The crimson moon hung high in the sky in the darkness, illuminating Tingen, the City of Universities, which was gradually returning to its silence.
Klein stood in front of his desk, looking down at the deserted Daffodil Street through the oriel window. He heard the sound of a carriage speeding by in the distance.
He picked up the silver vine-patterned pocket watch, snapped it open, and took a look. Then, he reached out to draw the curtains, allowing the yellowish light from the gas lamp to be reflected into the bedroom.
Klein turned around unhurriedly, locked the door, and closed the valve.
The entire room was immediately enveloped in darkness. Only the faint red moonlight that passed through the curtains brought color, bringing with it the scene of the night that gave birth to many folklore.
In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife he had applied for and outlined the ball of light in his mind, entering a half-cogitation state in advance.
He gathered his energy and, according to his previous practice, allowed his spirituality to gush out through the tip of the knife. He allowed it to move with his body and miraculously blend with the environment, sealing the room.
He was guarding against any abnormal fluctuations that might occur later. He was afraid that Baansen and Melissa would be startled awake.
Following that, Klein put down the knife and took four steps counterclockwise. Each step was accompanied by an incantation from Earth.
The constant shouts and murmurs assaulted him, and the constant madness and pain overwhelmed him. He tried his best to control himself, surviving the most difficult and dangerous stage in a semi-conscious state.
The grayish-white fog was boundless, and the crimson "stars" were either near or far. The towering divine temple stood like a dead giant. Everything in front of Klein was the same as before. The silence and ancientness that had accumulated for thousands of years surged at him.
No, there are still changes! Klein muttered to himself as his gaze locked onto a crimson "star" that was nearby.
It was a star that symbolized "justice!"
The crimson "star" shrank and expanded continuously. It wasn't large, but it was persistent.
Klein carefully released his spirituality and extended it towards the crimson star.
The moment the two came into contact, his mind buzzed. He saw a blurry and distorted scene and heard an illusory and overlapping prayer.
"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 beg for your help."
"I pray for your blessing."
"I beg you to let me have a good dream."
…
"I beg you to let me have a good dream."
…
"I beg you to let me have a good dream."
…
The woman's voice echoed incessantly, and Klein's mind became agitated and chaotic. It was as if he was about to fall asleep only to hear an argument upstairs.
He suppressed his emotions and used meditation to calm his impulses. He carefully identified the blurry images that appeared in front of him.
It was a girl wearing a long white robe. She had a head of soft and beautiful blonde hair. She was standing in front of four flickering flames, her head bowed respectfully as she chanted.
From the distorted scene, Klein barely recognized Miss Justice.
At this moment, he was completely sure that the ritual incantation he had conceived could accurately point to this place, to him!
This filled him with a sense of accomplishment, and he felt that his exploration from nothing to something was very effective.
I won't brag about how amazing I am … Klein's mood improved, and he felt that the pleas that were buzzing around his ears like flies had become acceptable.
With a thought, he attempted to transmit the "answer" in his mind to the "crimson" star through the subtle connection.
"I got it."
…
The gray fog in front of him was filled with layers of gray fog, and a distorted and blurry figure stood in the deepest depths.
His eyes were swirling with crimson, and his voice kept echoing in the empty World.
"I got it."
"I got it."
"I got it."
…
Audrey Hall suddenly woke up with a start. She sat up, hugging her blanket. Her mind was filled with the scene from her dream.
She clearly knew that she had dreamed of The Fool, the mysterious Fool who lived high above the gray fog!
"Is this a response to my morning prayer?" Audrey, who had quickly entered her Spectator state, calmly analyzed the situation.
Although she didn't understand why The Fool didn't respond on the spot and had to wait until nighttime, she was still deeply shocked by the effectiveness of the ritualistic magic and the incantation.
In the past, she had never received a response from the Evernight Goddess!
Even if Mr. Fool isn't a deity, he's probably not far from it … Audrey slowly took a breath and exhaled.
Since the other party was a powerful existence that she couldn't resist, she quickly threw her worries aside and began to think about what she should do next.
"First, completely digest the Spectator potion … My acting is pretty good."
"Second, find Psychological Alchemy."
"Third, see if I can get the Telepathist potion formula from Mr. Fool, or clues to Psychological Alchemy."
"However, every god-like existence has a complete Sequence chain that belongs to them. They might not know the formulas of other Sequence pathways … A new Beyonder organization like Psychological Alchemy might not be qualified to receive Mr. Fool's attention …"
…
After disengaging from contact, Klein was in a good mood as he sat at the end of the long bronze table.
His body was shrouded in gray fog as he leaned back in his chair, clenched his fist to his mouth, and recalled and scrutinized what had happened.
At this moment, he was the only living being in the World of the gray fog. Other than that, there was silence.
"It seems that I can only send messages over, and I can't use it to mobilize the power here … Then it seems that my previous trick won't work." Klein kept tapping his mouth as he silently concluded.
His original plan was to see if he could use this method to bind himself and the gray fog World together if the designed incantation and ritual were effective, so as to pry into the power of this mysterious space.
When the time came, he could pray to himself and circumvent the restrictions, mysteries, and dangers, making full use of the gray fog World.
For example, he could first hold a ritual and pray to "himself" for the bestowment of spells. Then, he could enter the world above the gray fog and respond to the request, giving the bestowment.
"It seems that I was too optimistic … My understanding and grasp of this gray fog World is far from that level …" Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner as he prepared to leave.
At this moment, he saw the crimson "star" that symbolized The Hanging Man begin to shrink and expand. He heard an illusory and formless sound ripple out.
"I happened to run into The Hanging Man holding a ritual?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He sat at the end of the long bronze table and reached out to touch the "star."
His spirituality spread out and touched the crimson star that was constantly shrinking and expanding.
He heard The Hanged Man's deep and overlapping pleas, and he also saw a blurry scene.
In the scene, The Hanging Man was dressed in a pure black robe, standing in front of four balls of fire. The spirituality around him formed a wall, isolating him from external influences.
Klein didn't immediately respond. All he did was watch and listen quietly.
"… You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
"I pray for your help."
…
After The Hanging Man finished praying, he waited for a moment. Seeing that there was no response, he began to remove the wall of spirituality, extinguish the flames, and clean up the altar.
In the end, he reached out and wiped it. Aqueous light spread out, and the table that served as the altar immediately looked brand new.
Water-based spell … Gift of the Storm … The Hanged Man is indeed, or at the very least, a Seafarer … Klein nodded slightly. Before the scene disappeared, he sent a "response" into the crimson blob according to what he had expected.
…
Alger Wilson was in the City of Generosity, the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago.
He didn't go to the famous "Red Theater" with the crew. Instead, he stayed in the inn, closed the doors and windows, and attempted the ritual described by The Fool.
After completing the prayer with familiarity, Alger waited patiently for a while, but he didn't receive any response.
It seems like this attempt isn't very successful … Mr. Fool has to change his method … He thought, feeling both relieved and slightly disappointed.
After dealing with the aftermath, Alger planned to go downstairs and get a glass of Lanti Proof. Alcohol helped to unleash the powers of the Folk of Rage, so the Mandated Punishers of the Lord of Storms liked this "drink."
Opening the door, Alger was about to walk out when his vision blurred. He saw an illusory and boundless gray fog in the corridor. He saw a blurry figure sitting in the deepest part, as though he was sitting on a throne high above.
"I got it." A familiar and deep voice reverberated in Alger's ears, causing him to freeze on the spot as his head throbbed with pain.
Alger's eyes darkened as he looked at his surroundings, only to realize that everything was no different from before. It was still the same floorboards that creaked when stepped on, the same old candlesticks on the walls, and the same not-so-clean corridor.
I got it … The voice seemed to echo in Alger's ears.
His expression darkened as he clenched his fist and hit his chest lightly, but he couldn't say anything respectful to the Lord of Storms.
After a long silence, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his gaze deepened.
…
Above the gray fog, Klein didn't waste too much time. When the remnant voices calmed down, he enveloped himself with his spirituality and fell into the gray fog, into the physical World.
Light flashed in front of him like a movie that was fast-forwarded dozens of times. After a moment of dizziness, Klein saw the curtains illuminated by the crimson moonlight, as well as the blurry silhouette of a desk and bookshelf.
He picked up his silver knife again and removed the wall of spirituality in the room. Then, amidst a sudden gust of wind, he quietly opened the door and looked down the corridor.
Seeing that there was no movement from his brother, Baansen, and his sister, Melissa's, rooms, he finally relaxed.
This luck enhancement ritual is a must-have at home or on a trip … It's hidden and magical … Klein muttered silently as he closed the door and walked to his bed.
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