Chapter 67 "Response"

The crimson moon high in the sky hangs quietly in the darkness, shining on the city of Tingen, the "city of universities", which has gradually returned to silence.

Klein stood in front of the desk, looking down at the cold and deserted Daffodil Street through the orifice window, and heard a horse-drawn carriage passing by in the distance without making any noise.

He picked up the silver-white pocket watch with arabesque pattern, snapped it open, glanced at it, and then reached out to close the curtains, so that the yellowish light of the gas lamp reflected more in the bedroom.

Klein turned around unhurriedly, locked the door, and closed the gate valve.

The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, and only a little reddish moonlight through the curtains brought color, bringing a late-night scene that gave birth to many folklore stories.

In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife he had applied for, and drew a ball of light in his mind, entering a state of semi-meditation in advance.

He accumulated his energy, and according to the previous practice, let the spirituality spray out through the tip of the knife, and let them follow his own movement, combined with the environment wonderfully, and sealed the room.

He was on guard for possible abnormal fluctuations, and he was afraid that Benson and Melissa would be awakened.

Then, Klein put down his knife and took four steps counterclockwise, each step being accompanied by an incantation from the earth.

The constant screams and murmurs came, and the constant madness and pain added to him. He tried his best to control himself, and survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a state of almost half-daze.

The gray fog is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, and the towering temple stands like a dead giant. Compared with the past, everything in front of Klein has not changed at all. The silence and ancient times accumulated over thousands of years. Come on.

No, there are still changes! Klein muttered to himself silently, his eyes locked on a crimson "star" nearby.

That is the star that symbolizes "justice"!

The crimson of this "star" shrinks and expands one after another, not much, but persevering.

Klein carefully unfolded his spirituality and spread toward the crimson.

As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, saw a blurry and distorted picture, and heard illusory and overlapping prayers:

"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."

...

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

...

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

...

The female voice kept reverberating and interlaced, and Klein's spirit became irritable and messy. It was as if he was about to fall asleep when he heard the quarrel upstairs beating the table and hitting the floor.

He suppressed his emotions, calmed his impulses with meditation, and carefully identified the blurry picture that appeared in front of him.

It was a girl in a white robe with soft and bright blond hair. She was standing in front of the four flickering firelights, bowing her head in respect and chanting continuously.

From the distorted picture, Klein barely recognized that this was Miss Justice.

At this time, he was completely sure that the ritual incantation he conceived could point here accurately, pointing at himself!

This filled him with a sense of accomplishment, and felt that his groping from scratch was fruitful.

I won't boast that I'm amazing... Klein's mood improved, and the prayers that hovered in his ears like flies became acceptable.

With a move in his heart, he tried to pass the "answer" sketched in his mind to the "crimson" stars through that subtle connection:

"I see."

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Layers of gray fog filled the front, and a distorted and blurred figure stood in the deepest part.

His eyes were crimson, and his voice echoed in the empty world:

"I see.

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"I see."

"I see."

...

Audrey Hall suddenly woke up, and sat up with the quilt, her mind was full of the images she had just dreamed of.

She clearly knew that what she dreamed of was the Fool, the mysterious Fool who stood above the gray fog!

"Is this a response to my early morning prayer?" Audrey, who soon entered the "audience" state, calmly analyzed.

Although she didn't understand why the Fool didn't respond on the spot and had to wait until night, she was still deeply shocked by how effective the ritual magic was, and how effective those few incantations were.

In the past, she prayed to the goddess of the night, but she never got a response!

Even if Mr. Fool is not a god, he should be similar... Audrey took a slow breath, and then slowly exhaled.

Since the other party was a powerful being that could not be resisted, she quickly put aside some worries and began to think about what to do next:

"First, completely digest the 'audience' potion... My 'acting' is not bad."

"Second, look for the Psychological Alchemy Society."

"Thirdly, see if you can get the potion formula of 'Mind Reader' from Mr. Fool, or clues from the Psychology Alchemy Society."

"However, every god-like existence has its own complete sequence chain, and does not necessarily know the formula of other sequence pathways... A new extraordinary organization like the Psychology Alchemy Society is not necessarily eligible to receive the attention of Mr. Fool... …”

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Disengaged, Klein sat at the top of the long bronze table in a good mood.

Covered in gray fog, he leaned back in the chair, clenched his hand into a fist against his mouth, recalling and examining the process just now.

At this moment, in this gray fog world, he was the only creature, other than that, it was silent.

"It seems that I can only pass information to the past, and I can't use this to mobilize the power here... It seems that my previous tricky idea will not work." Klein kept pouting his mouth and silently concluded.

His original plan was that if the incantations and rituals he designed were effective, he would try to use this method to bind himself and the world of gray fog together, so as to leverage the power of this mysterious space.

At that time, he can pray to himself, so as to bypass restrictions, mysteries and dangers, and make more full use of the world of gray fog.

For example, he can first hold a ceremony to ask "self" for the gift of magic, and then enter above the gray fog to respond to the request and give the gift.

"It seems that I still think too beautifully... My understanding and mastery of this gray fog world is far from that level..." Klein shook his head and laughed at himself, preparing to leave.

At this moment, he saw that the crimson "star" symbolizing "The Hanged Man" also began to shrink and expand, and he heard illusory and invisible voices swaying in circles.

"Just in time for the ceremony of the Hanged Man?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He sat at the head of the long bronze table, reaching out to the "star".

Spirituality spread out, touching the crimson that was constantly shrinking and expanding.

He heard the low and overlapping prayers of The Hanged Man, and saw a blurry picture.

In the picture, "The Hanged Man" is wearing a pure black robe, standing in front of four firelights, surrounded by a wall of spirituality, which is separated from external influences.

Klein didn't respond immediately, just watched and listened quietly.

"...You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

"I beg your help."

...

"The Hanged Man" finished praying, and after waiting for a while, seeing no response, he began to lift the wall of spirituality, extinguish the flames, and clean up the altar.

At the end, he stretched out his hand and wiped the water, and the table serving as the altar was instantly refreshed.

"Water-based spells... The gift of the storm... The Hanged Man is indeed, at least the 'Voyager'..." Klein nodded slightly, and before the picture disappeared, he passed the "response" into the Group crimson.

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Alger Wilson is in the "City of Generosity", the capital of the Rorsted Islands.

Instead of going to the famous "Red Theater" with the crew, he stayed in the hotel, closed the doors and windows tightly, and tried the ritual described by the Fool.

Familiarly completing the prayer, Alger waited patiently for a while, but received no response.

"It seems that this attempt is not very successful... Mr. Fool has to change his approach..." He thought with joy and disappointment again.

After dealing with the follow-up, Alger plans to go downstairs and ask for a drink of "Lie Langqi" - alcohol helps to exert the ability of "Rage People", so the punishers of "Lord of the Storm" quite like this "drink" ".

Opening the door, Alger was just about to walk out when a flower suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. He saw an illusory and boundless gray fog above the corridor, and saw a vague figure sitting in the deepest part, like sitting on a high throne.

"I see." A familiar and deep voice echoed invisibly in Argel's ears, leaving him stunned, his head throbbing slightly.

Alger's eyes suddenly turned deep, and he looked around, but found that everything was the same as before. It was still the floor that creaked when stepping on it, the candlesticks on the walls that were old, and the corridors that were not too clean. .

I see... There seems to be a voice echoing in Argel's ears.

His face darkened, and he clenched his fist and tapped his chest, but he failed to say a word of respect to the Lord of the Storm.

After a long silence, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his eyes darkened a bit.

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Above the gray fog, Klein didn't delay for too long. When the remaining voices were all calm, he wrapped himself in spirituality, fell into the gray fog, and fell into the material world.

The light and shadow in front of him flickered quickly, like a movie that was played dozens of times faster. After a dizziness, Klein saw the curtains with the crimson moonlight, and the blurred desk and bookshelf.

He picked up the silver knife again, lifted the spiritual wall of the room, and then quietly opened the door in a sudden gust of wind and glanced at the corridor.

Seeing that there was no movement in the room of his brother Benson and his sister Melissa, he completely relaxed.

"This 'transportation ceremony' is simply a must for home travel... It's hidden and magical..." Klein whispered silently, closed the door again, and walked to the bed.

His "mission" tomorrow is to go to the underground trading market for extraordinary items with old Neil.