"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 …" Audrey Hall silently recited the three descriptions. Her heart was suddenly in turmoil, and she could no longer maintain her Spectator state.
As a mysticism enthusiast, before she was pulled into the gray fog, although she hadn't officially come into contact with Beyonder powers, she would still exchange what she knew and what she didn't know during private gatherings with other nobles. She would learn the Hermes language used for sacrificial rituals, and she would try some rituals that others spoke of.
Without exception, none of those rituals produced any effects, but they also gave Audrey a certain understanding of the formatted incantation.
Therefore, she knew very well what The Fool's three-paragraph description meant in other rituals.
It represented and pointed at the seven deities that looked down on the entire World!
It was almost equivalent to the Lady of Crimson, the Mother of Concealment, the Empress of Misfortune and Horror!
Mr. Fool is the unknown, secretive, and god-like existence that Glaint and the others mentioned? He's the source of danger that we have to carefully avoid during the ritual? Audrey quickly recalled the sighs of her friends who wanted to try but didn't dare to try certain strange rituals. She was momentarily at a loss for words.
Alger Wilson, who knew and understood more than her, trembled from the bottom of his heart.
If the ritualistic magic designed by The Fool can really point at him and allow him to receive our request, then … then we have to use 'Him' as a form of respect. Using this third-person honorific to describe deities and similar existences …
"How lucky and wise. I've always been very cooperative and didn't do anything foolish. Even when I was probing, it was within the bounds of normal …"
"He might be an ancient, secretive, and terrifying existence, but he didn't appear before us with his original appearance and true name … The Primordial Demoness, the Hidden Sage, or the True Creator that several mysterious sects believe in?"
Alger understood that the Fool he was seeing might not necessarily be his true appearance. He might not even have a gender or be a humanoid creature.
Klein held his forehead with one hand and tapped the edge of the long bronze table with the other. He keenly sensed the changes in The Hanging Man and Justice.
But he pretended that nothing had happened, and acted as if everything was within his expectations. He continued to speak on his own.
"I beg for your help."
"I pray for your blessing."
"I beg you to let me have a good dream."
"Slumber Flower, an herb belonging to the Crimson Moon, please transfer your power to my incantation."
"Fingered citron, an herb belonging to the Sun, please transfer your power to my incantation."
…
He finished describing the incantation that belonged to another format, and smiled at the end.
"Madam, sir, do you remember?"
"Ah …" Audrey exclaimed softly. She hurriedly covered her mouth and began to seriously recall.
With the powerful memory of a Spectator, she quickly finished recording and repeated it for confirmation.
Alger, on the other hand, was much more normal than her. No matter what he thought, the pen in his hand never stopped moving.
After Klein confirmed Audrey's record, he smiled and said,
"If this attempt succeeds, then next time we can slightly modify the incantation to achieve our goal."
"No later than Wednesday. I hope that you can find time to complete this ritual."
He planned to enter again on Thursday night to confirm if the ritualistic magic was effective.
The reason why he didn't let The Hanging Man and Justice directly pray for absence was because Klein was worried that he wouldn't be able to tell if they really wanted to "apply for leave," or if it was the result of trying the ritualistic magic. Should he pull them in when the time came?
"By your will," Audrey and Alger answered respectfully, restraining their emotions.
"According to The Hanging Man's previous suggestion, we'll have a chat after the official business. Who wants to start first?" Klein gestured for them to start.
Audrey pondered for a moment and said,
"Mr. Fool, your suggestion for the selection of exams and the separation of official business and government has received the approval of many Members of Parliament. Perhaps, it can really become a reality. Of course, with the efficiency of the kingdom's government, the plan will only appear in half a year at the earliest."
She wasn't worried that The Hanging Man would use this matter to figure out her identity. This was because she had only casually said a few words to make those proud madams believe that their brilliant minds had played a role. It made them eager to show off to their husbands, their fathers, and their brothers.
At that moment, Audrey felt as though she had seen golden peacocks spreading their tails.
She believed that those madams would constantly remind themselves that the glory of this matter belonged to themselves, and they would completely forget their own role. They would argue among themselves about who was the first to suggest it.
And using such an ingenious method to change the situation of the kingdom gave Audrey a strange sense of accomplishment. It was as though she had found a way to influence the plot of a play as a "Spectator."
"I hope so," The Hanging Man Alger replied with a mocking tone.
He paused for a few seconds and glanced at The Fool sitting at the end of the long bronze table.
He deliberated over his words and said, "In recent decades, the activities of various secret organizations have been on the rise. There have even been the emergence of a few new, large-scale organizations with certain Beyonder powers."
Are you trying to find out the reason from me? I haven't even begun to come into contact with information regarding illegal organizations … Klein only smiled and didn't comment on The Hanged Man's news. Instead, he said ambiguously,
Instead, he said ambiguously, "Some ancient powers are awakening."
For example, the power represented by the Antigonus family's notebook …
"Is that so …" Alger muttered to himself, as though he had thought of something.
Klein swept his gaze across The Hanging Man and Justice.
He smiled and said, "If there's nothing else to share, let's end today's gathering here."
"By your will." Audrey and Alger stood up at the same time.
With a swipe of his finger, Klein severed his connection with the crimson stars and watched the two figures disappear from the majestic hall.
He stood up and turned to his high-back chair, which was behind the seat of honor at the long bronze table. He looked at the constellation symbol there.
The resplendent stars formed a strange symbol, a symbol that wasn't within the scope of Klein's current knowledge of mysticism.
He carefully identified it and saw the Pupil-less Eye that symbolized concealment, as well as the Contorted Lines that symbolized change. Both of them were missing a portion, and they overlapped with each other to form a new symbol.
"Incomplete concealment, incomplete change … What do they mean when added together?" Klein frowned as he muttered, temporarily unable to come up with an answer.
He retracted his gaze and circled the magnificent, ancient temple, not missing a single corner.
Back then, I just had a random thought and only gave a rough concept. I didn't describe the shape of the palace, long table, and chairs in detail … Then, what's the basis for their appearance? The most optimal choice? The initial template? Or a reflection of reality? As Klein looked at it, he suddenly thought of a problem he had previously neglected.
Sigh, I have to say that as a keyboard warrior, I'm indeed inexperienced in many matters. I'm not sharp enough, so I'm slow on the uptake … With such a self-reflection, Klein seriously examined the area above the gray fog and the surroundings of the temple. However, he didn't find any other creatures, nor did he discover anything strange.
As for the seemingly boundless illusory land even further away, he didn't dare to venture deep for fear that he would be completely lost there.
Phew, this place is indeed filled with mysteries … I wonder if there will be new changes when I become stronger … Klein sighed as he released his spirituality and enveloped himself, simulating the feeling of falling rapidly.
Everything flew by quickly as all sorts of illusions shattered. He passed through the grayish-white fog and saw the real World. He saw the desk, curtains, and coat rack in his bedroom.
...
Baekeland, Empress Borough.
Audrey saw an oil painting hanging on the wall and felt the softness of a velvet pillow.
She didn't get up immediately. Instead, she seriously recalled today's gathering, as though she was watching a reenactment of a play.
Mr. Fool said that when he tried the ritual, he gave the mysterious ruler, the King of Yellow and Black, and other descriptive incantations. His tone had a certain level of confidence … confidence … Audrey, who was silently analyzing, suddenly took a deep breath as her body trembled.
Forget it. Since I can't resist it, I won't think about it … Mr. Fool has always been very kind. He should be an existence of order … Audrey's mood quickly improved as she thought of her acting and the weakness of the potion's backlash.
She hummed a light melody, left the bed, and walked out the door. She took the initiative to adjust her state and transform into a Spectator.
When she opened the door, she saw a maid passing by. She saw the calluses on her hands, the sunburn on her face, and many other similar details. This allowed her to deduce many things.
At this moment, Audrey suddenly sensed something. She quickly turned her head to look at the dark corner that was away from the balcony.
She saw the golden retriever, Susie, squatting there, quietly observing her, just like how she was observing the maid.
Goddess … The corners of Audrey's mouth twitched. She wanted to cover her face and let out a long sigh.
…
On the Sonia Sea, in the heavily protected captain's cabin.
Alger woke up and realized that nothing had changed around him. It was as though nothing had happened.
He sighed and muttered to himself,
"An ancient existence?"
…
After leaving the ritual, Klein opened the curtains, took out his notebook, and began writing again.
He recalled the contents of Rosell The Great's diary entries. Through such records, he strengthened his impression of him so that he wouldn't forget it in the future.
After he finished writing, he read it over and over again. But in the end, he tore up the notes he had written and burned them completely.
If I do this once a week, I probably won't forget the key points … However, as time passes, the missions will become more and more difficult … What a pity, I don't have any good ideas for now. I've never learned cryptography … Klein gathered his thoughts, stretched his neck, and planned to go to the Divination Club.
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