The next day, Monday morning.
Klein, who was on his day off, didn't go out. Instead, he handed the letter to his mentor, Cohen Quentin, and the excess postage fee to Melissa. He entrusted her to deliver it to the post office near Tingen Technical School.
After breakfast, he leisurely made up for the sleep he had lost during his "work" period. He only got out of bed when his stomach growled at noon.
After heating up the leftovers from last night and eating a loaf of oatmeal bread, Klein took a newspaper and entered the bathroom on the second floor.
At times like this, he couldn't help but sigh at the lack of a cell phone.
Seven or eight minutes later, he came out feeling refreshed. He washed his hands, returned to his bedroom, and locked the door.
Following that, Klein drew the curtains, lit the gas lamp, and did half an hour of Cogitation. He practiced his Spirit Vision, Spirit Pendulum, and Dowsing Rod for half an hour. He then used his memory to review his mysticism knowledge for an hour.
After doing all this, he tore the old newspaper into a dozen or so pieces and wrote the names of ingredients such as "Moon Flower Candle" and "Full Moon Essence Oil." He then simulated the process of ritualistic magic step by step to grasp the details. Before he was truly proficient and learned more, he didn't plan on trying ritualistic magic rashly. It would be a waste of ingredients and could easily attract danger.
Over and over again, Klein picked up the silver pocket watch with a vine-patterned pattern and opened it to take a look. He realized that it was just past 2: 45.
He thought for a few seconds and took the old newspaper to the kitchen on the first floor to burn it. He used it to adjust his condition in preparation for the Tarot Gathering.
After locking the bedroom door again, Klein didn't wait for three o 'clock. He planned on entering the world above the gray fog early.
He wanted to take this opportunity to investigate that place!
Just as Klein stood in an empty spot in the room and was about to begin walking counterclockwise, he suddenly thought of something. He was worried about whether Justice and The Hanging Man had entered a suitable environment, and whether they would be disturbed or discovered.
He had said that he would think of a way to allow Justice and The Hanging Man to "apply for leave" in advance and miss the gathering if they really couldn't get away, or if they encountered some other situation.
For the Klein of the past, this was an almost unsolvable problem. He couldn't just manually set up a Different World's Instant Communication Network, and the wired telegraph method would expose himself.
And now, he found inspiration from ritualistic magic.
"Ritualistic magic that relies on external forces usually requires the help of different existences. Similar incantations will definitely have a clear direction at the beginning, such as the God of Night, the Lady of Crimson, or a description of those unknown and hidden existences."
"Then can I change the incantation so that the description at the beginning points to me?"
"Point at me …"
"This way, even if Justice and The Hanging Man hold a ritual in a foreign country, I will still be able to obtain the corresponding information."
Klein suddenly perked up and began to analyze the feasibility of this method.
"There are two difficulties. First, I'm not a powerful High-Sequence Beyonder. Even if the incantation's description points to me, it's unlikely that I'll receive the 'request.'"
"Secondly, how do I make sure that the description of the incantation will accurately point to me? How do I make sure that I won't go astray and hit an unknown existence that matches the description? That would be extremely dangerous."
Klein paced back and forth as he pondered over the possible solutions.
His footsteps were silent as he circled again and again. He naturally associated this matter with the mysterious World above the gray fog.
"Just because I can't receive the 'request,' doesn't mean that the gray fog can't. The combination of it and the crimson star can directly 'pull' a person into space, regardless of distance."
"You can consider tying me to that mysterious space when you're describing it in a directional manner …"
"According to this line of reasoning, although I can't immediately receive the 'request' when the other party holds the ritual, I'll be able to see the corresponding information as long as I enter the world above the gray fog."
"Simply put, it's the difference between online and offline messages on QQ."
The more Klein thought about it, the more excited he became. He felt that this line of thinking was worth a try.
"Hmm, then what description should I use to accurately point to me, to point to the World above the gray fog?" He began to consider the specific details.
In fact, he had an incantation that could definitely succeed. It was the pure Rouen phonetic translation of "The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings." However, the problem was that it would cause him to lose control of the world above the gray fog. He would lose his dominant position, so he could only eliminate it.
"… The Fool from an Alternate World? No, that's accurate enough. There's almost no other existence that fits the criteria, but it will expose my greatest secret … "Klein thought of incantations one after another, but he rejected them all.
Seven or eight minutes later, he finally finalized the first paragraph of the incantation.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era."
This was obviously not accurate enough, so Klein quickly added another paragraph.
"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog."
The combination of the two would almost be able to restrict it to him, and it would also tie the gray fog to him.
"Just a little more. I can't eliminate the possibility that there are many spaces above the gray fog and many rulers. I can't eliminate the possibility that this description points to the spirit world …" Klein frowned and planned on adding another layer of insurance.
Hmm … He considered for a full minute and finally came up with the final description:
"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck!"
This was an approximate translation of "The Emperor of Heaven and Earth for Blessings." If it was just him alone, it was very likely that he would go astray and provoke unknown dangerous existences. However, with the first two restrictions, and with his previous experience of entering the world above the gray fog using similar incantations, the target of the description could be completely locked in.
Klein didn't know if the ritualistic magic would be effective if he followed the three descriptions, but he was certain that it wouldn't attract the attention of other existences. It wouldn't put Justice and The Hanging Man in danger.
Klein let out a long breath and silently recited the incantation he had thought of.
"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 …"
He nodded indiscernibly and took out the pocket watch from his pocket to confirm the time.
It's two fifty-eight … Klein didn't think any further. He put away the pocket watch and entered Cogitation. Accompanied by the incantation, he took four steps counterclockwise and formed a square.
The loudest noise and the most soul-stirring screams sounded again. He felt a headache that was even more unbearable than when he consumed the Seer potion.
This was different from the excruciating pain of having his head pierced through. It was a swelling pain that made him irritable, irrational, and confused.
Klein used Cogitation to control himself and tried his best not to listen.
The murmurs and murmurs receded like the tide. His body became lighter, and so did his spirituality. Everything became ethereal.
The boundless gray fog appeared in his sight, and the crimson stars were near and far, like eyes.
Above the gray fog, the towering palace that looked like the residence of a giant still stood there, as though it had existed there for millions of years.
With just a thought, Klein's figure disappeared and he sat at the seat of honor at the long bronze table with twenty-two high-back chairs.
The ritual's effects have indeed been fixed … he muttered and tapped his glabella, allowing the grayish-white fog to envelop him. It was thicker than before. According to The Hanging Man's description, if Justice became a Spectator, then it was best not to expose his actions in front of her.
Without time to investigate, Klein stretched out his right hand and formed an invisible connection to communicate with the two familiar crimson stars.
…
On the dark blue Sonia Sea, an ancient sailboat sailed with the wind.
Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's cabin, allowing the ghost ship to provide him with the highest level of protection.
The pocket watch in front of him was spread open beside the brass sextant. It was ticking, not joyful, but nervous.
Just as the hour, minute, and second hands pointed to the correct position, a crimson blob exploded in front of Alger Wilson's eyes, ignoring the layers of protection.
Sigh … His sigh echoed in the captain's cabin.
…
Baekeland, Empress Borough.
Audrey Hall leaned against the velvet pillow and looked at the yellowish-brown paper in her hand again. Her gem-like eyes seemed to hide two slowly spinning soul vortexes.
Her gaze was calm and cold, as if she was waiting for a play to unfold.
The crimson exploded, and she "watched" herself being engulfed in a condescending manner.
…
Above the gray fog, in the grand palace, the long bronze table was mottled and ancient.
As soon as Audrey Hall's figure appeared, Klein, who had already activated his Spirit Vision, looked over. Without surprise, he saw that the colors in the depths of her aura had blended into one, becoming pure and tranquil like a lake that clearly reflected everything.
She has indeed become a Beyonder … Just as Klein was about to shift his gaze away, he suddenly realized that the high-back chair belonging to Miss Justice had changed.
The resplendent stars on the back of the chair moved rapidly, forming an illusory constellation that didn't belong to reality.
In Klein's eyes, this constellation was very familiar, because it was a symbol in mysticism.
The symbol that symbolized a dragon!
Spectator … Dragon … Klein controlled himself not to shake his head as he looked inquiringly at The Hanging Man's high-back chair.
Normally, with his angle of vision, he definitely wouldn't be able to see the situation on the back of the chair, but this was his home turf. Everything appeared according to his will.
The constellation on the back of the chair didn't change, but Klein, who had gained a basic understanding of mysticism, wasn't as ignorant as before. He recognized it as the symbol of Storm.
Sailor … Blessed of the Sea … Storm … That's not a problem … The colors in the depths of The Hanging Man's aura have become a lot purer … He advanced? Right, what's the symbol on the back of my chair?
Klein held back his urge, and just like before, he tapped the edge of the long table three times with his finger and said with a smile, "Congratulations, Miss Justice.
"Congratulations, Miss Justice. You're now a Beyonder."
He can tell straight away? Audrey was taken aback for a moment before she smiled faintly.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Fool. Thank you, Mr. The Hanging Man."
"It's faster than I imagined," Alger Wilson said frankly.
Klein didn't continue the topic. He tapped his glabella and smiled.
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