Chapter 58 1 Idea
The next day, Monday morning.
Klein, who was on vacation, did not go out, but handed over the letter to his mentor Cohen Quentin and the excess stamp fee to Melissa, and entrusted his sister to deliver it to the post office near Tingen Technical School.
After breakfast, he leisurely made up for the lack of sleep during the "work" period, and didn't get up again until near noon when his stomach was grumbling.
After warming up the leftovers from last night and nibbling on a loaf of oatmeal bread, Klein took a newspaper and entered the bathroom in the bathroom on the second floor.
Whenever this happens, he can't help but sigh that he doesn't have a mobile phone.
Seven or eight minutes later, he came out refreshed, washed his hands, returned to the bedroom, and locked the door.
Next, Klein closed the curtains, lit the gas lamp, meditated for half an hour, practiced spiritual vision, spirit pendulum, and divination stick for half an hour, and reviewed mysticism knowledge for an hour by means of memory.
After doing these things, he tore the waste newspaper into more than a dozen groups, wrote the names of the materials such as "Moon Flower Candle" and "Full Moon Essential Oil", and simulated the process of ritual magic step by step to grasp the details - in the real Before he became proficient and learned more, he did not intend to rashly try ritual magic, because it would waste materials and easily bring danger.
Over and over again, Klein picked up the silver-white pocket watch with the twig pattern, opened it and glanced at it, and found that it was just past two forty-five.
He thought about it for a few seconds, took the old newspapers to the kitchen on the first floor and burned them, and used this to adjust his state and prepare for the Tarot party.
Locking the bedroom door again, Klein did not wait for the arrival of three o'clock, and planned to enter above the gray fog ahead of time.
He wants to take this opportunity to explore there!
Just when Klein stood to the vacant seat in the room and was about to start walking counterclockwise, he suddenly thought of one thing from worrying about whether Justice and The Hanged Man had entered a suitable environment, and whether they would be disturbed and discovered by others:
He said that he would come up with a way so that if Justice and The Hanged Man were really unable to escape, or encountered some other situation, they could "take a leave of absence" in advance and be absent from the party.
For Klein before, this was an almost unsolvable problem. He couldn't create an instant communication network in another world by hand, and the method of wired telegram would expose himself.
And now, he found inspiration from ritual magic:
"With the help of external ritual magic, they all pray for the help of different beings. Similar incantations will definitely have clear directions at the beginning, such as the God of the Night, the Lord of Crimson, such as descriptions of those unknown and hidden beings."
"Then can I modify the incantation so that the description at the beginning points to me?"
"Point to me..."
"In this way, even if the 'Justice' and 'The Hanged Man' held a ceremony in a foreign country, I can get the corresponding information."
Klein's spirit was suddenly lifted, and he began to analyze the feasibility of this method:
"Two difficulties. First, I'm not a high-sequence person who is powerful enough. Even if the description of the incantation does point to me, I'm unlikely to receive a 'request'."
"Second, how to ensure that the description of the incantation can accurately point to me, to ensure that I won't go astray and hit other unknown existences that match the description, which will bring great danger."
Klein paced back and forth, pondering possible solutions.
The footsteps were silent, and he turned round and round, naturally linking this matter with the mysterious world above the gray fog.
"I can't receive a 'request'. It doesn't mean that the gray fog is not good. The combination of it and the crimson stars can directly 'pull' people into space, regardless of distance."
"You can consider tying me and that mysterious space together when making a directional description..."
"According to this line of thinking, although I could not receive a 'request' immediately when the other party held a ceremony,
But as long as you enter above the gray fog, you can see the corresponding information. "
"Simply put, it's the difference between QQ's online and offline messages."
The more Klein thought about it, the more excited he felt, thinking that this idea could be tried.
"Well, what description should be used to precisely point to me, to that gray fog world?" He began to consider specific details.
In fact, he has a spell that can definitely be successful, that is, the pure Ruen transliteration of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", but the problem is that this will cause him to lose control over the gray fog and lose his dominant position, which can only be ruled out. .
"...'The Fool from Another World'? No, this is accurate enough. There will hardly be another existence that meets the conditions, but it will expose my biggest secret..." Klein thought about one incantation after another, but All self-denied.
After seven or eight minutes, he finally finalized the first directional description in the incantation:
"A fool who does not belong to this era."
This was obviously not accurate enough, and Klein quickly added another paragraph:
"The mysterious master above the gray fog."
The combination of the two can almost be limited to him, and the gray fog is bound to him.
"It's still a little bit. It's not ruled out that there are multiple spaces above the gray fog, and there are multiple masters. It's not ruled out that this description points to the spiritual world..." Klein frowned, intending to add another layer of insurance.
Well... he thought about it for a full minute, and finally came up with the last paragraph of the description:
"The king of yellow and black in charge of good luck!"
This is an approximate free translation of "Fusheng Xuanhuang God". If it is the only one, it is likely to go wrong and cause unknown dangers. However, with the limitations of the previous two, it is possible to enter the gray fog by relying on similar incantations. In the above case, the described object can be completely locked.
To perform ritual magic according to these three paragraphs, Klein does not know if it will be effective, but it is certain that it will not attract the attention of other existences, and will not put Justice and The Hanged Man in danger.
Klein let out a long sigh and silently recited the mantra he had thought of:
"A fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck..."
He nodded faintly, took out the pocket watch in his pocket, and determined the time.
"It's two fifty-eight..." Klein stopped thinking about it, put away his pocket watch, and entered into meditation. Following the incantations, he took four steps counterclockwise, forming a square.
The loudest noise and the most heart-wrenching scream sounded again, and he felt a headache that was more unbearable than taking the Diviner potion.
This is different from the severe pain that the head is penetrated. It is a manic, irrational, and confusing pain.
Klein controlled himself in a meditative way, trying not to listen.
Those murmurs and whispers receded like a tide, his body became lighter, his spirituality became lighter, and everything was erratic.
Boundless gray fog appeared in his line of sight, and the crimson stars were far or near, like eyes.
Above the gray fog, the majestic palace that looks like a giant's residence still stands, and it seems to have existed here for millions of years.
Klein just had a move in his heart, and his figure disappeared, sitting at the head of a long bronze table with twenty-two high-backed chairs.
"The effect of the ritual is indeed fixed... He whispered a word, tapped his eyebrows, and let the gray mist cover him, thicker than ever-according to the description of "The Hanged Man", if "Justice" becomes the audience, then the most It's better not to show your behavior in front of her.
No time to investigate, Klein stretched out his right hand to construct an invisible connection to communicate the two familiar crimson stars.
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On the deep blue Sonia Sea, an ancient sailboat sailed downwind.
Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's room and let the ghost ship give the highest level of protection.
The pocket watch in front of him was spread out, and next to the brass sextant, he was walking, not happy enough, but nervous.
Just as the hour, minute, and second hands pointed to the correct position, a cloud of crimson burst out in front of Alger Wilson's eyes, ignoring the layers of protection.
Hey...his sigh echoed in the captain's cabin.
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Backlund, Queens.
Audrey Hall leaned against the velvet pillow and looked at the yellow-brown paper in her hand again. Her jewel-like eyes seemed to hide two slowly rotating soul vortexes.
Her eyes were calm and cold, as if waiting for a drama to unfold.
Crimson erupted, and she "watched" herself being engulfed with an attitude of looking down.
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Above the gray fog, inside the grand palace, the long bronze table is mottled and ancient.
Just as Audrey Hall appeared, Klein, who had turned on his spiritual vision, looked over and saw that the colors in the depths of the other party's aura were mixed into one, becoming pure, and the tranquility seemed to be clearly reflected. lake of things.
She really has become a Beyonder... Klein was about to look away when he suddenly noticed that the high-back chair belonging to Miss Justice had changed.
The bright stars on the back of the chair moved quickly, forming an illusory constellation that did not belong to reality.
In Klein's eyes, this constellation is so familiar because it is a symbol in mysticism.
A symbol that symbolizes the "dragon"!
Audience... Dragon... Klein controlled himself not to shake his head, and looked at the high-back seat of "The Hanged Man" inquiringly.
Normally, from the angle of his line of sight, the back of the chair can't be seen, but this is his home court, and everything is presented according to his will.
The constellation behind the seat did not change, but Klein, who had already started mysticism, was no longer as ignorant as before, recognizing that it was the symbol of "storm".
Sailor... Sea Blessed... Storm... That's no problem... The color in the depths of "The Hanged Man" has become a lot purer... Has he been promoted? By the way, what is the symbol behind my seat?
Klein resisted the urge. Like before, he tapped the edge of the long table three times with his fingers, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are an Extraordinary."
Can he see it directly? Audrey was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly:
"Thank you, thank you Mister Fool, thank you Mister Hanged Man."
"Faster than I thought." Alger Wilson said calmly.
Klein didn't continue the topic, tapped his eyebrows, and said with a smile:
"Ma'am, sir, have you found Roselle's diary?"