After instructing Susie, Audrey paced back and forth, as though she was still worried. She wasn't sure if anything strange would happen with the ritualistic magic that day.
"How about this …" Her eyes turned calm as she observed the process as a bystander. Soon, she came up with a new plan.
Audrey locked the bedroom door and said to the golden retriever, "Susie, stay here.
"Susie, stay here. If Annie and the others try to force their way in, inform me immediately in the bathroom."
To prevent any accidents, her personal maid had a key that could unlock the door.
Susie looked at her and wagged her tail thrice.
"Very well, I'll let you choose what you want for lunch today!" Audrey clenched her fist and shook it gently.
After giving her instructions, she entered the bathroom and saw a square bathtub that was three to four meters long and wide. There was clear water swirling in the bathtub. White steam permeated the air, and the fog was suffocating.
Audrey cleaned up the rectangular table that was originally filled with bottles and jars. Then, she returned to the outer room and moved the candles, offerings, and white robes in.
Following that, she closed the bathroom door.
After doing all this, Audrey heaved a sigh of relief. She picked up a palm-sized translucent bottle from the side of the four candles.
The bottle was cylindrical and shimmered with a dreamy luster under the light. It contained the essential oils that she had distilled and extracted yesterday. As a mysticism enthusiast, she had done a lot of research on such things. She had a lot of dews, flower essences, balms, essential oils, and incense that she made herself at home. Therefore, she quickly followed The Fool's description and made the preliminary preparations.
"Moon flower, gold mint, slumber flower, fingered citron, and rock rose … What a strange formula …" Audrey mumbled softly. "Hmm, I have to cleanse my body and calm my mind before using ritualistic magic. This is a form of reverence to the deity, uh, the target of the prayer."
After recalling the process, she placed the essential oils on the edge of the bathtub and reached out to remove her light household clothes.
Pieces of silk floated into the washing basket. Audrey tied up her long hair and tested the water temperature with her hand. Then, she tiptoed and carefully stepped in, sinking her body into the warm embrace.
"Phew …" She exhaled comfortably. She felt warm and relaxed all over.
I really don't want to move a finger … Audrey forced herself to focus, grabbed the translucent light blue bottle beside her, and dripped a few drops of the ritual essential oil into the water.
A burst of fragrance wafted out, a fragrance hidden in the tranquility. Audrey took a few breaths and nodded in satisfaction.
"Not bad, it smells good."
"It's so relaxing, so comfortable …"
"I don't want to move at all. I really wish I could just lie here quietly …"
"Quiet, quiet, quiet … quiet … quiet …"
After an unknown amount of time, Audrey suddenly heard a dog barking.
She suddenly opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. She found that Susie had opened the door and come in. She was squatting outside the bathtub with a helpless look in her eyes.
Rubbing the corner of her eyes, Audrey felt that the temperature of the water had dropped significantly.
"I, I fell asleep?" She asked subconsciously.
Susie looked at her without barking or wagging her tail.
"Haha, that bottle of ritual essential oil is really effective. Yes, really good!" Audrey laughed dryly and explained in a cheerful tone.
She stood up and took a towel. As she wrapped and wiped her body, she said to the golden retriever, "Susie, continue guarding.
"Susie, continue to stand guard. Don't let Annie and the rest come in!"
After the golden retriever left, she secretly stuck out her tongue, threw away the towel, and put on the clean white robe.
Closing the bathroom door, Audrey seriously recalled the ritual she had recorded.
She picked up four candles and placed them at the four corners of the table.
"White bread at the top left, Feynapotter noodles at the top right. It smells so good, but it's a little cold … No, this isn't the time to be thinking about such things! Paella at the bottom left, Desi pie at the bottom right … "Audrey followed The Fool's description and set up the altar seriously, shaking her head twice.
After finishing her preparations, she lit the four candles, picked up a silver knife, and stabbed it into the stack of coarse salt.
After chanting the Hermes Sanctification Incantation, Audrey took out the knife with gorgeous patterns and placed it into a cup of water.
After gathering her energy, she pulled out the silver "holy blade" and meditated on the scene of spirituality spreading and spewing out from the tip of the knife.
An invisible force surged outwards as Audrey circled the altar with the knife in hand. She felt that there was indeed a wall of spirituality erected around her, repelling all impurities and disturbances.
She maintained her Spectator state, not allowing her excitement and joy to affect the ritual.
Putting down the silver knife, she picked up a light blue crystalline bottle and dripped a drop onto each candle.
Sizzle!
A faint fragrance emanated as Audrey's body, heart, and spirit seemed to obtain peace.
She secretly took a deep breath and lowered her head in reverence. She began chanting the official incantation in Hermes.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog.
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
"I pray for your help.
"I pray for your blessings.
"I pray for you to let me have a good dream.
"Slumber flower, a herb that belongs to the crimson moon, please transmit your strength to my incantation.
"Fingered citron, a herb that belongs to the Sun, please transmit your strength to my incantation."
…
Just as Audrey finished chanting the incantation and was about to meditate on the contents of her prayer, she felt a gust of wind within the sealed wall of spirituality. She saw the crimson star swirling on the back of her hand.
Her heart skipped a beat as she hurriedly half-closed her eyes, calmed her mind, and made a sincere request.
When everything was over, she looked around in puzzlement, but she didn't discover any other strange phenomena.
"That's it?" Audrey frowned slightly and muttered.
…
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck … The Fool that doesn't belong to this era …" In the captain's cabin of the Blue Avenger, Alger Wilson, who was dressed in a storm robe, silently recited the three descriptions he had heard in the afternoon, as though he was trying to find clues to the other party's identity.
He shook his head and got up in frustration, but in the end, he didn't do anything.
Alger wasn't at ease with the Blue Avenger, an ancient ship left behind by the Tudor Dynasty. Although he already had control over it, his intuition told him that the ship still hid many secrets, just like the Blood Emperor.
Therefore, he would use the ship to test The Fool's abilities, but he wouldn't attempt unknown ritualistic magic on the ship.
Alger pondered for a few minutes before leaving the captain's cabin. He went to the deck and said to the few crew members, "We're about to arrive at the Rorsted Archipelago.
"We're about to reach the Rorsted Archipelago and will stay there for a day."
The crew members immediately cheered and shouted,
"Thank you, Your Grace!"
Because the Specter Ship did not need sailors, there were very few crew members, so they never had to worry about supplies. They could enjoy fresh food and clean water every day. However, sailing day after day and the scenery that hardly changed made them feel physically and mentally exhausted. It was as if they were always suppressing something, enduring something, until they could no longer control it.
And the Rorsted Archipelago was a famous colony on the Sonia Sea. It had developed commerce and all kinds of industries.
"I don't want to wait anymore!" A "sailor" shrugged his waist and gave a chuckle that all men understood.
…
On the public carriage to Zouteland Street, Klein, who was leisurely reading the newspaper, was suddenly stunned. He seemed to hear illusory shouts.
That formless whisper reverberated in his mind, causing his forehead to twitch uncontrollably.
The indistinct shouts came and went quickly. In just ten seconds, they disappeared without a trace. Klein pinched his forehead, resisting the throbbing pain that came from the depths of his brain.
The inexplicable whispers that Old Neil mentioned? Is it because my spiritual perception is too high? As thoughts flashed through his mind, Klein suddenly saw four black spots protrude on the back of his right hand at some point in time. They were like natural moles that were extremely inconspicuous.
The four black spots that stemmed from the luck enhancement ritual quickly settled down, turning from dark to faint before disappearing.
Klein stared at it in a daze as he made a guess about what had just happened.
"Did Justice or The Hanged Man try the ritualistic magic I gave them?"
Was my train of thought right?
Those three descriptions can accurately point to me through the mysterious space above the gray fog?
But I'm still far from being strong enough. I can't hear the contents of the prayers … I wonder if there's any information 'left' above the gray fog …
Yes, I'll enter tonight to confirm it.
Klein was a little nervous and excited. He hurriedly raised the newspaper and covered his face, preventing others from seeing the changes in his expression.
Soon, he arrived at Zouteland Street and entered the Blackthorn Security Company.
Before he could greet Roshan, Klein saw Captain Dunn Smith come out with a piece of paper with a portrait in his hand.
"Take a look at this internal wanted notice. An extremely vicious and cruel Beyonder has entered Tingen." Dunn, who was wearing a black trench coat without a hat, swept his gaze over and handed the piece of paper over.
Klein took it and glanced at it. The first thing he saw was a sketch.
The person in the portrait had a round face. He had an amiable temperament with a tinge of shyness. He wasn't too old, only about eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Tris, suspected to be a Beyonder. Initial assessment is that he's a Sequence 8 Instigator. Possibility of him being from the Theosophy Order cannot be ruled out. The perpetrator of the Alfalfa tragedy … There are eyewitnesses who testified that he left Enmat Harbor and went to Tingen. His current whereabouts are unknown …"
Tris … Alfalfa … It was actually a Beyonder who committed the crime? Klein suddenly recalled the dream interpretation from yesterday afternoon and Joyce Meyer's description, so he immediately said, "That's right.
"Captain, I know someone who might be a very important witness."
"I know, Joyce Meyer. I was asked by the Machinery Hivemind team to help out last night, and I saw you in Joyce's dream. I also confirmed from many details that Tereese single-handedly caused the Alfalfa tragedy." Dunn's gray eyes were unperturbed as he chuckled.
How boring, Captain … Thankfully, it was my day off yesterday and I wasn't acting as a Seer during work … Klein lampooned. He had the fear of being caught slacking by his superior.
He asked,
"Which Sequence pathway is Instigator from? What kind of organization is the Theosophy Association? "
Was instigating others to kill each other a way for Tris to eliminate the hidden dangers of the magic potion, or was it a requirement for advancement?
Dunn thought for a few seconds.
It's time for you to come into contact with information regarding Beyonders and secret organizations. Don't always be instructed by Old Neil to read historical documents. "
Captain, didn't you recruit me because you wanted a 'history expert'? Klein didn't dare to point out the problem.
"Alright."
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