Returning to the bedroom, Klein skillfully took out a candle mixed with sandalwood and placed it in the middle of the desk, using the spiritual wall that had not yet been removed.

Then, he followed the process, lit the candles spiritually, sprinkled in essential oils, hydrosols and herbal powders that symbolized good luck and mystery, saw the swaying flames repeating the two states of dim and bright, and smelled the peaceful and leisurely fragrance.

Klein took two steps back, looked at the candle on the table, and whispered in Giant language:

"I!"

After a short pause, he switched to Hermes language and said:

"I call upon my name:"

"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

In an instant, the flickering yellow candlelight and the quiet and leisurely fragrance intertwined and merged into an illusory vortex, madly absorbing the spiritual vortex.

By the time Klein finished reciting the spell, the vortex had stabilized into a palm-sized gray-white circle.

After examining it for a few times, Klein took four steps back without any doubt and returned to the gray fog. As expected, he saw that his high-back chair was emitting circles of light patterns, which made the strange symbol composed of part of the "eye without pupils" and part of the "twisted line" look particularly strange.

He took a deep breath, used meditation to steady his mind, and reached out to touch the target.

Almost at the same time, he heard the summoning spell he had just recited, and saw the surging spirituality and rippling light patterns blending together to stretch out an illusory door.

Compared with the last time, this door is completely formed and covered with mysterious patterns!

And these patterns are connected in the center to form the strange symbol behind the high-back chair of "The Fool", a strange symbol composed of part of "eye without pupil" and part of "twisted line"!

Looking at the illusory door that was shaking and about to open, Klein concentrated his mind and gave it a strong push.

Silently, the unchanging gray mist and the majestic ancient palace seemed to be thrown into a stone lake, creating circle after circle of ripples that surged towards the direction of the "Gate of Summoning".

A heavy friction sound suddenly rang out, and the illusory, strange door suddenly cracked open a tiny gap. Through it, one could vaguely see that behind it was an extremely dark and deep world, with countless transparent shadows of indescribable shapes, and one after another bright light of different colors, which contained endless knowledge.

At this moment, Klein felt an unimaginable and irresistible suction coming from inside the door, and he was thrown over involuntarily.

Oh my! No room for consideration? Just as he was shocked, a figure passed through the gap and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

The extreme dizziness in his "head" and the nearly crazy roar gradually subsided, and Klein finally regained his self-awareness.

He saw a young man in front of him wearing a worn shirt, with black hair and brown eyes, and ordinary facial features. He was of medium height and thin, but seemed to have a lot of strength. He had a distinct scholarly air but did not look gloomy at all.

...Isn't this me? Klein was no stranger to such scenes. He encountered similar things every day when he looked in the mirror and sorted his clothes.

He nodded imperceptibly and looked around with understanding. He saw his bed covered with white sheets, the coat rack with a half-high silk top hat, a tuxedo and a thin black windbreaker hanging on it, the shelves with many books, the desk that was tidy except for a candle, and the candlelight emitting a grayish-white glow.

And now he was floating in front of the palm-sized gray circle.

So, did I really "summon" myself? It was similar to the effect of the soul leaving the body... but it seemed a little different... Klein looked at the body that belonged to him in front of him, looked at "his" empty and dazed eyes, and fell into deep thought.

However, he finally confirmed one thing, that is, the only thing that went above the gray fog was his own soul, which was the spiritual body in mysticism, and manifested externally as an astral body.

No wonder I could see the surface of the astral bodies of Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Sun directly above the gray fog, and thus determine whether they were Beyonders and roughly judge their sequences... Well, my body seemed to be protected to a certain extent, from the power of the ritual, so I could stand so steadily without losing my balance and collapsing to the ground... Miss Justice and the others should be similar... Klein slowly adapted to the current situation and began to examine the state of his body and soul.

He withdrew his gaze and tried to drive his own spirit body which was mixed with some mysterious spatial power.

Woo!

A slightly chilly wind blew up, lingering and circling in the bedroom. Klein happily savored the feeling of flying, circling around again and again.

"Within the same city, I can also play the role of a 'messenger'...but I don't know if I can carry real things..." He controlled his emotions, stopped, floated in the air, and tested other abilities.

He reached for the notebook on the bookshelf, but his hand went through it and then back out, with nowhere to put his strength.

“It feels a bit sticky, and it’s different from penetrating the air… When I become stronger, or can leverage more of the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, maybe I can do it…” Klein tried a single piece of paper again, but still couldn’t grab it.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, he flew to the coat rack, reached his blurry transparent hand into the pocket of his black windbreaker, and touched the "Sleeping Spell" and "Soul-Restoring Spell" that had been successfully reimbursed.

These items are mixed with his own spirituality. In the mysterious realm, they are somewhat different from ordinary real materials. Therefore, Klein wants to try whether he can carry them.

His palm passed through again, but he clearly felt the existence of the talisman and the spiritual fusion, but his "strength" was not strong enough to pick up the talisman. Of course, it can also be said that the spirituality of the talisman was not strong enough to resonate strongly with his current state of existence.

"My spirituality isn't strong enough..." Klein turned thoughtfully to his other pocket, which contained the "Yangyan Talisman" made by stealing the power of divine blood and mixing it with his own spirituality.

The warm feeling quickly spread throughout his body, making his body more stable and his mind clearer.

He picked up the thin gold piece and put it out of his pocket. In the newly added mirror in the room, the talisman floated out by itself, just like the description in many ghost stories.

“I can carry the Yangyan Talisman and speak directly with my spirit… Well, I have a certain level of strength in this state…” Klein flew towards the mirror and stopped in front of it. He saw only a thin piece of gold inside. Other than that, there was the furniture opposite and the dimness caused by the closed curtains.

After thinking for a few seconds, he put the "Yangyan Talisman" on the ** and returned to the mirror to try to see if he could get in.

Everything went dark before his eyes, and Klein's perspective suddenly changed. He saw all the images reflected in the mirror just now, and the things that were vaguely outlined in the dim environment. This made him feel like he was hiding in a hidden corner, peeking at half of the room.

I can really enter the mirror, but it is just an ordinary object and does not lead to any mysterious or strange world... Klein nodded slightly, rushed forward, and returned to the room.

The success of carrying the "Yangyan Talisman" gave him great confidence, so he tried to grab another item.

That's the copper whistle from Azik!

As soon as he touched this ancient and exquisite object, Klein suddenly felt his spirituality expanding and cooling.

Suddenly, his illusory eyes turned into burning flames, deep black flames.

“It seems to be a little stronger, and its state is closer to that of a resentful spirit, but without that strong resentment…” Klein’s calm mind reflected his current appearance.

This is the ability of the Joker.

"Mr. Azik's copper whistle is indeed magical." He nodded and found that he could lift a certain weight of paper, and the "Sleeping Spell" could also be used without a doubt.

Unfortunately, the ritual silver dagger can be carried, but the revolver is too heavy to be picked up... Klein ended his attempts in this regard and turned to studying whether he had the ability to cast spells in his current state.

After careful experiments, he determined that the "summoned" self had two types of spell-like abilities. One was to use an invisible roar to directly shock the target's soul, and the other was to create an effect similar to freezing through contact.

Stopping with satisfaction, Klein cast his gaze out the oriel window, toward the sunlight and street obscured by the curtains.

“I wonder if I can move around during the day in my current state…” He muttered and floated to the window.

Then, Klein carefully pulled the curtain, leaving a gap, allowing a little sunlight to penetrate the spiritual wall and shine into the bedroom.

Under this brilliant sunshine, Klein discovered that his spirit was emitting black mist, and his power was gradually fading away.

He quickly let go, allowing the curtain to block out the light again.

“No way…” Klein pondered for a moment and looked at the “Yangyan Talisman” placed on the ground.

If the power of the divine blood of the Eternal Sun is added, will it have a different effect? ​​He floated to the bottom and tried to grab the thin piece of gold.

However, as soon as he touched the target, the warm and pure feeling came into conflict with his own expanding and cold spirituality, just like water and fire cannot coexist.

Sizzle!

He dropped the gold flake in his palm as if he had been burned.

Mr. Azik's copper whistle and the "Yangyan Talisman" cannot exist in my spirit body at the same time... Klein put down the copper whistle with enlightenment, contracted his own spirituality, and extinguished the black flames in his eye sockets.

In this state, both of my spell-like abilities have become weaker... After some experiments, Klein grabbed the "Yangyan Talisman" and once again felt the stability of his spirit and the baptism of warmth.

He returned to the window and carefully opened the curtain a crack.

The sunlight came in and shone on his body, bringing only warmth but no harm.

“Not bad…” Klein smiled sincerely, penetrated the spiritual wall, and flew out of the house carefully, intending to do more experiments.