The next day, early Monday morning.

Klein, who was on his day off, did not go out. Instead, he handed the letter to his mentor Cohen Quentin and the excess stamp fee to Melissa, and asked his sister to deliver it to the post office near Tingen Technical School.

After breakfast, he leisurely made up for the sleep he had missed during his "work" period. He didn't get up again until his stomach rumbled near noon.

After heating up last night’s leftovers and eating a loaf of oatmeal bread, Klein took a newspaper and went into the bathroom in the washroom on the second floor.

Whenever this happened, he couldn't help but sigh that he didn't have a cell phone.

Seven or eight minutes later, he came out refreshed, washed his hands, went back to the bedroom and locked the door.

Then, Klein drew the curtains, lit the gas lamp, meditated for half an hour, practiced clairvoyance, pendulum, and divination rod for half an hour, and reviewed mystical knowledge by recalling it for an hour.

After finishing these things, he tore the waste newspaper into dozens of balls, wrote the names of materials such as "moon flower candle" and "full moon essential oil" on them, and simulated the process of ritual magic step by step to master the details. Before he became truly proficient and learned more, he did not intend to try ritual magic rashly, because that would waste materials and easily bring danger.

Over and over again, Klein picked up the silver pocket watch with vine patterns, opened it and took a look, and found that the time was just past two forty-five.

He thought for a few seconds, took the waste newspapers to the kitchen on the first floor and burned them, while adjusting himself to prepare for the Tarot party.

After locking the bedroom door again, Klein did not wait for three o'clock to arrive, but planned to enter the gray fog ahead of time.

He wants to take this opportunity to explore the place thoroughly!

Just as Klein stood in an empty space in the room and was about to start walking counterclockwise, he suddenly thought of something instead of worrying about whether Justice and The Hanged Man had entered a suitable environment and whether they would be disturbed or discovered by others:

He said that he wanted to find a way to allow "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" to "take leave" in advance and miss the party if they really couldn't get away or encountered some other situation.

For Klein in the past, this was an almost unsolvable problem. He couldn't just manually build an instant communication network for another world, and the wired telegraph method would expose himself.

And now, he suddenly found inspiration from ritual magic:

"Ritual magic that relies on external forces is all about praying for help from different beings. Similar spells will definitely have clear directions at the beginning, such as the God of Night, the Lord of Crimson, or descriptions of unknown and secret beings."

"Then can I modify the spell so that the description at the beginning points to me?"

"Point to me"

"This way, even if 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man' are performing their rituals in a foreign country, I will be able to obtain the corresponding information."

Klein's spirits suddenly perked up, and he began to analyze the feasibility of this method:

"There are two difficulties. First, I am not a High-Sequence Personnel who is powerful enough. Even if the description of the spell does point to me, it is unlikely that I will receive the 'request'."

"Second, how can I ensure that the description of the spell can accurately point to me, and ensure that it will not go off the mark and hit another unknown entity that meets the description. That would bring great danger."

Klein paced back and forth, pondering possible solutions.

With silent steps, he turned around and around, naturally connecting this incident with the mysterious world above the gray fog.

"Just because I can't receive the 'request' doesn't mean that the gray fog is useless. The combination of it and the crimson star can directly 'pull' people into space, regardless of distance."

“You can consider associating me with that mysterious space when making a directional description.”

"According to this line of reasoning, although I cannot receive the 'request' immediately when the other party performs the ceremony, as long as I enter the gray fog, I can see the corresponding information."

"To put it simply, it is the difference between QQ's online and offline messages."

The more Klein thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt that this idea was worth a try.

"Well, what description can accurately point to me and that gray foggy world?" He began to think about the specific details.

In fact, he had a spell that would definitely work, and that was the pure Ruenese transliteration of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", but the problem was that it would cause him to lose control over the gray fog and his dominant position, so he had to rule it out.

"'The Fool from Another World'? No, this is precise enough. There is almost no other existence that meets the requirements, but it will expose my biggest secret." Klein thought of one spell after another, but he denied them all.

After seven or eight minutes, he finally finalized the first directional description in the spell:

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

This was obviously not accurate enough, so Klein quickly added another paragraph:

"The mysterious master above the gray fog."

The combination of the two can almost confine it to him, and bind the gray fog to himself.

"Not even close. It's possible that there are multiple spaces and multiple masters above the gray fog. It's possible that this description points to the spiritual world." Klein frowned, planning to add another layer of insurance.

Well, he thought about it for a full minute and finally came up with the last description:

"The Yellow and Black King who controls good luck!"

This is an approximate free translation of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Shangdi". If it is only used, it is very likely to go astray and cause unknown dangers. However, with the previous two limitations and the example of relying on similar spells to enter the gray fog, the object of description can be completely locked.

Klein didn't know if performing the ritual magic according to these three descriptions would be effective, but he was sure that it would not attract the attention of other beings and would not put Justice and the Hanged Man in danger.

Klein let out a long breath and silently recited the spell he had prepared:

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

He nodded imperceptibly, took out the watch from his pocket and checked the time.

"It's two fifty-eight." Klein didn't think any more, put away his pocket watch, and entered into meditation. Accompanied by a spell, he walked four steps counterclockwise and formed a square.

The most violent noise and the most heart-stirring screams rang out again, and he felt a headache even more unbearable than the one he had experienced after taking the "Fortune Teller" potion.

This is different from the severe pain of a pierced head. It is a kind of bloating pain that makes people manic, lose their minds, and become confused.

Crane controlled himself in a meditative way, trying not to listen.

The murmurs and whispers receded like the tide; his body grew lighter, his spirit grew lighter, and everything became vague.

Endless gray fog appeared in his sight, and the crimson stars, some far and some near, looked like eyes.

Above the gray fog, the palace that looks like a giant's residence still stands, as if it has existed here for millions of years.

Klein's mind just moved, and his figure disappeared from the spot, sitting at the head of the long bronze table with twenty-two high-backed chairs.

"The ritual has indeed fixed its effect." He whispered, tapping his brows and letting the gray mist envelope him, thicker than before. According to the description of The Hanged Man, if Justice becomes a spectator, it would be best not to show your behavior in front of her.

There was no time to investigate. Klein stretched out his right hand and created an invisible connection to communicate with the two familiar crimson stars.

On the raging deep blue Sonia Sea, an ancient sailing ship sails with the wind.

Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's cabin and asked the ghost ship to provide the highest level of protection.

The pocket watch in front of him was spread out, next to the brass sextant, ticking away, not cheerfully enough, but rather nervously.

As soon as the hour, minute, and second hands pointed to the correct position, a ball of deep red burst out in front of Alger Wilson's eyes, ignoring layer after layer of protection.

Alas, his sigh echoed in the captain's room.

Backlund, Queens.

Audrey Hall leaned against the velvet pillow and looked at the yellow-brown paper in her hand again. Her gem-like eyes seemed to hide two slowly rotating whirlpools of the soul.

Her eyes were calm and cold, as if she was waiting for a drama to begin.

A crimson crimson erupted, and she looked down at herself as she was engulfed.

Above the gray fog, in the grand palace, the long bronze table looks mottled and ancient.

As soon as Audrey Hall's figure appeared, Klein, who had already activated his clairvoyance, looked over. As expected, he saw that the colors deep in the other person's aura had blended into one, becoming pure and tranquil, like a lake that clearly reflected everything.

She had indeed become a Beyonder. Just as Klein was about to look away, he suddenly discovered that the high-back chair belonging to Miss Justice had changed.

The bright stars on the back of the chair moved rapidly, forming an illusory constellation that did not belong to reality.

In Klein's eyes, this constellation is so familiar because it is a symbol in mysticism.

The symbol that represents the "dragon"!

Audience Dragon Klein controlled himself and did not shake his head. He looked at the high-backed chair of The Hanged Man inquiringly.

Normally, from his angle of vision, he would definitely not be able to see the back of the chair, but this was his home ground, and everything was presented according to his will.

The constellation behind the seat did not change, but Klein, who had already entered the realm of mysticism, was no longer as ignorant as before and recognized it as the symbol of "storm."

Sailor Sea Descendant Storm That's fine The color of the Hanged Man's aura is much purer He was promoted? By the way, what is the symbol behind my seat?

Klein resisted the urge and, as before, tapped the edge of the long table three times with his fingers. He smiled and said:

"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are now a Beyonder."

Can he see it directly? Audrey was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said:

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Fool, thank you Mr. Hanged Man."

"Faster than I thought." Alger Wilson said frankly.

Klein didn't continue the topic. He tapped his brows and said with a smile:

"Ma'am, sir, have you found Roselle's diary?"