After giving instructions to the golden retriever Susie, Audrey paced back and forth for a few steps. She seemed to be still not reassured because she didn't know if anything strange would happen during today's magic ritual.

"Let's do this." Her eyes turned calm, and she observed the expected process with the attitude of a bystander, and soon made new arrangements.

Audrey locked the bedroom door and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, you squat here. If Annie and the others try to force their way in, go to the bathroom and notify me immediately."

To prevent any unexpected events, her personal maid had the key to unlock the room.

Susie glanced at her dimly and wagged her tail three times.

"Very good, I'll let you choose today's lunch!" Audrey clenched her fist and shook it gently.

After giving the instructions, she entered the bathroom and saw that the square bathtub, which was three or four meters long and wide, was already filled with clear water, white steam, and a suffocating mist.

Audrey cleaned up a rectangular table that was originally filled with bottles and jars, then returned to the outer room and brought in candles, offerings, white robes and other items.

Then she closed the bathroom door.

After doing all this, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a palm-sized light blue translucent bottle from next to the four candles.

The bottle was cylindrical, gleaming with a dreamy luster under the light. Inside was the ritual essential oil that she had distilled and extracted yesterday. As a fan of the mysticism, she had done a lot of research on similar things. She had many homemade hydrosols, flower essences, ointments, essential oils and incense at home, so she quickly made the preliminary preparations according to the Fool's description.

"A strange formula of moonflower, golden mint, deep sleep flower, golden tangerine and rock rose," Audrey muttered softly, "Well, before performing a magic ritual, you have to cleanse your body and calm your mind. This is a way to show respect to the gods, um, the object of your prayer."

Recalling the process, she placed the ritual oil on the edge of the bathtub and reached out to take off her light home clothes.

Pieces of silk fabric fell into the laundry basket. Audrey tied up her long hair, tested the water temperature with her hand, then tiptoed in, stepped carefully, and sank into the warm embrace.

"Huh" she exhaled comfortably, feeling warm all over and extremely relaxed.

I really don't want to move even a finger. Audrey forced herself to cheer up, grabbed the light blue translucent bottle next to her, and dropped a few drops of ritual essential oil into the water.

A burst of fragrance emanated, a sweet aroma hidden in the tranquility. Audrey took a few breaths and nodded with satisfaction.

"Yes, it smells good."

“It’s so relaxing, so comfortable”

"I don't want to move at all. I just want to lie there quietly."

"Peace, peace, peace, peace, peace"

After an unknown amount of time, Audrey suddenly heard the barking of dogs.

She suddenly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion, and found that Susie had opened the door and come in at some point, squatting outside the bathtub with a helpless look in her eyes.

Audrey rubbed her eyes and felt the water temperature drop a lot.

"I, I fell asleep?" she asked subconsciously.

Susie looked at her without barking or wagging her tail.

"Haha, that bottle of ritual essential oil is really effective. Yeah, really effective!" Audrey gave a dry laugh and explained cheerfully.

She stood up, took the towel, wrapped and wiped her body, and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, keep guarding and don't let Annie and the others in!"

After the big golden retriever left, she quietly stuck out her tongue, threw away the bath towel, and put on the clean white robe.

After closing the bathroom door, Audrey carefully recalled the ritual she had recorded.

She picked up four candles and placed them in the four corners of the table.

"White bread on the upper left, Feneport noodles on the upper right. They smell so good, but a little cold. No, this is not the time to think about these things! Paella on the lower left, Desi pie on the lower right." Audrey carefully arranged the altar according to the Fool's description, shaking her head twice during the process.

Getting ready, she lit the four candles one by one, picked up the silver knife, and inserted it into the pile of coarse salt.

After reciting the sanctification spell in the Hermetic language, Audrey took out the knife with gorgeous patterns and put it into the cup of water.

Gathering her spirit, she pulled out the silver "holy blade" and meditated on the scene of spirituality spreading and gushing out from the tip of the blade.

An invisible force surged outward. Audrey took the knife and walked around the altar. She felt that a spiritual wall had indeed been erected around her, excluding all uncleanness and interference.

She maintained her "audience" status, not letting the excitement and joy in her heart affect the ceremony.

Putting down the silver knife, she picked up the light blue crystal bottle and dripped a drop into each candle.

Sizzle!

The faint aroma spread continuously, and Audrey's body, mind, and spirit seemed to have found peace.

She took a deep breath, bowed her head respectfully, and recited the formal spell in Hermetic language:

"Fools who do 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."

"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."

Audrey had just finished reciting the spell and was about to meditate on the content of the prayer when she felt the wind blowing inside the sealed spiritual wall and saw the deep red stars on the back of her hand moving.

Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly half-closed her eyes, sketched calmly and asked sincerely.

When everything was over, she looked around with a little confusion, but did not find any other strange phenomena.

"Is that all?" Audrey frowned slightly and whispered.

"The Yellow and Black King who holds good luck does not belong to the fools of this era." In the captain's cabin of the "Blue Avenger", Alger Wilson, dressed in a storm robe, silently recited the three descriptions he heard in the afternoon, as if trying to find clues to the other party's identity from them.

He shook his head and stood up a little irritably, but in the end did nothing.

Alger was not too confident about the Blue Avenger, an ancient ship left over from the Tudor Dynasty. Although he had already taken control of it, he had a hunch that the ship still held many secrets, just like the Blood Emperor.

Therefore, he would use the ship to test the Fool's abilities, but would not try unknown ritual magic on the ship.

Alger pondered for a few minutes, left the captain's room, came to the deck, and said to the few crew members:

"We are about to arrive at the Rorsted Archipelago and will stay there for a day."

The crew cheered and shouted:

"Thank you, Bishop!"

Because the ghost ship does not need sailors and has very few crew members, they never have to worry about supplies and can enjoy fresh food and clean water every day. However, the day-to-day sailing and the almost unchanging scenery still make their bodies and minds feel tired, as if they are always suppressing something, enduring something, until they can no longer control it.

The Rorsted Islands are a famous colony in the Sonia Sea, with developed commerce and various industries.

"I simply don't want to wait any longer!" A "sailor" shrugged and gave a hehe laugh that all men understand.

On the public carriage heading to Zouteland Street, Klein, who was leisurely reading a newspaper, suddenly froze, as if he heard a series of illusory shouts.

The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making his forehead throb and become uncontrollable.

The call, whose content was unclear, came and went quickly. It disappeared without a trace in just ten seconds. Klein pinched his forehead, fighting against the throbbing pain coming from deep in his brain.

"The inexplicable whispers that Old Neil mentioned? The reason for the high inspiration?" Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Klein suddenly saw four black spots on the back of his right hand that had appeared at some point. They were like natural moles and were very inconspicuous.

This was due to the four black spots from the luck-changing ritual that quickly settled, turned from dark to light, and disappeared.

Klein stared at it blankly, and had another guess about what happened just now:

"Did Justice or The Hanged Man attempt the ritual magic I gave him?"

"Is my thinking really correct?"

"Those three descriptions can indeed accurately point to me through the mysterious space above the gray fog?"

"But I'm not strong enough yet, so I can't hear clearly what you are praying for. I don't know if there is any news left above the gray fog."

"Well, go in tonight and confirm it."

Klein felt a little nervous and excited. He quickly held up the newspaper to cover his face so that others would not see his changing expression.

Soon, he arrived at Zouteland Street and entered the Blackthorn Security Company.

Before he could say hello to Roxanne, Klein saw Captain Dunn Smith come out with a piece of paper with a portrait on it.

“Take a look at this internal wanted poster. A very vicious and cruel Extraordinary Person has entered Tingen.” Dunn, who was wearing a black windbreaker and no hat, glanced over here and handed over the paper.

Klein took it and looked at it. The first thing that caught his eye was the sketch.

The owner of the portrait has a round face, a friendly temperament and a bit of shyness. He is not too old, about ten years old.

"Tris, a suspected Beyonder, initially assessed to be the 'instigator' of the sequence, and the possibility of being from the 'Gnosis Society' cannot be ruled out. Eyewitnesses have confirmed that the perpetrator of the Alfalfa tragedy left Enmat Harbor and later went to Tingen. His current whereabouts are unknown."

The Tris Alfalfa was actually the work of a Beyonder? Klein suddenly remembered the dream interpretation from yesterday afternoon and Joyce Meyer's description, so he immediately said:

"Captain, I know a person involved. He may be a very important witness."

"I know Joyce Meyer. I was asked by the 'Mechanical Heart' team to help last night. I saw you in Joyce's dream, and I also confirmed from many details that Tris was the one who caused the Clover tragedy." Dunn's gray eyes were calm and he chuckled.

It's so boring, Captain. Fortunately, I had a day off yesterday, so I didn't play the role of "Fortune Teller" during work. Klein complained in his heart, feeling the fear of being caught slacking off by his boss.

He then asked:

"Which sequence path is the instigator from? What kind of organization is the Gnosis Society?"

Is instigating others to kill each other Tris's way of eliminating the hidden dangers of the potion, or is it necessary for promotion?

Dunn thought for a few seconds and said:

"It's just right. It's time for you to get access to relevant information about Beyonders and secret organizations. Don't always be ordered by Old Neil to read historical documents."

Captain, isn't the reason you recruited me just because you wanted a "history expert"? Klein didn't dare to point out the problem, and nodded seriously:

"OK."

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