Chapter 64 The Instigator

After instructing Susie the golden retriever, Audrey paced back and forth a few steps back and forth, as if she wasn't relieved enough, because she didn't know if something strange would happen to the ritual magic today.

"Let's do it..." She turned her eyes away, and looked at the expected process with the attitude of a bystander, and soon came up with a new arrangement.

Audrey locked the bedroom door and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, you are squatting here. If Annie and the others want to forcibly enter, go to the bathroom and notify me immediately."

In order to prevent some accidents, her maid has a key that can unlock the lock.

Susie gave her a faint look and wagged her tail three times.

"Very good, I will let you choose today's lunch!" Audrey clenched her fist and shook it gently.

After the exhortation, she entered the bathroom and saw that the square bathtub with a length and width of three or four meters had long been swaying with clear water, white air filled the air, and phantom mist was smoky.

Audrey cleaned up the rectangular table that was originally filled with bottles and jars, then went back to the outside and brought in the candles, offerings, and white robes.

Immediately after, she closed the bathroom door.

After doing all this, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a palm-sized light blue translucent bottle next to the four candles.

This bottle is cylindrical in shape, shining with a dreamy luster under the light, and inside is the ritual essential oil she distilled and extracted yesterday. As a occultist, she has studied similar things a lot, and she has many made by herself at home. Pure dew, flower essence, balm, essential oil and incense, so the preparatory work was quickly prepared according to Fool's description.

"Moon flower, golden mint, deep sleep flower, golden tangerine and rock rose... Strange formula..." Audrey whispered, "Well, before ritual magic, you have to cleanse the body and calm the mind, this is a blessing to the gods , well, pray for the honor of the subject."

Recalling the process, she put the ritual essential oil on the edge of the bathtub and reached out to unbutton her light home clothes.

Pieces of silk fabrics fell into the changing baskets. Audrey curled up her long hair, first tested the water temperature with her hands, and then tiptoed slightly before stepping in cautiously, sinking her body into a warm embrace.

"Huh..." She exhaled comfortably, only to feel warm and very relaxed.

She really didn't want to move a finger... Audrey forced herself up, grabbed the light blue translucent vial next to her, and put a few drops of the ritual essential oil into the water.

A burst of fragrance dissipated, and there was a fragrance hidden in the tranquility. Audrey took a few sips and nodded in satisfaction.

"Good, it smells good."

"It's so relaxing, so comfortable..."

"I don't want to move at all, I really wish I could just lie quietly like this..."

"Quiet quiet, quiet quiet... quiet... quiet..."

After an unknown amount of time, Audrey suddenly heard a barking dog barking.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looked left and right in confusion, and found that Susie had opened the door and came in at some point, squatting outside the bathtub, her eyes quite helpless.

Rubbing the corners of her eyes, Audrey felt that the water temperature had dropped a lot.

"I, I fell asleep?" she asked subconsciously.

Susie looked at her without barking or wagging her tail.

"Haha, the effect of that bottle of ritual essential oil is really good, um, really good!" Audrey laughed dryly and explained cheerfully.

She stood up, took the bath towel, wrapped and wiped her body, and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, keep guarding, don't let Annie and the others come in!"

When the golden retriever left, she quietly stuck out her tongue, threw away the bath towel, and put on the clean white robe.

After closing the bathroom door, Audrey seriously recalled the ritual she had recorded.

She picked up four candles and placed them in the four corners of the table.

"Top left white bread,

The Fenebot noodles on the top right are so fragrant, but it's a little cold... No, it's not the time to think about these things! Seafood rice in the lower left, Dixie pie in the lower right..." Audrey carefully set up the altar according to The Fool's description, shaking her head twice.

Getting ready, she lit four candles in turn, picked up the silver knife, and inserted it into the stack of coarse salt.

After reciting the consecration incantation in Hermes, Audrey raised the ornately patterned knife and put it into the cup filled with water.

After saving her energy, she pulled away from the silver "holy blade" and meditated on the scene where spirituality spreads and spews out from the tip of the blade.

Invisible power surged out, and Audrey took the knife and circled around the altar, only to feel that a spiritual wall was erected around it, to exclude all uncleanness and all interference.

She maintained the state of "audience" and did not let the excitement and excitement in her heart affect the ceremony.

Putting down the silver knife, she picked up the light blue crystal vial and put a drop on each candle.

Noisy!

The faint fragrance filled the air one after another, and Audrey's body, mind, and spirit seemed to be quiet.

She took a deep breath, lowered her head respectfully, and recited the official incantation in Hermes:

"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 in charge of good luck."

"I beg your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I beg you to let me have a good dream."

"Deep Sleeping Flower, the herb belonging to the red moon, please pass the power to my spell."

"Golden mangosteen, the herb belonging to the sun, please pass on the power to my spell."

...

Audrey had just finished reciting the incantation and planned to meditate on the content of her prayer, when she felt the wind blowing in the sealed spiritual wall, and she saw the crimson stars on the back of her hand circulating.

Her heart skipped a beat, she closed her eyes half-heartedly, sketched in meditation, and made a sincere request.

When everything was over, she looked around with a little doubt, but found no other strange phenomena.

"That's it?" Audrey frowned slightly and whispered.

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"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good fortune... The Fool who does not belong to this era..." In the captain's room of the "Blue Avenger", Alger Wilson in a storm robe silently recited the three descriptions he heard in the afternoon. , seems to want to find clues about the identity of the other party from it.

He shook his head and got up a little irritably, but in the end did nothing.

Alger is not very relieved about the "Blue Avenger", an ancient ship left by the Tudor Dynasty. Although he has mastered its control, he always has an intuition that tells him that this ship is still hidden. Many secrets, just like the blood emperor.

Therefore, he will use this ship to test the Fool's ability, but he will not try unknown ritual magic on the ship.

Alger pondered for a few minutes, left the captain's room, came to the deck, and said to the few crew members:

"We are about to arrive in the Rhodes Islands and will be there for a day."

The crew immediately cheered and shouted:

"Thank you, Bishop!"

Because ghost ships do not need sailors and have few crew members, they never worry about supplies, and they can enjoy fresh food and clean water every day, but the day-to-day sailing and the almost unchanged scenery still make their bodies and The mind feels tired, as if it is always suppressing something, enduring something until it can no longer be controlled.

The Rhode Island is a famous colonial point in the Sunia Sea, with developed commerce and various industries.

"I just don't want to wait!" A "sailor" shrugged and gave a laugh that men understand.

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Klein, who was leisurely reading the newspaper on the public carriage on Zoetland Street, was suddenly stunned, as if he heard illusory shouts.

The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making his forehead jump, uncontrollable.

This incomprehensible call came and went quickly. It only took ten seconds to disappear 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 said? The reason for the high inspiration?" One after another, Klein suddenly saw the four black dots on the back of his right hand stand out at some point. They were like natural thin moles, very to be inconspicuous.

This is due to the four black spots of the transfer ceremony that quickly settled, turned from dark to light, and disappeared.

Klein stared at it in a daze, and added a guess about what happened just now:

"Justice or The Hanged Man tried the ritual magic I gave?"

"Is my thinking really right?"

"Do those three descriptions really point to me accurately through the mysterious space above the gray fog?"

"But I'm still far from being strong enough, and I can't understand the content of the prayer at all...I don't know if there is any news above the gray fog 'remaining'..."

"Well, come in tonight and make sure."

Klein was a little nervous and a little excited. He hurriedly put up the newspaper and covered his face to prevent others from seeing the change in his expression.

Soon, he arrived at Zoetland Street and entered the Blackthorn Security Company.

Before he could say hello to Roshan, Klein saw Captain Dunn Smith come out with a piece of paper with a portrait in his hand.

"You also look at this internal wanted notice. A very vicious and cruel Beyonder has entered Tingen." Dunn, who was wearing a black trench coat and no hat, glanced here and handed the piece of paper. come over.

Klein took it and took a look. The first thing that caught his eye was the sketch.

The owner of the portrait has a round face, a bit shy in his temperament and affinity, and he is not too old, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Tris, a suspected Extraordinary, is initially assessed as a Sequence 8 'Instigator', we cannot rule out the possibility that it came from the 'Gnosis', the creator of the Alfalfa tragedy... witnesses have proved that he arrived after leaving Enmat Harbor. Tingen, his whereabouts are currently unknown..."

Tris... Clover... turned out to be a Beyonder committing the crime? Klein suddenly remembered the dream interpretation yesterday afternoon, remembered Joyce Meier's description, and immediately said:

"Captain, I know a client who may be a very important witness."

"I know, Joyce Meyer, I was asked by the 'Heart of Machinery' team to help me last night. I saw you in Joyce's dream, and I also confirmed from many details that Tris made it by himself. The Clover disaster." Dunn chuckled softly with his grey eyes.

It's really boring, Captain... Fortunately, I was on a day off yesterday, and I wasn't playing the role of a "diver" at work... Klein murmured, as if he was almost caught by his immediate boss.

He turned to ask:

"Which sequence is the instigator from? What organization is the Gnosis Society?"

Instigating others to kill each other is Triris' way of eliminating the hidden dangers of potions, or is it a need for promotion?

Dunn thought for a few seconds and said:

"Just now, it's time for you to get in touch with the information about Beyonders and hidden organizations. Don't always be instructed by Old Neil to read historical documents."

Captain, isn't the reason you hired me here because you wanted a "historical expert"? Klein didn't dare to point out the problem, and nodded earnestly:

"OK."

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