"The fool who does not belong to this era... the mysterious ruler above the gray fog... the yellow and black king who controls good luck..." Audrey Hall silently recited these three descriptions, and her heart suddenly surged with strong winds and huge waves. She could no longer maintain the state of "audience".

As a lover of the occult, although she had not formally come into contact with extraordinary powers before being pulled into this gray fog, when she met privately with like-minded nobles, they would still exchange information they knew, whether true or false, learn the Hermetic language used for sacrifices, and try some rituals mentioned by others.

All those rituals had no effect, but they also gave Audrey a certain understanding of formatted spells.

Therefore, she knew exactly what the three-part description the Fool had said represented in other rituals:

That represents, that points to, seven gods who look down on the entire world!

It is almost equivalent to "Lord of Crimson, Mother of Secrets, Queen of Disaster and Terror"!

Is Mr. Fool the unknown, secret, powerful god-like being that Greylint and the others mentioned? Is he the source of danger that must be carefully avoided in the ritual? Audrey quickly recalled the sighs of her friends when they wanted to try but didn't dare to try certain strange rituals, and she was speechless for a moment.

Alger Wilson, who knew more than her, trembled from the bottom of his heart:

"If the ritual magic designed by the Fool can really point to him and allow him to receive our request, then, we must use the honorific "He" to describe gods and similar beings, using this third-person honorific term..."

"How lucky I am! I am wise enough. I have been very cooperative and have not done anything stupid. Even when I tried, it was within the normal range..."

"Maybe he is some ancient, secret, terrifying being, but he has not appeared before us with his original appearance and real name... the original witch, the hidden sage, or the true creator believed in by several mysterious sects?"

Alger understood that the Fool he saw now might not be his true image, and he might not even have a gender or be a humanoid creature.

Klein held his forehead with one hand and tapped the edge of the bronze table with the other. He keenly noticed the changes in The Hanged Man and Justice.

But he pretended nothing had happened, and said that everything was as expected, and continued to speak:

"I beg 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 on your power to my spell."

"O tangerine, herb of the sun, please pass on your power to my spell."

…

He described the spell in another format sentence by sentence, and finally said with a smile:

"Ma'am, sir, remember?"

"Ah..." Audrey cried out softly, quickly covered her mouth, and began to recall carefully.

Relying on the "audience's" powerful memory, she quickly recorded everything and repeated it aloud for confirmation.

Alger behaved much more normally than her. No matter what he thought, the pen in his hand never stopped writing.

After Klein confirmed Audrey's record, he smiled and said:

"If this attempt is successful, then next time we can modify the spell slightly to achieve our desired goal."

"No later than Wednesday. I hope you can find some free time to complete this ritual."

He planned to enter again Thursday night to confirm whether the ritual magic was effective.

——The reason why he didn’t let The Hanged Man and Justice directly pray for “absence” was because Klein was worried that he wouldn’t be able to tell whether they really wanted to “take a leave” or whether it was the result of trying ritual magic. At that time, would he pull the trigger or not?

"Follow your will." Audrey and Alger restrained their emotions and answered respectfully.

“According to the Hanged Man’s last suggestion, after the business, there will be a chat phase. Who wants to start first?” Klein gestured for invitation.

Audrey hesitated for a moment and said:

“Mr. Fool, your last suggestion of examination screening and separation of affairs and government affairs has been recognized by many members of parliament. Perhaps it is possible for it to become a reality. Of course, with the efficiency of the royal government, the plan may not appear until half a year at the earliest.”

She was not worried that the Hanged Man would find out her identity based on this incident, because she just made a few casual remarks by chance, and made those proud ladies think that their excellent brains had played a role, making them eager to show off to their husbands, their fathers, and their brothers.

At that moment, Audrey felt like she saw golden peacocks spreading their tails.

She was sure that the ladies would constantly suggest to themselves that they would take the credit for the matter, completely forgetting their own role, and arguing among themselves about who had brought it up first.

Changing the situation in the kingdom in this clever way gave Audrey a strange sense of accomplishment, as if she had found a way for the "audience" to influence the plot of the drama.

"I hope so." Alger, the Hanged Man, replied sarcastically.

He paused for a few seconds, glanced at the Fool at the head of the bronze table, and said carefully:

"In recent decades, the number of activities of various secret organizations has been increasing, and even several new, large-scale organizations with certain extraordinary power have emerged."

Are you trying to find out the reason from me? I haven't even started to read the information about the "illegal organization" yet... Klein just smiled and didn't comment on the news about the "Hanged Man". Instead, he said ambiguously:

"Some ancient power is awakening."

For example, the power represented by the Antigonus family notes...

"Really..." Alger muttered to himself, as if he had thought of something.

Klein glanced at The Hanged Man and Justice, and said with a smile:

"If there is nothing else to share, let's end today's meeting here."

"Follow your will." Audrey and Alger stood up at the same time.

Klein slid his fingers, severing the connection with the crimson star, and watched the two figures disappear into the towering hall.

He stood up and turned to the back of his high-back chair, which was the top seat at the long bronze table, and looked at the constellation symbols there.

The bright stars formed a strange symbol, a symbol that was beyond Klein's current knowledge of mysticism.

He examined it carefully and saw the "eye without pupil" which symbolized secrecy, and the "twisted line" which symbolized change. Both were missing a part, and they overlapped to form a new symbol.

"Incomplete secrets, incomplete changes... what do they mean when added together?" Klein frowned and whispered, unable to come up with an answer for the time being.

He withdrew his gaze and walked around the magnificent, ancient temple, not missing any corner.

"I just thought about it casually at the beginning and only gave a rough concept. I didn't describe the shapes of the palace, the long table, and the chairs in detail... Then what are their appearances based on? Optimal selection? Initial template? Or reality mapping?" As Klein read on, he suddenly thought of a question that he had overlooked before.

Sigh, I have to admit that as a keyboard expert, I am indeed inexperienced and not sharp enough in many things, so I am slow to realize things... With such self-examination, Klein carefully checked the area above the gray fog and around the temple, but he did not find any other creatures, nor did he discover any other weirdness.

As for the seemingly endless and unreal place further away, he did not dare to go deeper for the time being, for fear of being completely lost there.

“Huh, this place is indeed full of mysteries… When I become stronger, I wonder if there will be any new changes…” Klein sighed, unfolded his spirituality, wrapped himself, and simulated the feeling of falling rapidly.

Everything passed by quickly, and all kinds of illusions shattered. He penetrated the gray fog and saw the real world, the desk, curtains and clothes rack in his bedroom.

…………

Backlund, Queens.

Audrey saw the paintings on the wall and felt the softness of the velvet pillows.

She did not stand up immediately, but instead carefully recalled today's party, as if she was watching a re-enactment of a play.

“Mr. Fool said that when he tried the ritual, when he gave descriptive spells such as Mysterious Overlord and King of Yellow and Black, his tone was confident... confident...” Audrey, who was silently analyzing, suddenly took a breath and her body trembled slightly.

Forget it, since we can't fight him, let's not even think about it... Mr. Fool has always behaved very kindly, he should be a lawful being... Audrey's mood quickly improved, thinking about her own role and the weak backlash of the potion.

She hummed a cheerful tune, left the bed, walked toward the door, and took the initiative to adjust her state, transforming herself into an "audience".

After opening the door, she saw the maid passing by, the calluses on her hands, the sun spots on her face, and many similar details, which allowed her to deduce a lot of things.

At this moment, Audrey suddenly sensed something and quickly turned her head to look at the dark corner away from the balcony.

She saw the golden retriever Susie squatting there, quietly observing her, just as she was observing her maid.

Goddess... Audrey's mouth twitched. She wanted to cover her face and sighed deeply.

…………

In the heavily protected captain's cabin on the Sonia Sea.

Alger woke up and found that nothing had changed around him, as if nothing had happened.

He sighed and said to himself:

"An ancient being?"

…………

Klein left the ceremony, opened the curtains, took out his notebook, and began writing again.

He recalled the contents of several diaries of Emperor Roselle, and through such records, he strengthened his impression to avoid forgetting in the future.

After writing, he read it over and over again, but in the end he tore up the notes he had written and burned them.

If I do this once a week, I shouldn't forget the key points... However, as time goes by, the tasks will become more and more arduous... It's a pity that there is no other good solution for now. I haven't learned cryptography... Klein gathered his thoughts, stretched his cervical spine, and planned to go out to the Divination Club.

——Different people have different standards for what constitutes a "fortune teller," and no one can say that others are definitely wrong. Therefore, Klein is not sure what kind of "fortune teller" best meets the needs of the "potion," and can only calibrate and determine it through repeated practice!