White Feathers?

Looking at the corpseless grave, Klein suddenly thought of a word: “Angel!”

In the canon of the seven major Churches, they were filled with legends of Angels and Saints. The former had one characteristic—a pair of pure white wings on its back, and as many as two, three, or even six pairs of pure white wings.

However, in the blink of an eye, Klein remembered something else

Mr. Azik had once described his dream to him—one that seemed to indicate his different lives.

One of the scenes was inside a dark mausoleum. There were many opened ancient coffins beside him, and in the coffins, there were corpses with white feathers growing from their backs!

Is this a special characteristic of the Death pathway, or a strange phenomenon caused by the Numinous Episcopate? Klein didn’t say a word as he restrained his emotions and calmly looked at the white feathers stained with yellowish oil at the bottom of the grave.

His initial judgment was that the old gentleman wasn’t an angel, as the terrifying Sequence 2, or even Sequence 1 Beyonders, would certainly produce intense effects on their surroundings when they died. For example, the Holy Artifact, the ashes of a Saint which had been stored behind Tingen City’s Chanis Gate, would extend almost invisible thin, black, and cold lines so as to seal the people and things around it.

Of course, it’s also possible that he didn’t actually die… He’s like Mr. Azik? Klein bent down and picked up three white feathers with his black-gloved right hand.

He planned to do some divination above the gray fog when he returned home.

At that moment, Kapusky came to his senses, scrambled to Klein’s side, and looked at the grave with a hint of fear.

“Where’s the body?”

Klein looked at him and said in a low voice, “Maybe he left by himself”

“He left by himself…” Kapusky repeated in horror, now fully aware of how terrible it was for the dead to awaken.

His legs trembled as he muttered to himself, “B-but I didn’t use the resurrection ritual on him.”

Klein turned around and looked at him for a few seconds.

“Death is not the end.”

“Death is not the end… Death is not the end… ” Kapusky was quite frightened by his own beliefs as he blurted out, “W-will he come back?”

Well, the copper whistle had summoned a messenger which probably corresponds to the old gentleman. In other words, by giving the messenger a letter, it is equivalent to sending a letter to the old gentleman — a man who has been dead for almost half a year… Heh, I wonder where he went and what kind of state he’s in… In response to Kapusky’s question, Klein gave him an indifferent reminder.

“Don’t blow that copper whistle again.”

“You mean the copper whistle will draw him back?” Kapusky asked in horror.

Before Klein could reply, he asked again, “C-can you help me throw this copper whistle into the Tussock River?

“If you can’t, I-I’ll do it myself.”

Weren’t you interested in the philosophy of death? Klein lampooned as he reached out to take Kapusky’s copper whistle.

the dead man a letter when the conditions were

for all of this was that he was certain that there wasn’t

grave again, Klein had a brief exchange with him about the “Spirit Dance” and the corresponding mysticism knowledge, enriching his own knowledge. He also

setup for ritualistic magic would be more effective and

left the street through the garden and took a long

previous clothes, he returned to Minsk Street and entered his bedroom. After a series of actions, he carried the three white feathers and Kapusky’s copper whistle above

back chair, Klein conjured pen and a paper.

held the three white feathers and leaned back in

he chanted silently, Klein entered a dreamland. It was a blurry grayish-white all around

was dyed with a crimson shade. A thin,

lift the stone slab,

red moonlight, the clothes on the figure’s back were tattered, and white feathers grew out

red spots on his face, as well

to walk, struggling through the surrounding fences, heading deeper into the darkness

dream shattered and

Sharron’s, but it’s clearly different as well. It gave off a very heavy and corporeal feeling… It seemed to be phasing between a human’s body

he divined whether there was any danger in using the copper whistle he received from Kapusky at that very moment and received a

use the copper whistle above the gray fog. The messenger wouldn’t be able to enter at all; otherwise, there wouldn’t be any danger… After muttering to himself, Klein descended through the gray fog and returned

morning, in the relatively refreshing woods in

a secluded corner and stored the herbs that he had secretly

himself in great satisfaction, “Sure enough, my physical constitution has improved. I’m no longer like what I was before where I was relatively resistant to

Tamer? What does this

tames and uses plants and parts of animals that have lost their lives, while a Beast Tamer tames

be able to

the name of Sequence 7, nor did he give me the formula. When I

punching and kicking to get used to his

consider a serious problem: How should a Beast Tamer

and tame them?” As the Apothecary was mumbling to himself,

huge golden

retriever seemed to notice his gaze as it suddenly turned

retriever froze for a moment. Then, it nimbly

the Hall family’s luxurious

to a piano room and sat beside Audrey’s feet, her tongue hanging out as

a song before it said in fear, “Audrey, I met a scary

“His eyes were scary!”

to do to

said, “I don’t know either. In short, he’s very dangerous. That

like?” Audrey considered letting the guards and attendants warn

didn’t see him clearly. I feel that he

dog-type nemesis? Audrey gave a reserved

go into those

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