Chapter 64 The Instigator(1/2)
After ordering the golden retriever Susie, Audrey paced back and forth a few steps, as if she was not at ease enough, because she was not sure whether something strange would happen to the magic of today's ritual.
"Let's do it..." Her eyes turned quiet, and she looked at the expected process with the attitude of a bystander, and soon had a new arrangement.
Audrey locked the bedroom door and said to the golden retriever:
"Susie, you squat here. If Annie and the others want to force it into, go to the bathroom to notify me immediately."
In order to guard against some accidents, her personal maid has a key that can unlock the anti-lock.
Susie glanced at her with a faint look and shook her tail three times.
"Very good, I will let you choose today's lunch!" Audrey clenched her fist and shook it gently.
After finishing her instructions, she entered the bathroom and saw that there was a slight clear water in the square bathtub with a length of three or four meters wide, with white air filled with it and a illusion of mist.
Audrey cleaned up a rectangular table that was originally filled with bottles and jars, and then returned to the outside room and brought in candles, offerings, white robes and other items.
Immediately afterwards, she closed the bathroom door.
After doing all this, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a light blue translucent bottle the size of a palm from beside the four candles.
The bottle is cylindrical and shines with a dreamy luster under the light. It is the ritual essential oil she distilled and extracted yesterday. As a occultist enthusiast, she has studied similar things a lot. She has many pure dews, flower essences, balms, essential oils and incense made by herself, so she quickly made preliminary preparations according to the fool's description.
"Moon flowers, golden mint, deep sleep flowers, golden bergamot and rock roses... strange recipes..." Audrey murmured in a low voice, "Well, you have to clean your body and calm your mind before the ritual magic. This is the respect for the gods, um, pray for the object."
After recalling the process, she put the essential oil of the ceremony on the edge of the bathtub and reached out to untie the lightweight home clothes.
Pieces of silk fabrics fell into the washing basket. Audrey raised her long hair, first tried the water temperature with her hands, then tiptoed slightly, stepped in carefully, and sank her body into her warm embrace.
"Hu..." She breathed comfortably, feeling warm and extremely relaxed.
He really didn't want to move a finger... Audrey forced herself to cheer up, grabbed the light blue translucent bottle next to her, and dripped a few drops of the essential oil into the water.
A fragrance dissipated outside and a fragrance hidden in the tranquility. Audrey took a few sips and nodded with satisfaction.
"Good, smells good."
"It's so relaxing, so comfortable..."
"I don't want to move at all, I really hope I'll just lie quietly like this..."
"Silent, quiet...quiet...quiet..."
After a while, Audrey suddenly heard the barking dog.
She suddenly opened her eyes and 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 feeling quite helpless.
After rubbing the corners of his eyes, Audrey felt that the water temperature had dropped a lot.
"I, am I asleep?" she asked subconsciously.
Susie looked at her, without barking or wagging her tail.
"Haha, that bottle of ritual essential oil has a great effect, well, it's so good!" Audrey laughed dryly and explained happily.
She stood up, took the bath towel, and while wrapping and wiping her body, she said to the golden retriever:
"Susie, keep guarding and prevent Annie and the others from coming in!"
When the golden retriever left, she quietly stuck out her tongue, threw away the bath towel, and put on the clean white robe.
Close the bathroom door, Audrey carefully recalled the ceremony she recorded.
She picked up four candles and placed them in four corners of the table.
"The white bread on the upper left and the Fernet noodles on the upper right are so fragrant, it's a little cold... No, it's not time to think about these things! The paella on the lower left and the Disi Pie on the lower right..." Audrey carefully arranged the altar according to the description of the fool, and shook her head twice during this time.
Being ready, she lit four candles in turn, picked up a silver knife, and inserted it into the stack of coarse salt.
After reciting the sanctification mantra in Hemis, Audrey raised the knife with ornate patterns and put it into a cup containing clear water.
Having accumulated a good spirit, she pulled away from this silver "holy blade" and meditated on the scene where spirituality spreads and bursts out from the tip of the knife.
The invisible power surged out, and Audrey took a knife and circled around the altar, feeling that there was indeed a spiritual wall erecting around it, excluding all uncleanness and all interference.
She maintained the "audience" state 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 dripped a drop on each candle.
Honey!
The faint fragrance spread one after another, and Audrey's body, heart, and spirit seemed to have gained tranquility.
She breathed secretly, lowered her head respectfully, and recited the formal spell in Hermis:
"The fools who do not belong to this era;"
"You are the mysterious master above the grey fog;"
"You are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck."
"I beg for your help."
"I pray for your favor."
"I beg you to give me a good dream."
"Sleeping flowers, the herbs belonging to the Red Moon, please pass the power to me spell."
"Golden Berry, the herb belonging to the sun, please pass the power to my spell."
...
As soon as Audrey finished reciting the mantra and planned to meditate and pray for it, she felt that there was wind waving in the sealed spiritual wall, and she saw the crimson stars on the back of her hand flowing.
Her heart thumped, she hurriedly closed her eyes, made a careful sketch, and made sincere requests.
When everything was over, she looked around with a little confusion and found no other strange phenomena.
"That's all?" Audrey frowned slightly and whispered.
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"The Yellow and Black King who is in charge of good luck...the fools of this era..." In the captain's room of the "Ghostly Avenger", Alger Wilson, wearing a storm robe, silently recited the three descriptions he heard in the afternoon, as if he wanted to find clues about the other party's identity from it.
He shook his head and stood up slightly irritated, but ended up doing nothing.
Alger was not very relieved about the ancient ship left over from the Tudor Dynasty, the "Niulu Avenger". Although he had control of it himself, there was always a intuition telling him that the ship still had many secrets, just like the blood emperor.
Therefore, he would use this ship to test the fool's abilities, but would not try unknown ritual magic on the ship.
Arger thought 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 Rothed Islands and will stay there for a day.”
The crew immediately cheered and shouted:
"Thank you, Lord Bishop!"
Because ghost ships do not need sailors and have few crew members, they never worry about supplies and can enjoy fresh food and water every day, but day-to-day sailing and almost unchanging scenery still make their bodies and minds feel tired, as if they are always suppressing something and enduring something until they can no longer control it.
The Rost Islands are a famous colonial site on the Sunian Sea, with developed commerce and various industries.
"I don't want to wait!" A "sailor" shrugged his waist and gave a laugh that men know.
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On the public carriage on Zotland Street, Klein, who was leisurely looking at the newspaper, suddenly was stunned, as if he heard illusory shouts.
The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making his forehead jump and it was difficult to control.
The call of the content that cannot be heard clearly comes and goes quickly. It disappeared in just ten seconds. Klein pinched his forehead and fought against the throbbing from the deepest part of his brain.
"Old Neil said something inexplicably whispered? Why is the inspiration too high?" One thought flashed one by one, and Klein suddenly saw four black dots on the back of his right hand highlighted at some point. They looked like natural fine moles, which were very inconspicuous.
This originated from the four black dots of the transport ceremony quickly settled, from deep to fade, and disappeared.
Klein stared at it in a daze, and had another guess about what he had just experienced:
“‘Justice’ or ‘Hangered Man’ tried the ritual magic I gave?”
"Is my thinking really right?"
"Those three descriptions can indeed point to me accurately through the mysterious space above the gray fog?"
"But I am far from strong enough, and I can't hear clearly what the prayer is... I don't know if there is any news 'remaining' above the gray fog..."
"Well, come in tonight and confirm."
Klein was a little nervous and excited, and hurriedly erected the newspaper to cover his face and prevent others from seeing his expression change.
Soon, he arrived on Zotland Street and entered the Black Thorn Security Company.
Before he could say hello to Rosan, Klein saw Captain Dunn Smith come out, holding a piece of paper with a portrait in his hand.
"You also look at this internal wanted warrant. A very vicious and cruel extraordinary man entered Tingen." Dunn, wearing a black windbreaker and without a hat, glanced here and handed over the paper.
Klein took it and saw the first thing that caught his eye was the sketch portrait.
The owner of the portrait has a round face, a bit shy with a friendly temperament, not too much age, and is only eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Tris, suspected to be extraordinary, was initially evaluated as a "stoicator" in Sequence 8. The possibility of "The Spiritual Society" is not ruled out, the creator of the Alfalfa tragedy... There are witnesses who proved that he left Port Enmat and then arrived in Tingen, and his whereabouts are unknown..."
Tris... Alfalfa... It turned out to be an extraordinary person who committed the crime? Klein suddenly remembered the dream interpretation of yesterday afternoon, remembered Joyce Meyer's description, and immediately said:
To be continued...