Just as Klein put on his double-breasted frock coat, picked up his half top hat, and walked towards the door, he suddenly heard an illusory prayer.
Who is it? He frowned slightly and listened attentively, but he could only confirm that the supplicant was a woman. Furthermore, her voice was staccato, as though it contained immense pain.
Thinking that there wasn't anything particularly urgent, the newly advanced Magician Klein casually threw the half top hat back onto the coat rack. He then returned to his bedroom, took four steps counterclockwise, and entered the majestic palace.
This time, he didn't see any of the illusory stars expanding and contracting with crimson light, but at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, beside The Fool's seat, there was a clear brilliance rippling outwards.
A prayer from someone who isn't a member of Tarot … Xio, or that lady with slightly curly brown hair? Klein had a guess as he sat in his seat.
As he had already emptied the money in his anonymous account, he didn't suspect that anyone was trying to steal his wealth.
Leaning back slightly, Klein tapped with his left hand, emanating his spirituality as he touched the rippling halo of light.
The scene around him suddenly changed. He saw an overturned coffee table, a tilted sofa, books and papers strewn all over the floor, and a brown-haired lady who looked like she was on her deathbed.
At the same time, Klein clearly heard the other party's prayer.
"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 …
"Save me, save me …"
"Save me?" From the looks of it, she looks like she's losing control. Her hair is growing longer at a discernible speed, and the stratum corneum of her skin is already covered in a layer of evil white light. How can I save her … Klein carefully observed for a few seconds and muttered to himself in a rather difficult position.
At that moment, he recognized a faint, illusory, and indistinct ravings from the lady's pained pleas.
Yes, ravings!
This was similar to the terrifying ravings before entering the gray fog, but it didn't feel crazy or evil at all, nor did it contain any obvious malice.
From the looks of it, the reason why this lady is close to losing control is because she heard the ravings … If she doesn't hear it, will she be able to calm down and get better? In thought, Klein extended his hand towards the rippling halo.
Immediately following that, he allowed his spirituality to surge out and establish a stable and mysterious connection.
After advancing to become a Magician, his spirituality had become a lot more abundant, so the burden on him in this regard had decreased significantly.
…
Fors's head became more and more muddled. She felt her thoughts were like boiling water, constantly bubbling, trying to break through the shackles of her head.
"Am I going to die soon … I don't want to, I don't want to become a monster …" Just as this thought flashed through her mind sorrowfully, the pain drowned her like a tidal wave.
Suddenly, she became clear-headed. The pain, agitation, madness, and despair that she had felt before didn't exist at all. It was just an illusion.
Did he get through today so quickly? Didn't the Blood Moon last for a longer period of time? Fors opened her eyes in puzzlement. She saw that beneath her was an endless grayish-white fog, and in front of her was an ancient, mottled bronze table.
Where is this? She looked around in surprise and saw towering stone pillars, as well as a towering palace propped up by the stone pillars.
Right on the heels of that, she discovered that at the end of the long bronze table, there was a mysterious and abnormal figure shrouded in thick gray fog that seemed to be overlooking everything.
What is this place? Who is he? Fors warily raised the question in her heart again.
Immediately, she recalled what she had just done!
Under extreme pain, she recited the mysterious incantation that Xio had found in "History of the Rouen Kingdom's Aristocracy." It was a mysterious incantation that seemed to point to an evil spirit!
No, it's not just an evil spirit! He can actually temporarily free me from the effects of those terrifying ravings … Furthermore, he pulled me into this strange World … This … Fors suppressed the fear in her heart and got up halfway to bow.
"May I know who you are …"
At that moment, she suddenly recalled the exact contents of the incantation.
She blurted out, "You're The Fool! Uh, Sir. "
"You're His Excellency The Fool?"
Klein smiled and nodded.
"You can just call me Mr. Fool."
As he spoke, he discovered that behind the chair Fors was sitting on, the symbol and mysterious patterns formed by the resplendent stars were rapidly changing.
In just a second or two, the outline of a door with layers upon layers was formed. It was a door formed by countless illusory figures of the same kind!
"Door"? When Klein saw the symbol, he instantly thought of the Mr. Door mentioned in Rosell's diary.
During the full moon, the other party would approach the real World and cry for help!
Could the ravings have something to do with Mr. Door? Hmm … Today is the night of the Blood Moon, an enhanced version of the full moon … This lady corresponds to Door, and the symbol behind Miss Xio's seat is similar to the Sword of Judgment … Klein nodded indiscernibly.
With this, he confirmed one thing. Once a stable connection was established, and the other party was a Beyonder, the symbol behind the corresponding seat would change according to the other party's actual situation. It wasn't necessary to join the Tarot and regularly come above the gray fog.
At this moment, Fors's heart was in turmoil.
The Fool … As expected of The Fool … That honorific name indeed points to a powerful existence!
What is he going to do? Will he make me use my soul to make a transaction?
Heh, at least, at least this is better than losing control in those terrifying ravings … I've managed to keep my life. No matter what happens in the future, it's equivalent to making a profit …
Amidst her thoughts, she suddenly heard Mr. Fool ask with a smile,
"Every time there's a full moon, you'll hear murmurs from somewhere?"
How does he know? Fors looked over in surprise and replied in a daze, "Yes.
Yes. "
Before she could finish her sentence, she suddenly thought of a possibility and blurted out a question.
"You, you know the origin of the ravings? Do you know who is harming me? Do you know how to solve this problem? "
It's a pitiful wretch lost in the darkness and trapped in a storm … Klein originally planned on replying with words that could portray his image, but after some thought, he felt that he couldn't be certain that the ravings the lady in front of him had heard came from Mr. Door.
In order not to make any mistakes and not to embarrass himself in the future, he ignored the other party's question and smiled vaguely.
"He doesn't necessarily want to hurt you. Maybe he's just asking you for help."
Therefore, the ravings were not malicious, crazy, or evil.
"Ask me for help? But the ravings made me get closer and closer to losing control. If you hadn't helped me, I might have become a monster by now, "Fors asked in disbelief.
Klein smiled.
"That's because you're too fragile."
"I'm too weak?" Fors was stunned and confused.
Klein briefly explained, "Your life's natural order is far inferior to the other party's.
"Your level of life is too far apart from him. Perhaps, his normal breathing will bring about a storm that can tear you into pieces. Perhaps, with just a glance from him, you will die on the spot."
"Of course, if he deliberately controls his strength, it's not impossible for him to communicate with you normally. However, his voice might have to pass through layers of obstacles to reach your ears. Deliberate control often means that the call for help will fail. Heh heh, I mean, let's say that he's calling for help."
The difference in life's natural order is too great … Just a glance from him will cause me to die on the spot … Fors was taken aback when she heard that.
After a long while, she squeezed out a smile and said, "This reminds me of a saying."
"Do not look directly at God …"
Klein smiled at her and didn't give a direct answer.
Could it be that the terrifying ravings really come from an existence that's close to the level of a deity? Mr. Fool can help me eliminate the influence brought about by the other party, and he has been discussing this matter in a rather calm tone … Does this mean that he's on the same level of life as that existence? The more Fors thought about it, the more shocked she became. Her body couldn't help but tremble.
Klein waited for a few seconds before asking, "How long will the ravings last during every full moon?"
"How long will the ravings last during every full moon?"
"Three to five minutes. If it's the night of the Blood Moon, it will exceed seven minutes," Fors reined in her thoughts and answered honestly.
Upon hearing this, Klein increasingly felt that the owner of the ravings was Mr. Door.
He temporarily put this matter aside and said with a smile, "In a few minutes, you can return."
He smiled and said, "You can return in a few minutes."
"There's only one solution to the problem, and that is to raise your life's natural order."
Fors hesitated for a moment before saying, "There's only one way to resolve the problem.
"Every time I see a full moon, may I recite your name?"
"I-I'll be your devout believer!"
"No, there's no need." Klein shook his head with a smile. "But I don't mind helping you in passing."
"Thank you so much!" Although Fors suspected that she was making a deal with an evil god, she didn't want to experience the same painful "nightmare" as before.
After confirming this matter, she relaxed a lot. She noticed that there were still many seats around the long bronze table, so she asked tentatively,
"Mr. Fool, you seem to have other people who frequent this place?"
'No, maybe it's not necessarily a human …' Fors silently added.
Klein smiled in a relaxed manner.
"It's a few people who are similar to you. I've pulled them here for various reasons."
"They hope that I can hold regular gatherings to trade recipes, materials, information, and missions."
"I promised them."
Hearing this, Fors's heart palpitated. Thinking that she had already fallen for it, she boldly asked,
"Mr. Fool, can I join this gathering?"
"Sure. Every Monday, 3 pm. Eliminate the interference." Klein smiled and pointed at the cards that suddenly appeared on the surface of the long bronze table. "They've decided to use the names of the tarot cards as their code names. You can pick one yourself. The ones below already have an owner, so you can't choose …"
Fors nodded. She shuffled and cut the deck with great interest.
She mumbled, "Let fate arrange my title …"
Soon, she pulled out a card and looked at it.
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