The crimson moon high in the sky hung quietly in the darkness, illuminating the "university city" Tingen which was gradually falling into silence.
Klein stood in front of his desk, looking down at the deserted Daffodil Street through the oriel window. He heard a carriage passing by in the distance at a fast but quiet speed.
He picked up the silver pocket watch with a vine pattern, clicked it open, took a look, then reached out to draw the curtains together to let the yellowish light of the gas lamp reflect more into the bedroom.
Klein turned around at a leisurely pace, locked the door, and closed the valve.
The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, with only a little reddish moonlight shining through the curtains bringing color, bringing about the late night scene that gave birth to many folk stories.
In such an environment, Klein took out a small silver knife that he had requested, sketched a ball of light in his mind, and entered a semi-meditative state in advance.
He gathered his spirit, and according to his previous practice, he let the spirituality gush out from the tip of the knife, and let it move with him, combining miraculously with the environment and sealing the room.
He was on guard against possible abnormal fluctuations, fearing that Benson and Melissa would be awakened by them.
Then, Klein put down the knife and took four steps counterclockwise, each step accompanied by a spell from Earth.
Faced with the constant screams and whispers, the constant madness and pain, he tried his best to control himself and survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a nearly semi-conscious state.
The gray fog was endless, the crimson "stars" were near and far, and the towering temple stood like a dead giant. Everything in front of Klein was the same as before. The silence and antiquity accumulated over thousands and tens of thousands of years came to his face.
No, there are still changes! Klein muttered to himself, his eyes fixed on a crimson "star" nearby.
That is the star that symbolizes "justice"!
The deep red color of this "star" kept shrinking and expanding, not much, but persistently.
Klein carefully spread his spiritual power and spread it toward the deep red.
As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, and he saw a blurry and distorted picture and heard an illusory and overlapping prayer:
"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."
"I pray that you will let me have a good dream."
"I pray that you will let me have a good dream."
The female voices kept echoing back and forth, interweaving one after another. Klein's mind became irritated and confused, just like when he was about to fall asleep, he heard an argument upstairs, with people pounding the table and hitting the floor.
He suppressed his emotions, used meditation to calm his impulses, and carefully identified the blurry images that appeared before his eyes.
It was a girl in a white robe with soft and shiny golden hair. She was standing in front of four flickering flames, bowing her head respectfully and chanting continuously.
From the distorted image, Klein barely recognized that this was Miss Justice.
At this point, he was completely sure that the ritual spell he had conceived could accurately point here, to himself!
This made him feel very fulfilled and he felt that his exploration from scratch was very effective.
I won't brag about how great I am. Klein's mood improved, and he felt that the prayers that were hovering around his ears like flies had become acceptable.
His heart moved, and he tried to pass the "answer" in his mind to the "deep red" star through that subtle connection:
"I see."
There was layer upon layer of gray fog in front of me, and a distorted and blurry figure stood in the deepest part.
There was a deep red color flowing in the places of his eyes, and his voice kept echoing in the empty world:
"I see."
"I see."
"I see."
Audrey Hall suddenly woke up and sat up, her mind filled with the scenes she had just dreamed of.
She knew clearly that she had dreamed of the Fool, the mysterious Fool who stood high above the gray fog!
"Is this a response to my early morning prayer?" Audrey, who quickly entered the "audience" state, analyzed calmly.
Although she didn't understand why the Fool didn't respond on the spot and had to wait until night, she was still deeply shocked by the effectiveness of the ritual magic and the fact that those spells really worked.
She had prayed to the Goddess of Night in the past, but never received a response!
Even if Mr. Fool is not a god yet, he should be pretty close. Audrey took a breath slowly and exhaled slowly.
Since the other party was a powerful being that could not be resisted, she quickly put aside some of her worries and began to think about what to do next:
"First, thoroughly digest the 'audience' potion. My 'acting' is pretty good."
"Second, find the Psychological Alchemy Society."
"Third, see if we can get the recipe for the Mind Reader potion from Mr. Fool, or any clues about the Psychological Alchemy Society."
"However, each god-like being has its own complete sequence chain, and may not know the formulas of other sequence pathways. A new extraordinary organization like the Psychological Alchemy Society may not be qualified to receive Mr. Fool's attention."
After breaking contact, Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table in a good mood.
He was shrouded in gray mist. He leaned back in his chair, pressed his fists against his mouth, and recalled and examined what had just happened.
At this moment, he was the only living being in this gray foggy world, and everything else was silent.
"It seems that I can only transmit information, but I can't use it to mobilize the power here. It seems that my previous trick is not feasible." Klein kept smacking his lips and silently summed up.
His original plan was that if the designed spells and rituals were effective, he would try to use this method to bind himself to the gray fog world and thereby leverage the power of this mysterious space.
By then, he could pray to himself, thereby bypassing restrictions, mysteries and dangers and making better use of the gray fog world.
For example, he could first hold a ceremony and pray to "himself" for the grant of magic, then go above the gray fog and respond to the prayer and grant the gift.
"It seems that I am still thinking too much. My understanding and mastery of this gray fog world is far from that level." Klein shook his head and laughed at himself, preparing to leave.
At this moment, he saw the deep red "star" symbolizing the "Hanged Man" also began to shrink and expand, and heard illusory and invisible sounds spreading out in circles.
"Just happened to encounter the Hanged Man's ceremony?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He sat at the head of the long bronze table and pointed his hand at the "star".
The spirituality spread out and touched the crimson that was constantly shrinking and expanding.
He heard the Hanged Man's low and repeated prayers and saw blurry images.
In the picture, the "Hanged Man" is wearing a pure black robe and standing in front of four balls of fire. The spirituality around him forms a wall, separating him from external influences.
Klein didn't respond immediately. He just watched and listened quietly.
"You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."
"I beg for your help."
After the Hanged Man finished praying, he waited for a moment, and seeing no response, he began to remove the spiritual wall, extinguish the flames, and clean up the altar.
At the end, he stretched out his hand and wiped it, water light filled the air, and the table that served as the altar immediately looked brand new.
"The gift of the water spell storm, 'The Hanged Man', is indeed, at least 'Navigator'." Klein nodded slightly, and before the picture disappeared, he transmitted the "response" into the crimson ball in the expected way.
Alger Wilson is in the City of Generosity, the capital of the Rhodes Archipelago.
He did not go to the famous "Red Theater" here with the crew, but stayed in the hotel, closed the doors and windows, and tried the ritual described by the Fool.
After completing the prayer skillfully, Alger waited patiently for a while, but received no response.
“It seems that this attempt is not very successful. Mr. Fool has to try another method.” He thought with a feeling of relief and slight disappointment.
After dealing with the aftermath, Alger planned to go downstairs to get a glass of "Relanche" - alcohol helps to unleash the abilities of the "Raging People", so the "Storm Lord's" Punishers all like this "drink" very much.
After opening the door, Alger was about to walk out when his vision suddenly blurred. He saw an illusory and boundless gray fog above the corridor and a blurry figure sitting in the deepest part, as if he was sitting on a throne high above.
"I understand." The familiar and deep voice echoed in Alger's ears invisibly, making him freeze in place, with a slight pain in his head.
Alger's eyes suddenly darkened, and he looked around again, only to find that everything was the same as before. The floor still creaked when he stepped on it, the wall candlesticks were still old, and the corridor was still not very clean.
I knew that there seemed to be a voice echoing in Alger's ears.
His face darkened and he tapped his chest with his fist, but he was unable to utter any respectful words to the Lord of Storms.
After a long silence, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his eyes became a little deeper.
Klein did not delay too long above the gray fog. When all the remaining sounds had calmed down, he wrapped himself in spirituality and fell into the gray fog, into the material world.
The light and shadows flashed rapidly before his eyes, like a movie scene played dozens of times faster. After a dizzy spell, Klein saw curtains shining with crimson moonlight, and the vague outlines of a desk and bookshelf.
He picked up the silver knife again and removed the spiritual wall of the room, then quietly opened the door in a sudden gust of wind and looked into the corridor.
Seeing that there was no movement in his brother Benson's and sister Melissa's rooms, he completely relaxed.
"This 'Lucky Change Ritual' is a must-have for home and travel. It's both hidden and magical." Klein whispered silently, closed the door again, and walked towards the bed.
His "mission" tomorrow is to go to the underground trading market for extraordinary items with Old Neil.