Chapter 107 Who is praying (first order please!)
"...Mr. Azik, thank you for your help today. If it weren't for you, my colleagues and I wouldn't have been able to leave that town today..." Klein sincerely thanked the history teacher who had just finished traveling through the spirit world, and then said:

"Oh, by the way, I tried to divine the source of the haunted incident in Morse Town before, and I saw an upside-down pyramid mausoleum extending underground. My companion told me that this is the symbol of the god of death, and it is a glory that can only be obtained by his descendants."

Azik had just hung his coat on the coat rack when he suddenly froze there, not moving for a long time.

——The destination of this spiritual journey is Azik’s home, which is where they were before they set out.

Azik took two steps back and forth, his expression unusually solemn. After a while, he spoke in a slightly low voice:

“It felt familiar to me, but it didn’t remind me of anything more.

"I intuitively felt that the powerful woman was dangerous... but she also had a familiar aura. Perhaps if I could find some traces of the past, I could awaken more of my memories...

"Therefore, I will leave Tingen soon and go to Backlund to look for traces of my memory before I lost it..."

"Backlund..."

Backlund again? Klein's heart sank. Old Blue was transferred to Backlund, and now it's Mr. Azik... They all have sufficient reasons, but the high-sequence combatants are "leaving" Tingen one after another. How could there be no one to arrange this? The mastermind? Or the hidden sage? Is He going to descend again?
As if he had guessed Klein's thoughts, Azik walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, then he sighed and explained:
“The person who disturbed my child’s peace may have noticed my attention and pursuit. There has been no movement during this period, leaving me with no clues... After leaving, on the one hand, I can take the opportunity to look for my past, and on the other hand, let the target relax his vigilance.

"As for the Hidden Sage's divine descent... you can rest assured. Based on my memory of a certain priest life, the divinity He descended this time will not cause any serious damage, but it will also cause considerable losses. His previous foul language attack targeted the entire Tingen. Such a huge, filthy, and evil force... I don't have the confidence to stop it...

"That old man, the old Blue you mentioned, saved Tingen, saved us... I can't recognize the moves he used, but they are familiar... Flesh and Blood, Bishop of the Rose? Anyway, I owe him one.

"Secondly, the Hidden Sage's arrival requires a Beyonder carrier through the Path of the Peering Secrets... With the promise of help from the lady of Elemental Dawn, He should not be able to interfere with Tingen in the short term."

"...I also owe him...more than once." Klein didn't say much, and continued:

"Then I will keep a close eye on the mastermind behind this, and notify you immediately if the target takes any action or is exposed.

"Well, Mr. Azik, how can I keep you informed?"

In Klein's opinion, Azik was most likely related to the god of death... After all, the huge skeletons and the huge number of them had shocked people too much...

Well, since Ms. Daly of Sequence 6 can contract a dedicated "Messenger" through the "Corpse Collector" path, Mr. Azik of a higher sequence must have something similar. Of course, if not, Klein can remind him and try to make one.

Of course Azik had a messenger. Without hesitation, he took out an ornament from his left sleeve. It was an exquisite, old copper whistle with many strange patterns on it, which made it full of mysterious charm.

"This is an item I carried with me when I woke up in Backlund. All you have to do is blow on it to summon a messenger that belongs to me alone."

Klein saw Azik puff up his cheeks and blew the whistle hard. With his clairvoyance activated, he immediately discovered that hazy white bones were thrown out one after another on the floor next to him, forming a strange fountain. A few seconds later, an illusory monster appeared in the living room. It was made entirely of bones, with dark flames flickering in its eye sockets. It was nearly four meters tall and almost broke through the ceiling. It was the skeleton giant that Azik had summoned to fight the enemy before! "Mr. Azik, is this your messenger? Um, I mean, it wasn't in the previous battle..."

Azik smiled and said, "I'm not very familiar with my abilities... Before, I could only try to summon them for help. Well, as long as the underworld still exists, they can slowly regenerate there. Before this, there were, there were, um, I can't even count how many similar messengers there were."

“…” Klein opened his mouth but said nothing. Now it was certain that Mr. Azik must have a close relationship with the God of Death! A true descendant of the God of Death! The Messenger Corps? To others, it was the “World Destruction Corps”!

……

Klein carried his gold-inlaid cane and got on an expensive horse-drawn carriage to Zouteland Street. He also had to go to the Nighthawks headquarters to wait for Dunn and Leonard to return.

——If I can’t receive the Sealed Object, then I can’t go to rescue Leonard, right?

Bang, bang, bang.

Most of the roads in Tingen are paved with cement, but the paving quality of some streets is questionable. After a long period of use, there will be some dents and bumps. Therefore, no matter how good the driving skills of the coachman are, he cannot avoid the swaying of the carriage.

Klein swayed his body to the rhythm, as if he had mastered the "car dance" without any instruction.

Suddenly, he straightened up, raised his arms slightly, and maintained his balance only by relying on his legs. Then, his body began to twitch, as if he was scalded by boiling water, or as if he was dancing a strange dance.

Just like then, above the gray fog, the old man danced on the long bronze table.

"Old Blue..." A hoarse murmur came out, and Klein's mouth couldn't curl up. Hot tears flowed down, and the emotions that had been suppressed before moved with the dynamic dance.

Just like the old man's performance in the sacrificial ceremony to the "fool" at that time.

At this moment, there was only one sad clown in the carriage.

Suddenly, Klein heard a series of illusory voices. This time, he could actually... vaguely tell that it belonged to a man!
"Could it be... Could it be!" He instantly stopped dancing, ignored the still shaking carriage, walked four steps backwards, passed through the maddening whispers, and came to the top of the gray fog.

The temple that looks like a giant's residence is still magnificent and majestic, and the bronze table is still ancient and mottled.

In the distance, a deep red star kept expanding and contracting, standing out so conspicuously against the gray fog.

Klein's heart suddenly became peaceful. He quickly wiped away the illusory tears on his face, a slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his trembling right hand, spreading his spirituality towards the deep red star belonging to the "Priestess".

(End of this chapter)