Chapter 43 Ritual Magic
The three-party transaction was completed, and Miss Justice couldn't wait to ask the next question:
"Excuse me, what are the names of the subsequent potions for 'Audience'? Where can I find clues to the recipes?"
This is beyond my knowledge...
Angel shook her head secretly. She looked at the Hanged Man who had provided the "audience" potion, hoping that he could give an answer.
The Hanged Man did not disappoint her. "I can answer this question for free. After all, it was me who put you on the path of 'audience'."
"The audience's subsequent potion, Sequence 8, is 'Mind Reader', and Sequence 7 is 'Psychiatrist'. You might have to find a way to obtain the specific formula from the 'Psychological Alchemist'. I only learned the name of the potion from one of their members."
"Can you introduce that member to me?" Zhengyi asked anxiously.
"Unfortunately, he is now on the seabed near Sonia Island. I sank him with my own hands."
There was a moment of complete silence in the gray fog. Zhengyi opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Psychological Alchemy, mind reader, psychiatrist... Angel memorized these keywords.
The names of the potions in the audience path are consistent and are all related to psychology. Even the names of the extraordinary organizations in the same path are very close to the imagery of potions.
On the other hand, regarding the assassin path, if the Sequence 8 "instigator" can be considered somewhat related to "assassin", being an expert in causing tragedy and creating bloodshed, then the Sequence 7 "witch" seems too abrupt, and there's not even any connection to the preceding potion.
Of course, judging from Mrs. Sharon’s behavior, the “witch” and the characters in the subsequent sequences are most likely not good citizens.
While Angel was analyzing the Assassin Sequence potion, Justice and the Hanged Man continued their conversation. The latter believed that members of the Psychic Alchemist Society might gather in big cities and influence the behavior of the kingdom's upper nobles through their "audience" abilities, but his more specific goals were unknown. Judging from his gloomy tone, the Psychic Alchemist who was sunk into the sea should be a tight-lipped guy.
Mr. Fool, who had been observing the exchange in silence, didn't seem to want to add anything further. Miss Justice, feeling regretful, could only give up asking further questions.
"That's the last question."
Her tone suddenly became softer, as if she was a little shy.
"If, I mean if, an ordinary animal, such as a dog, drinks a Sequence 9 potion, what will happen?"
Miss Justice, your thoughts are very dangerous...
Angel looked at Justice in surprise. The other party must have asked this question with a purpose, such as planning to feed a dog the only "audience" potion she knew.
I never imagined Justice would be so wealthy as to test a potion worth hundreds of pounds on animals. Or perhaps she was planning to test the formula on animals before using it herself? That made sense. After all, wealthy people valued their lives, and Miss Justice wouldn't be someone who experimented on humans...
The Hanged Man also sat up straight, and after a while he answered, "After taking the potion, one needs to meditate to counteract the residual mental effects. Ordinary animals can't do this. After taking the potion, they will most likely die on the spot or go out of control and become monsters. If they are lucky enough to survive, they should have a chance to become extraordinary creatures. Many wild extraordinary creatures are born from ordinary creatures accidentally swallowing extraordinary items or characteristics."
Miss Justice seemed relieved. She replied briskly, "Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man. I have no further questions."
The Hanged Man also shook his head: "Neither do I."
Angel wanted to agree, but suddenly remembered the human trafficking case involving the Labor Mutual Aid Association at the docks of Tingen City that he had discussed with Dunn that morning. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Have you heard of human trafficking... or the slave trade in the Kingdom of Loen?"
"Slave trade? Human trafficking is banned across the entire Northern Continent." Miss Justice asked curiously, "If you find anyone still engaging in this illegal trade, shouldn't you be able to report it directly to the police or the church?"
Sorry, we are the police and the church, and we are worried right now...
Angel wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and looked at the Hanged Man, hoping that this "captain" who traveled to various seas could know something.
"I've heard some rumors from the southern continent. In recent years, many indigenous tribes there have been looted. No one cares about their property, but their people, young and old, sick and disabled, have been kidnapped," the Hanged Man replied. "But they haven't appeared in the plantations and mining areas, which were the end points of the slave trade routes. On the contrary, many plantations have reported slave escapes, and in some places, slave riots have even occurred. They've killed the guards and disappeared en masse."
The Hanged Man's answer made the human trade in which the Labor Mutual Aid Association participated even more confusing. Angel originally thought that since the slave trade was banned in the northern continent, the slave traders should be trading with those plantations and mines in the southern continent that still legally used slave workers. Unexpectedly, not only did those places not buy any slaves, but even the existing slaves were disappearing one after another.
Coupled with the indigenous tribes in the southern continent that were plundered, it seemed as if there was a buyer with a huge appetite absorbing these slaves, so that the strange phenomenon of "only outflow but no inflow" in population trade appeared on both continents.
Judging from this scale, the president of the "Labor Mutual Aid Association" is just a tentacle of this buyer. Even the organization behind him that sent "assassins" to take back the account books should only be a node in the middle level. Even if they are caught and this tentacle is cut off, it will not harm the entire trading network.
It's best to leave this complicated matter to the Church of the Evernight Goddess. The church's followers are spread across the kingdom, and every city has Night Watchmen stationed there. They can also cooperate with the police, making it much easier to investigate the case...
Angel thought to herself as she thanked the Hanged Man and indicated that she had no other questions.
The three of them looked at each other, as if waiting for the Fool to declare the meeting over.
At this moment, several knocks were heard from the edge of the long table, accompanied by the Fool's low voice: "Now that everyone has finished their discussion, I have something that requires your simple cooperation."
The last “simple attempt” he made was to pull three people into the gray fog space at the same time. What will it be this time?
Angel looked at the other party nervously. Although the Fool had not done anything bad to them in the three Tarot Meetings and had even provided them with a lot of convenience, God's will was unpredictable. Who knew whether this "simple cooperation" would make them do something that would endanger themselves?
"Don't worry, it's just a small thing. If it works, you can ask for leave in advance every Monday afternoon if you find yourself in an inappropriate situation."
“This is exactly what we wanted.” Miss Justice had been tense just now, looking at the Fool, and only now did she relax.
"What do we need to do?" asked the Hanged Man cautiously.
"It's simple. You can try a ritual magic in your free time. It doesn't have to be very formal."
The Fool introduced a simple ritual magic to the three of them. They used four new sandalwood candles to surround the altar, and placed paella, white bread, Fenapot noodles, and Dipsy pie clockwise starting from the lower left corner. They then used a ritual dagger to create a spiritual wall...
"Excuse me..." Zhengyi was cut off by herself as soon as she started to speak.
"It's okay, Miss Justice. Feel free to ask questions if you have any questions. I told you that this requires your cooperation." The Fool was not angry, but spoke kindly like a university lecturer.
"...How do I create a spiritual wall?"
As if he hadn't expected Justice to ask this question, the Fool remained silent, a rare occurrence.
The Hanged Man, acting as a half-mentor guiding Justice to become a Beyonder, explained to her in detail how to use a dagger or ritual knife during meditation to guide her spiritual power and create a spiritual wall to isolate the ritual environment and avoid interference from other forces.
Seeing Justice nod in understanding, the Fool continued to explain the ritual magic that required their cooperation.
After creating a sealed environment with the ritual dagger, you need to use a mixture of moonflower, golden mint, deep sleep flower, golden hand and rock rose to extract essential oils and drop them on the candlelight, then silently recite the spell:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog..."
"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck..."
Listening to the ritual spell that the Fool recited word by word to make it easier for them to remember, Angel's eyes gradually widened, and a storm surged in his heart.
Although she wasn't a "diviner" or similar who was well versed in the mysticism, she was not completely unfamiliar with ritual magic after inheriting Cole Granger's memories. This was especially true since she had been making "Gathering Storm" bullets every day for the past week and praying to another being, the Goddess of Night, using this three-part description every day, asking for her favor.
If this description can truly point to The Fool, it means that His existence is almost equivalent to that of the seven gods, including the Goddess of Night!
"I pray for your help."
"I pray for your favor."
"I pray that you will let me have a good dream."
"O Deep Sleep Flower, herb of the Red Moon, please pass your power to my spell."
"O tangerine, herb of the sun, impart your power to my spell.
…
Regardless of the feelings of the people around the table, the Fool recited the spells one by one in his low voice, and finally asked with a smile, "Everyone, do you remember it clearly?"
"Ah..." Miss Justice exclaimed, "Yes, I have memorized it."
Angel and the Hanged Man also quickly expressed their opinions. The Hanged Man even showed the parchment on which he had recorded the spell. In their eyes, the image of "The Fool" at the head of the long table was completely different from that of a few minutes ago. No one dared to disobey His demands.
"Very good. I want you to complete this ritual no later than Wednesday this week."
The Fool seemed satisfied with everyone's attitude and nodded as he continued giving orders.
"Follow your will." The three answered in unison.
"Then let's end today's party here."
The crimson light flashed again, and Angel returned to the study, sitting in the chair in her original position. On the desk was the copied Russell diary. If the hour hand on the pocket watch had not pointed to four o'clock in the afternoon, she would not even dare to believe what had just happened.
How did he become involved with a god again?
Horrified, she quickly grabbed a piece of white paper and, while the fresh memories were still fresh, she immediately wrote down the ritual magic and spells that the Fool had just taught her.
A fool who doesn't belong to this era, a mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck...
In a manor in Queens Backlund, and on a ghost ship on the Sonia Sea, the same spell appeared in the writings of two other Tarot Club members.
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