When night fell, a murmur sounded in his ears, and the monster in the shadows began to be restless, Jason's hungry stomach began to roar, and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva......

Hunger is the best spur.