The former holder of the Red Priest card was attracted to the underground palace because of a certain level of attraction and had died beside the Tudor descendants.
But as a result, many questions arose.
Upon realizing this, the statues in the underground palace suddenly flashed past Klein’s mind.
The Evernight Goddess statue who used the moon as a pillow, the Earth Mother statue that hugged a baby in her bosom, the Lord of Storms statue that had lightning flashing behind him, the handsome Eternal Blazing Sun’s statue, the tall and royal God of Combat statue, and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom statue who wore a hood all cast ice-cold gazes at him from the darkness.
At that instant, Klein couldn’t help but tremble.
However, he remembered that the six gods supported the Trunsoest Empire, not the Tudor Empire.
“What are you thinking about?” Azik Eggers noticed his pause.
Klein said in passing, “I was only thinking that since Red Angel Medici had long perished at the hands of Alista Tudor, then who is the God of Weather who has a following in Bansy Harbor during the recent centuries?
“And what’s the reason for their odd behavior…”
With this in mind, Klein came to a pause. This was because the matter regarding Bansy Harbor was unlike what he imagined.
He originally believed that Red Angel Medici was asleep there, but to his surprise, ‘He’ had long perished.
In that case, the secrets underlying the Green Lemon Restaurant and the telegraph office became even more indecipherable. He had no way of deducing anything without any further information. The more he thought about it, the more horrified he became.
When Azik heard his question, he laughed.
“Don’t think about such matters. They’ve definitely been buried by the Church of Storms. To forcibly seek out the reasons will only bring about extreme danger. Even at the level of an angel, there’s still a chance of perishing.”
He switched to saying, “Mr. Azik, I already have a messenger that I can call my own.”
“Much faster than I imagined,” Azik said with a smile.
Klein simply explained how he changed the incantation and how he completed the summoning and ended up encountering an oddity in the spirit world.
“When summoning spirit world creatures, there’s indeed a chance of such things happening when it’s not done by someone of the corresponding job. It requires repeated trial and error before obtaining the desired result. But repeated attempts make it easy to encounter danger. Even if you add descriptions like ‘friendly,’ it isn’t absolutely safe. The spirit world creature which is summoned might not have any malicious intent towards you and wouldn’t wish to harm you, but it doesn’t mean that its very existence won’t hurt you. Perhaps just the aura it has can reduce you to a pile of blood.” After Azik heard about the creature whose speed surpassed imagination, the being who was easily neglected, and the creature with extremely high survivability, he laughed and warned him. After that, he asked, “How did you succeed in the end?”
Klein said in embarrassment, “I changed the final sentence to ‘a unique being that is willing to be my messenger.’”
Azik was taken aback for a second as he curiously looked at Klein.
“… This description is too generic. Typically, it wouldn’t succeed.”
“Perhaps I was rather lucky…” Klein cautiously described his messenger’s appearance and even hid the matter of her request for a gold coin.
Azik thought over it carefully and said, “I do not have an impression of this spirit world creature, but since you’ve already signed a contract and have had it witnessed by the Underworld, she likely wouldn’t cause you any harm. However, before you fully understand her, try not to get her to do anything apart from sending letters.”
“… Alright.” Klein originally wanted to say that he had nothing he needed her for other than sending letters when he recalled his battle with Mr. A.
The room fell into a brief moment of silence before Klein pulled the conversation back on track.
“Mr. Azik, when can we head for the Black Death?”
The longer the delay, the higher the chances of whatever he left on the Black Death to be cleaned up during the daily cleaning jobs.
“Now.” Azik stood up and put on his hat.
Klein was dressed properly, and just as he was trying to find an excuse to head to the washroom to divine if there would be any danger taking action tonight, Azik grabbed his shoulder and pulled him into the spirit world.
Amidst the stacked colors and nearly formless figures, he heard Mr. Azik say, “Let’s begin.”
The cane flew automatically as it tumbled ahead.
Azik followed closely behind with Klein in tow as they smoothly passed through the spirit world.
Before long, the black hardwood cane paused with thick black and stacked shadows ahead of it.
Through this abstract scene, Klein could vaguely identify it as something resembling the Black Death.
At this moment, Azik’s body came to a pause as he solemnly said, “The spirits here tell me that there is danger.”
He fully believed the judgment of the big shot, since Sequence 7 of the Death pathway was Spirit Medium. After advancing to the realm of demigod, being able to notice this was considered very normal.
Azik half-closed his eyes for two seconds before opening them.
“But the problem isn’t serious. Let’s enter.”
This way, even if he was no match and had to flee pathetically, he didn’t have to be afraid of someone coming to knock on his door!
In an instant, Klein possess a distinctive broad chin and cold blackish-green eyes. His hair turned brown and was tied into a bun at the back of his head like an ancient warrior.
He had disguised himself as the former owner of Creeping Hunger, Vice Admiral Hurricane Qilangos!
Azik gave him a glance as the surroundings suddenly seemed to plummet as all sorts of bright colors flew by.
In a blink of an eye, Klein found himself in Ailment Maiden Tracy’s captain’s cabin again.
This gallant and brilliant female pirate was wearing a different white shirt. On her left shoulder was a clear bandage while her black hair was coiled up instead of cascading down amorously.
Faced with this sudden visitor, she didn’t show any panic but smiled.
At this moment, a gentle female’s voice from a difficult to identify location sounded.
“It’s you?”
