Klein had just put on a double-breasted frock coat, picked up a half-high silk hat, and walked towards the door when he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers.

Who? He frowned slightly and listened carefully, but he could only confirm that the person praying was a woman, and her voice was intermittent, as if she was in great pain.

Thinking that there was nothing particularly urgent, the newly promoted "magician" Klein threw the half-high silk hat back onto the coat rack without error, then returned to the bedroom, walked four steps in the opposite direction, and entered the majestic palace.

This time, he did not see any illusory star expanding and contracting its crimson light, but at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, beside the Fool's chair, clear light was spreading in circles.

"The one who is not a member of the Tarot Club, the one who is asking for forgiveness, or the lady with slightly curly brown hair?" Klein guessed and sat down in his seat.

Because he had emptied the anonymous account, he did not suspect that anyone was trying to steal his wealth.

Leaning back slightly, Klein pointed with his left hand, spreading his spirituality and touching the circle of light that was rippling.

The scene around him changed suddenly. He saw an overturned coffee table, a tilted sofa, books and papers all over the floor, and a brown-haired lady who seemed to be struggling to death.

At the same time, Klein heard the other party's request clearly:

"You don't belong to this era, you fool"

"Above the gray fog, the mysterious ruler"

"Hold, good luck, the king of yellow and black"

"Save me, save me"

"Save me?" She looked like she was out of control. Her hair was growing longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the stratum corneum of her skin was covered with an evil white glow. How could I possibly save her? Klein observed her carefully for several seconds and said to himself in embarrassment.

At this moment, he distinguished a faint, unreal, and indistinct mumbling from the lady's painful plea.

Yes, babble!

This was similar to the terrifying mutterings heard before entering the gray fog, but it didn't feel crazy or evil at all, and it didn't contain any obvious malice.

"It seems that this lady is close to losing control because of the whispers she heard. If she stops hearing them, will she be able to calm down and get better?" Klein thoughtfully extended his hand toward the rippling light circle.

Then, he allowed his spirituality to flow out wildly, establishing a solid, mysterious connection.

After being promoted to "Magician", his spirituality became much more abundant, and the burden in this regard was correspondingly reduced a lot.

Fors's mind became increasingly confused. She felt as if her thoughts were like boiling water, constantly bubbling and trying to break through the restraints on her head.

"Am I dying? I don't want to turn into a monster." As soon as this thought flashed sadly through her mind, she was overwhelmed by a tide of pain.

Suddenly, she woke up. The pain, irritability, madness and despair that had penetrated her bones before seemed to have never existed at all. It was just an illusion.

Did you make it through today so quickly? Aren't there always extensions during blood moons? Fors opened his eyes, which he had just closed unconsciously, in confusion. He saw endless gray-white fog below him and an old, mottled bronze table in front of him.

Where is this? She looked around in astonishment and saw towering stone pillars and the majestic palace supported by them.

Then, she discovered that at the top of the long bronze table, there was a mysterious and unusual figure wrapped in thick gray fog, seemingly overlooking everything.

Where is this place? Who is he? Fors asked this question again in his mind with caution.

Immediately, she remembered what she had just done!

In extreme pain, she recited the mysterious spell that Xio had found in the history of the nobility of the Kingdom of Loen. It seemed that the spell was directed at a certain evil spirit!

No, it's not just an evil spirit! He was able to temporarily free me from the invasion of the terrible whispers and drag me into this strange world. Fors suppressed the fear in his heart, half stood up, bowed, and said:

"Excuse me, who are you?"

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the specific content of the spell and blurted out:

"You are a fool! Um, sir."

"Are you Mr. Fool?"

Klein smiled and nodded:

"Just call me Mr. Fool."

As he spoke, he noticed that behind the chair where Fors was sitting, the symbolic symbols and mysterious patterns formed by the bright stars were changing rapidly.

In just one or two seconds, a door with layers of interior was outlined there, a door made up of countless illusory ones overlapping each other!

"Door"? When Klein saw this symbol, he immediately thought of Mr. "Door" mentioned in Russell's diary.

The other party will approach the real world during the full moon and cry for help!

Could it be that the mumbling just now was related to Mr. Door? Well, today is the night of the blood moon, which is an enhanced version of the full moon. This lady corresponds to the "door", and the symbol behind the seat of the previous Miss Xiu is similar to the "Sword of Judgment". Klein nodded slightly.

He confirmed one thing: once a stable connection is established and the other party is an Extraordinary Person, the symbol behind the corresponding seat will change according to the other party's actual situation. It is not necessary to join the Tarot Club and come to the Gray Mist regularly.

At this time, Fors' heart was filled with turmoil:

The Fool is indeed a Fool. That honorable name indeed points to a powerful being!

What is he going to do? Is he going to let me trade my soul?

Oh, at least, at least this is better than losing control in that terrible muttering. I can be considered to have saved my life. No matter what happens next, it is equal to gaining.

While she was lost in thought, she suddenly heard Mr. Fool ask with a smile:

"Every time there is a full moon, you hear whispers coming from somewhere?"

How did he know? Fors looked at him in astonishment and answered blankly:

"Yes."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of a possibility and asked:

"You, you, do you know the origin of that mumbling? Do you know who is harming me? Do you know how to solve this problem once and for all?"

That was a poor creature lost in darkness and trapped in a storm. Klein had intended to answer with words that would shape his image, but after thinking about it, he felt that he could not be sure that the mumbling that the lady heard was indeed from Mr. Door.

In order to avoid mistakes and to avoid embarrassment in the future, he ignored the other party's question and smiled vaguely:

"He may not want to hurt you. Maybe he is just asking you for help."

Therefore, delirium does not contain malice, madness, or evil.

“Ask me for help? But the mumbling made me lose control more and more. If you hadn’t helped me, I might have turned into a monster now.” Fors asked in disbelief.

Klein smiled and said:

"That's because you're too fragile."

"Am I too fragile?" Fors was stunned and confused.

Klein briefly explained:

"Your life level is too far behind his. Maybe, just his normal breathing will cause a storm that will tear you into pieces. Maybe, just a glance at you will kill you on the spot."

"Of course, if he deliberately controls his own power, it's not impossible for him to communicate with you normally. However, his voice may have to pass through layers of obstacles before reaching your ears. Deliberate control often means failure to call for help. Haha, I mean, assuming he is calling for help."

The difference in life levels is too great. If you look at me, I will die on the spot. Fors was stunned for a long time before he forced a smile and said:

“This reminds me of a saying.”

“Do Not Look Directly at God”

Klein looked at her with a smile but did not give a direct answer.

Could it be that the horrible whispers really came from a being close to a god? Mr. Fool could help me eliminate the influence of the other party, and he always talked about this matter in a rather calm tone. Does this mean that he and that being are at the same level of life? The more Fors thought about it, the more shocked he became, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Klein waited for a few seconds and asked:

"How long does the mumbling last every time the full moon comes?"

"Three to five minutes. If it's a blood moon night, it will be more than seven minutes." Fors collected his thoughts and answered honestly.

Hearing this, Klein felt more and more that the owner of the mumbling was Mr. Door.

He put the matter aside for the moment and said with a smile:

"In a few minutes, you'll be able to go."

"There is only one solution to the problem, and that is to elevate your own life level."

Fors hesitated and said:

"Whenever the moon is full, may I chant your name?"

"I, I will be your devout believer!"

“No, I don’t need that.” Klein smiled and shook his head. “But I don’t mind helping you.”

“Thank you so much!” Although Fors suspected that she was making a deal with the evil god, she never wanted to experience the same painful “nightmare” as before again.

After confirming this matter, she relaxed a lot. Noticing that there were still many seats around the long bronze table, she tentatively asked:

"Mr. Fool, it seems like there are other people who come here frequently?"

No, maybe it’s not necessarily a human, Fors added silently.

Klein smiled lightly and said:

"They are a few people who are similar to you. I pulled them in here for various reasons."

"They hope that I can hold regular gatherings to trade recipes, buy and sell materials, exchange information, and entrust tasks."

"I promised them."

Fors' heart beat fast when she heard this. Thinking that she had already fallen into this trap, she boldly asked:

"Mr. Fool, can I join this party?"

"Okay, every Monday at 3pm, eliminate distractions." Klein smiled and pointed at the cards that suddenly appeared on the surface of the long bronze table. "They decided to use the names of tarot cards as their code names. You can pick one. The following ones already have owners, so you can't choose one."

Fors nodded, shuffling and cutting the cards with interest, while muttering:

"Let fate decide my title"

Soon, she drew a card, glanced at it and said:

"magician!"