Cherwood Borough, 15 Minsk Street.
Having eaten his fill, Klein sat in a reclining chair in the activity room. Beside him was a fireplace burning with charcoal.
In an environment that was as warm as early summer, he wore a white shirt, a black vest, and thin trousers. He unfolded the newspaper with both hands and flipped to the page with the most advertisements.
"A new form of transportation that is in urgent need of investment. Details to be discussed in person …" Klein recited it twice, reached out to pick up a pencil from the dark red round table beside him, and circled the piece of news.
If there weren't any commissions tomorrow or the day after, he planned on seeing if this so-called new form of transportation had any investment value.
Such matters couldn't be divined in advance because he lacked sufficient information.
I hope it's a product similar to a bicycle … Just as Klein muttered to himself, his ears suddenly echoed with layers of illusory pleas.
Who? Miss Justice? Mr. The Hanging Man? Classmate Sun? Or an employee at the Baekeland Bank who copied my password? A thought flashed through Klein's mind as he put down the newspaper, returned to his bedroom, and locked the door.
He took four steps counterclockwise and went above the gray fog. He saw the edge of the long, ancient, mottled bronze table, beside The Fool's seat. There was a clear brilliance rippling outwards.
The experienced Klein sat down calmly, emanated his spirituality, and touched the ripples of light in response to the pleas.
The scene in front of his eyes suddenly changed, revealing a blurry sofa. On it was a petite woman in a trainee knight's attire.
She didn't copy the password … She's looking at a piece of paper … Klein suddenly came to a realization as he figured out the reason for the matter.
She should be one of the two Beyonders that Miss Justice mentioned that I need to examine …
After pondering for more than ten seconds, Klein didn't give a real response. He planned on taking this step in the middle of the night and then examine her character and ability from her reaction, attitude, and handling of matters.
Of course, he would never force anyone to join the Tarot.
…
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …" Xio, who had just finished reciting the ancient Hermes sentence, was stunned for a few seconds. She straightened her back and sat up straight.
This seemed to be the honorific name of a certain hidden existence! She realized this in horror.
Her general knowledge of mysticism and the various rumors she had heard told her:
Once one recited the complete honorific name of a hidden existence, it often meant that one had attracted the attention of the other party!
The consequences of such a gaze would most likely not be good, and it might even be miserable!
Many of those hidden existences were the incarnations of evil gods and devils!
Furthermore, I recited it in unprotected ancient Hermes … I'm so silly. Why did I try to identify it and recite it seriously … Xio looked around in horror, afraid that an indescribable monster would suddenly appear in the quiet house.
The sofa, the coffee table, the cupboard, the dining table, the chairs, the oil paintings, and other items were all reflected in her eyes. Nothing had changed.
After nearly a minute of vigilance, Xio relaxed a little and consoled herself.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I just said the honorific name and didn't follow up with the prayer incantation."
"This is an incomplete ceremony, so it shouldn't attract attention."
"Besides, there's a high chance that the name was translated by the owner of the paper based on Rosell The Great's special symbols. It might not be correct."
"B-but I heard that if an evil god or devil is interested, they'll give a response even if the ceremony isn't complete … I'm so silly, really …" As she thought about it, Xio's face turned sullen again. She felt that she had made a serious mistake.
After waiting for a few minutes without a clear response, Xio puffed up her cheeks and slowly exhaled.
She placed the piece of paper back into the "History of the Rouen Kingdom's Aristocracy" book and entered the bathroom with a heavy heart. She turned on the tap, planning on using cold water to clear her head.
Hualala!
Nearly transparent water flowed down as Xio lowered her back, reached out her palms, and scooped up some of it.
She was just about to smear the cold water on her face when she suddenly saw a head of long, slightly curly brown hair in the mirror from the corner of her eye.
And she herself had shoulder-length, messy yellow hair.
Suddenly, Xio's hair stood on end.
She exerted strength in her feet, pushed herself up with both hands, and suddenly bounced backwards. She turned her body halfway and struck out with her elbow.
Pa!
She leaned against a warm body, causing the other party to let out a familiar scream before falling to the ground.
Xio stopped her subsequent actions and looked at her friend who was hugging her stomach, rolling in pain with tears in her eyes.
The corners of her mouth twitched subconsciously.
"Fors, when did you come back?"
Fors didn't immediately answer. After a while, she slowly stood up with her hands against the wall and grumbled, "I just … just came back.
"I just, just came back. Xio, are you crazy? You attacked without even taking a good look! You were so heavy-handed! "
"Where did you come in from?" Xio asked awkwardly.
"I came in through the bathroom's window. Why, is there a problem? As an Apprentice, it's normal not to bring a key, "Fors replied boldly.
Xio immediately straightened her back and pushed all the blame back to her.
"Then why didn't you use the door? You really scared me just now! "
Fors blinked and said, "That way, I would have to circle around.
It's too troublesome. I'm used to walking in a straight line. "
She paused and asked in puzzlement, "But, Xio, isn't your reaction a little too intense?"
Xio struggled between losing her face and her life for three seconds before answering honestly, "Because … because I made a mistake, a fatal mistake."
"What mistake?" Fors rubbed her stomach as she asked in confusion and concern.
Xio hurriedly recounted how she had discovered the book's cover, found an old piece of paper, and accidentally read the ancient Hermes incantation that seemed to be the honorific name of a hidden existence.
Xio hurriedly recounted how she had found an old piece of paper in the middle of the book's cover. She had accidentally read the ancient Hermes incantation that was suspected to be the honorific name of a certain hidden existence on it.
"W-where's your brain? It should be fine. The ritual isn't complete, and who knows if it's real or fake … "Fors looked around and felt a baffling chill.
She followed Xio back to the living room and saw the yellowed piece of paper. She saw Rosell's special symbol and the ancient Hermes text on it.
With a glance, the professional mysticism researcher, Fors nodded slightly.
"It's not one of those evil gods, devils, or hidden existences that I know of. It shouldn't be a problem."
"Besides, nothing has happened up to now. It means that it should be fine."
Seeing Xio relax, she thought of the pain in her stomach and "maliciously" added,
Xio's face turned pale as she blurted out, "Of course, if something were to happen, we wouldn't be able to save ourselves with our abilities."
Xio's face turned pale as she blurted out,
"Fors, let's sleep together tonight. Forget it, I'll sleep alone …"
Fors pricked up her eyebrows and chuckled. "Alright, actually, there's no need to worry. Think about it, I hear strange ravings every full moon, but there aren't any signs of madness or loss of control."
"Hmm … Let's study the other three books. If they have the same piece of paper and incantation, it means that it's very likely Viscount Glaint's prank."
The two hurriedly flipped through Heraldry and other books and seriously checked them, but they didn't discover anything else.
Xio looked at Fors, and Fors looked at Xio. The atmosphere turned heavy again.
"Or should we sneak into Saint Samuel Cathedral's Mass hall to sleep tonight?" Xio suggested on a whim.
This was the headquarters of the Church of the Evernight Goddess in the Baekeland diocese.
"Why not Saint Hierländ Cathedral? I don't think the Evernight Goddess will protect me … "Fors subconsciously replied.
It was the headquarters of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery in the Baekeland diocese. It was in St. George Borough, adjacent to many large factories in the southeast.
The two ladies, who had different faiths, fell silent again. After a while, Fors sighed.
"Besides, that will make us the target of the Nighthawks or the Machinery Hivemind. This might be the goal of that hidden existence."
"Alright, go to sleep. We'll know the answer tomorrow morning. If nothing happens by then, it means that there's really no problem."
…
In the middle of the night, the not-so-full crimson moon was obscured by dark clouds, and there were very few bright stars in the sky of Baekeland.
Klein instinctively woke up, got out of bed, and went above the gray fog.
Sitting in the high-back chair that belonged to The Fool, he prepared to respond to Miss Justice's companion and let the matter enter the "examination process."
At that moment, he suddenly had a new idea.
Perhaps I can try pulling someone above the gray fog under such circumstances!
That lady should be asleep. Even if my attempt succeeds, she'll probably think that it's just a relatively clear dream … Hmm … If I succeed, I'll cut it off in time, preventing her from seeing her surroundings clearly …
After repeatedly deliberating for a while, Klein reached out and tapped the rippling halo of light to establish a connection.
Suddenly, he felt his spirituality surge out, causing the mysterious space above the gray fog to tremble slightly.
Just as Klein thought that his spirituality would be completely drained, everything calmed down. A blurry and distorted figure appeared at the edge of the long bronze table.
Xio opened her eyes sleepily and saw the endless gray fog, an ancient high-back chair, and a black figure looking down at her.
Klein was delighted, and he immediately cut off the connection according to his plan.
The blurry, petite figure disappeared, but in the grayish-white fog was an illusory crimson star.
When Klein saw this scene, he confirmed one thing. As long as someone chanted his name, he could pull them above the gray fog, and the crimson star was a symbol of establishing a stable connection.
But there are certain limitations. With my current strength, I can at most establish another connection … Hmm … According to my experience just now, my current spirituality level can at most pull in a Beyonder one Sequence higher than me, and it might not be possible. It's just a preliminary judgment. It shouldn't be a problem for someone of the same Sequence or lower than me … Klein thought in satisfaction.
He didn't need to give another response. His attempt was enough.
…
With a whoosh, Xio sat up in her sleep.
She had been worried about the latent dangers of chanting the honorific name, and not long after she fell asleep, she dreamed of a mysterious space. She dreamed of a gray fog figure looking down at her from above.
The dream was so clear that it scared Xio.
She looked at Fors, who was sleeping soundly beside her, and trembled as she thought:
Is it a nightmare caused by fear, or is it because of the gaze of a secret existence that haunts me?
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