The hazy grayish-white fog lingered eternally, and the dark red illusory stars hung in the distance. Klein sat in the magnificent palace that looked like a giant's residence, quietly looking at the familiar scene in front of him.
After a few seconds, he retracted his gaze and made a piece of yellowish-brown goatskin appear in front of him. Then, he wrote down the summoning ritual that he had modified.
"Light a candle to symbolize yourself."
"Use a wall of spirituality to create a holy environment."
"Drip Full Moon Essential Oil, Chamomile Extract, Slumber Flower Powder, and other ingredients into the candle flame (Note: You don't need to be too particular about this step because you are summoning yourself)."
"Recite the following incantation:"
"I! (Ancient Hermes, Jotun, Dragonese, and Elvish. Must be shouted softly)
"I summon in my name (Hermes):"
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."
…
After scrutinizing it three times, Klein wrote a divination statement at the bottom.
"It's dangerous to carry out the ritual in the outside world."
Phew. He exhaled, put down his fountain pen, removed the silver chain from his sleeve, and held it with his left hand.
When the topaz pendant floated above the goatskin and was just a step away from touching the divination statement, he reined in his thoughts and entered Cogitation.
"It's dangerous to carry out the ritual in the outside world."
"It's dangerous to carry out the ritual in the outside world."
…
After reciting it seven times, Klein opened his almost completely black eyes and saw the topaz pendant spinning counterclockwise.
This meant that there was no danger!
"I can give it a try." Klein hurriedly made the conjured item in front of him disappear. He extended his spirituality to envelop himself and simulated the feeling of falling rapidly.
After returning to his bedroom, as he had sealed the entire room with a wall of spirituality, Klein immediately cleared his desk and placed a mint-scented candle in the middle.
He pressed his right hand on the candle's wick and used his spirituality to rub against it, igniting it.
Under the flickering yellow light, Klein dripped the corresponding essential oil, extract, and herbal powder into the flame.
A tranquil and leisurely fragrance instantly filled the air as the room alternated between light and darkness.
Taking two steps back, Klein looked at the candle that symbolized him and shouted in Jotun, "That's right.
"I!"
Following that, he switched to Hermes.
"I summon in my name:"
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the flickering dim candlelight and the tranquil fragrance around him fuse into a whirlpool, crazily absorbing his own spirituality.
"Slumber Flower that belongs to the crimson moon, please transmit your strength to my incantation …" Klein endured the discomfort of having his spirituality extracted and finished reciting the incantation.
At this moment, he saw that the candle flame had stopped swaying and was standing there quietly. It was dyed with a greyish white luster and stretched to the size of a palm.
He then, he of gray, "I" and "God. and. and, and, and, and," I, white, and.., "and," of, he "," God., "he" God.
"He paused for more than ten seconds, took four steps counterclockwise, and arrived above the gray fog again. He saw that there were rippling ripples of light at the end of the long ancient table.
This came from the strange symbol that corresponded to the back of the high-back chair — a strange symbol formed from the Pupil-less Eye, which symbolized secrecy, and the contorted lines that symbolized change.
All Klein did was reach out his hand to touch it when he immediately heard "Me! I summon in my name, "" The Fool that doesn't belong to this era, "" the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, "and other incantations. He saw the surging spirituality and rippling ripples of light fuse, forming an illusory, unformed door.
The door swayed as if it wanted to open. Klein immediately had an inspiration, and he had a strong urge to push it open.
Almost instantly, the boundless gray fog and the magnificent palace were suddenly pulled by something, producing invisible ripples.
The ripples came one after another, surging towards the illusory, unformed door.
However, no matter how hard Klein pushed, the door couldn't be opened. All the commotion eventually returned to silence.
"Is it because the Door of Summoning isn't fully formed?" Klein retracted his thoughts and frowned as he analyzed the reason for his failure.
He had casually named the illusory door "Door of Summoning."
"Yes, it's because my spirituality isn't enough. I'm unable to construct a complete Door of Summoning … When I advance to Sequence 8 and become a Clown, I'll be able to pass the initial dangerous stage. I can then try again. Perhaps, there won't be any problems then …" Klein nodded gently, having a general idea of what was going on.
This experiment gave him great confidence and encouragement. This was because, other than the divination of the Eternal Blazing Sun, this was the first time he had caused the mysterious space above the gray fog to have a different reaction!
"One day, I'll figure out all the secrets here!" Klein made an excited declaration in his heart as he descended into the boundless gray fog while being enveloped by his spirituality.
…
Returning to his bedroom, Klein quickly extinguished the candles and ended the ritual. Then, he tidied up his desk and removed the wall of spirituality.
Amidst the sudden gust of wind, he yawned and fell into bed. Just as he wrapped himself in the blanket, he fell asleep.
In a hazy and fragmented dream, Klein suddenly woke up. He realized that he was sitting in the living room at home, holding a copy of the Tingen City Honest Paper in his hand.
… Captain isn't here again, right? He was stunned at first, but then he looked out the oriel window, amused and annoyed.
With a creak, the door opened. Dressed in a black trench coat, Dunn walked in slowly with a cane and a pipe in hand.
He was still wearing his halved top hat and had the same deep gray eyes.
Dunn came to the living room and sat on the single-seater sofa. He leisurely crossed his right leg over his left.
He put down his cane, took off his hat, and leaned back. He looked at Klein in silence, as though he was thinking.
Captain, what do you want to do today … Klein was at a loss.
In order not to expose the fact that he knew that it was a dream, he pretended not to be affected and continued reading the newspaper.
One minute, two minutes, five minutes. He looked up at Dunn and realized that the Captain was still looking at him in silence, as though he was thinking.
Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes. Klein flipped through the newspaper a few times. From the corner of his eye, he saw Dunn looking at him in silence, as though he was thinking.
Captain, you're making me very uncomfortable … Klein couldn't sit still. He folded the newspaper and placed it to the side. He smiled and nodded at Dunn. Then, he went to the kitchen to get a rag and pretended to wipe the dining table and coffee table.
Captain, look, my dream is so simple, ordinary, and boring. There's nothing worth observing. Hurry up and leave! Why don't you turn into a ghost, and I'll pretend to be frightened so that you can complete your Nightmare achievement! He prayed silently, but when he looked up, he saw Dunn's deep, gray eyes that seemed to be thinking.
Under such a silent, unchanging gaze, Klein wiped the furniture and cleaned the room. He was exhausted in his dream.
And what made him most tired was Dunn Smith, who had been looking at him quietly, as though he was thinking.
He didn't know how long he had been busy, but he finally saw the Captain put down his right leg and stand up. Then, he picked up his cane, put on his hat, and walked to the door.
Klein held his breath and watched Dunn leave his house.
He couldn't help but raise his right hand and make a gesture of goodbye.
Phew … When everything returned to normal, Klein let out a long breath.
That was really a nightmare! He wanted to cry, but no tears came out.
…
Baekeland, West End, Philip's Department Store.
This was the most high-end department store in the Kingdom of Rouen. It was only open to nobles and rich people with membership.
There were always luxury carriages parked outside, with different emblems on them. In addition to being a shopping mecca, this place had also become a well-known social venue because of the strict restrictions on personnel.
Audrey, with her maid Annie and the golden retriever Susie, got off the carriage and entered the door under the attentive attentions of the attendants.
Along the way, she would occasionally see viscountesses, countesses, or young girls whose parents were of prominent status.
She maintained an elegant posture and used standard but not stiff etiquette to greet them one by one. She used different entry points to briefly communicate with different nobles. For example, when facing a countess, she had to praise how well-fitting her new dress was. When exchanging greetings with a baroness, she had to say how outstanding her husband's performance in the House of Lords was.
In the past, Audrey never did this well enough. She was too willful and self-centered. But now, she didn't even need to spend much effort to deal with it perfectly.
In the eyes of the "spectator," the emotions and thoughts of most of the noble women seemed to be written on their faces.
When she arrived on the second floor, Audrey turned towards a shop that sold ready-made clothes.
The attendant in the shop was a young and short girl. She wore a black and white dress and had a head of stubborn blonde hair that reached her shoulders. She was none other than Arbitrator Xio Derecha.
Audrey gave Susie a look without any change in her expression. She instantly understood what she meant and happily ran to another counter.
Annie had no choice but to quickly follow and attempt to pull Susie back.
Well done! Audrey praised inwardly as she walked to Xio Derecha's side and pretended to look at the different styles of dresses.
"… Why did you arrange to meet me here?" Xio asked softly as she introduced the items loudly.
Her voice was very young, just like a child's.
"Where's the original attendant?" Audrey asked instead of answering.
Xio observed her surroundings and said, "I convinced her. She's very happy to rest for the morning."
Audrey looked at the different styles of dresses and took out a folded piece of paper from her goatskin handbag. She secretly handed it to Xio.
"Rear Admiral Hurricane Zillinges has secretly infiltrated Baekeland. This is his portrait. I hope that you can help me find him. Yes, don't alarm him."
Xio took the piece of paper and quickly unfurled it to take a look. She discovered that it was a lifelike sketch of a man in his thirties with a unique wide chin.
I'm often praised by my teacher when it comes to drawing … Audrey glanced at Xio and raised her head slightly.
She added,
"The kingdom's bounty on Zillinges is 10,000 pounds. If he's really captured, even the person who provides clues will definitely be rewarded with a few hundred pounds."
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