Chapter 1188 Thick-Skinned

Summon his messenger… As Judgment of the Tarot Club, as a member of MI9, Xio understood what a messenger meant. Furthermore, she knew that the middle ranks of the Numinous Episcopate widely used messengers.

Before she could ask for more details, she saw Fors walk towards the guest room on the first floor with her eyes vacant and footsteps listless. She said with an ethereal voice, “Let me sleep for a while. We can talk later.”

She slept all the way till the next morning, waking up thanks to the aroma of meat.

Desi pie? Fors rubbed her eyes and walked out of the room. She saw that the table was already filled with food.

“Yes.” Xio came out of the bathroom. “The one from the corner of the street. It’s not bad.”

Fors enthusiastically acknowledged and sat beside the dining table. She quickly picked up the Desi pie and stuffed it into her mouth.

After finishing one, she drank a mouthful of sweet iced tea and sighed in satisfaction.

This is life!

Oh no, I forgot to brush my teeth…

After she was done washing up, she finally regained her ability to think. She looked at Xio in puzzlement and said, “Did MI9 not have any suspicions about how you secretly became a Judge?”

“They thought it was the remuneration that motivated me back then,” Xio informed her of what she had learned.

Fors stroked her hair and said with a smile, “That’s true. Let them ask the Church of Evernight.”

She covered her mouth and yawned.

“I’m going to summon that messenger.”

After this period of “Recording,” the way she addressed Klein had changed from Gehrman Sparrow and Mr. World to “that person.”

On the one hand, it was a form of respect, and on the other hand, she was afraid that someone would eavesdrop.

Upon hearing her friend’s words, Xio looked around and asked in confusion, “Aren’t you going to set up the ritual?”

She remembered that summoning a messenger required a ritual.

“That’s only one of the methods. That person got me to use another method.” Fors glanced at her clothes and realized that her clothes were all wrinkled since she hadn’t had the time to change her clothes last night.

messenger later, she decided to pay attention to her image. She hurriedly returned to the bedroom on the

she grabbed at it as if she wanted

her eyes, an illusory book took form. It

sank and a figure emerged from the

wearing a half top hat and a black coat. He

This is just my second attempt… I’ve only tried it once yesterday and failed… Fors’s eyes widened as though they wanted to take in more light so as to see more

the Historical Void projection she had summoned, so she wasn’t too nervous. Instead, she held her breath and looked warily at Gehrman Sparrow’s projection. She

still remembered the combat achievements

Shouldn’t it be his messenger? Would Gehrman Sparrow still be able to summon something? Questions popped up

slightly as his gaze instantly turned focused. He no longer had a rigid and vacant look, as though he was

out an exquisite, silvery harmonica

sound came out of it, but the surroundings instantly turned cold as a biting wind

a woman dressed in a dark and complicated long dress with four blonde hair and red eyes in her hands walked out of the void. Her

nodded slightly and pointed at

to set up four special coordinates deep

the heads of Reinette Tinekerr said

approached the window, he made the glove

he “Teleported” out

left… He left just like that… The Historical Void projection I summoned left just like that? Fors stared with her mouth slightly open, as though she was experiencing a

the thing she summoned should be under her

the actual person… No, it’s as if Gehrman

though an extremely terrifying creature was

her head and realized that Gehrman Sparrow’s messenger was

a smile and

Reinette Tinekerr’s four blonde, red-eyed heads spoke

“To pay…” “Eight hundred…”

a fee? Fors turned agape once again, at a

her thoughts suddenly became active as she began

royalties from my past novels are still being credited. Adding my other income and the 300 pounds Xio returned me, I have a total of

she immediately discovered

coins, all of

four heads shook

“Yes…” “You…” “Can…” “Owe…”

exchange for gold coins for quite some time before. It was to pay this messenger? The relationship between him and

the headless messenger raise one of the heads in her hand to bite down on her clothes near her

surrounding colors became saturated and brighter—the reds became redder, the blacks became blacker, and

led by Reinette Tinekerr through similar scenes that she had no way of getting her bearings right. It

depths of the fog, one eye after another seemed to look over,

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