The crimson moon in the sky hangs quietly in the darkness, shining on the city of Tingen, which is gradually returning to the silence of the "City City".

Klein stood at his desk, looking down at the cold and deserted daffodil street through the convex belly window, and heard a carriage in the distance driving quickly but not hustle and bustle.

He picked up the silver-white pocket watch with branches and vines, pressed it open, took a look, then reached out to pull the curtains, allowing the yellowish light of the gas lamp to reflect more in the bedroom.

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

The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, with only a little red moonlight passing through the curtains bringing colors, bringing late night scenes that have nurtured many folk stories.

In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife he applied for, outlined the light ball in his mind, and entered a semi-meditation state in advance.

He accumulated his spirit and according to his previous practice, he let his spirits burst out through the tip of the knife, and let them move with their own movement, wonderfully combining with the environment, sealing the room.

He was afraid that Benson and Melissa would be awakened due to this.

Then, Klein put down his knife and walked four steps counterclockwise, each step accompanied by a spell from the earth.

The unchanging screams and whispers came, the unchanging madness and pain were brought into it. He tried his best to control himself and survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a nearly half-confused state.

The gray and white mist is boundless, the deep red "stars" are far or near, and the towering temple stands like a dead giant. Everything in front of Klein has no change compared to the past. The silence and ancient accumulated over thousands of years are coming to the face.

No, there is still a change! Klein murmured to himself silently, his eyes locked at a crimson "star" located nearby.

That is the star symbolizing "justice"!

The crimson red of this "star" shrinks and expands one after another, with a small amplitude, but persistence.

Klein carefully spread his spirituality and spread to the crimson red.

As soon as the two were in contact, his mind buzzed, saw the blurry and twisted scene, and heard the illusory and overlapping prayer:

"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."

...

"I beg you to give me a good dream."

...

"I beg you to give me a good dream."

...

The female voices kept echoing, interlacing layer by layer, and Klein's spirit became irritable and messy, as if he was about to fall asleep, but he heard a quarrel upstairs pounding the table and pounding the floor.

He suppressed his emotions, used meditation to soothe his impulse, and carefully identified the blurry picture that appeared in front of him.

It was a girl in a white robe with soft and bright blonde hair. She was standing in front of four swaying firelights, bowing her head respectfully and constantly reciting.

From the twisted picture, Klein barely recognized this as Miss "Justice".

At this time, he fully confirmed that the ritual spell he had conceived could point to this place and himself accurately!

This made him feel fulfilled and felt that his exploration from scratch was very effective.

I was not boasting about it anymore... Klein was in a good mood, and he felt that the prayers that were wandering around his ears like flies became acceptable.

He felt aroused his heart and tried to pass on the "answer" outlined in his mind to the "crater red" stars through that subtle connection:

"I see."

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The gray fog in front of me was filled with layers of layers, and a twisted and blurred figure stood in the deepest part.

His eyes were flowing with deep red, and his voice kept echoing in the empty world:

"I see."

"I see."

"I see."

...

Audrey Hall suddenly woke up, sat up with the quilt, and his mind was full of the scene he had just dreamed of.

She knew clearly that she dreamed of a fool, the mysterious fool who stood high 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 the effectiveness of the ritual magic and was really useful by those spells.

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

Even if Mr. Fool is not a god, it should be almost the same... Audrey took a breath and slowly exhaled it.

Since the other party is a powerful existence that cannot resist, she quickly threw some worries aside and began to think about what to do next:

"First, completely digest the 'audience' potion... My 'play' is pretty good."

"Second, look for the psychological alchemy."

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

"However, every godlike existence has its own complete sequence chain, and may not necessarily know the formula of other sequence paths... The new and extraordinary organization of the Psychological Alchemy Society is not necessarily qualified to receive the attention of Mr. Fool..."

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After leaving contact, Klein sat at the top of the bronze table in a good mood.

He was covered in gray mist, leaned back on the back of the chair, pressed his hands into fists to his mouth, recalling and examining the process just now.

At this time, there was only him in this gray and misty world, and besides that, it was silent.

"It seems that I can only pass information, but I cannot mobilize the power here... Then it seems that my previous tricks will not work." Klein kept slapped his mouth and made a summary silently.

His original plan was that if the spells and rituals he designed were effective, he would try to tie himself and the gray fog world through this method to leverage the power of this mysterious space.

At that time, he can pray to himself, thus taking advantage of the limitations, mysteries and dangers to make full use of the gray fog world.

For example, he could first hold a ceremony to pray to "self" for the gift of magic, and then enter the fog, respond to the prayer and give gifts.

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

At this moment, he saw the crimson "star" symbolizing the "hanging man" also began to shrink and expand, and heard the illusory and invisible sounds swinging in circles.

"I happened to meet the 'hanged man' for a ceremony?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He sat on the head of the long bronze table, stretched out his hand to point at the "star".

The spirituality spread out and touched the crimson red that was constantly contracting and expanding.

He heard the "hanging man"'s deep and overlapping prayers, and also saw the blurry scene.

In the picture, the "hanging man" is wearing a pure black robe, standing in front of four balls of fire, and the surrounding spirituality forms a wall, separating external influences.

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

"...You are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck."

"I beg for your help."

...

The "hanging man" prayed for a while and waited for a while. Seeing that there was no response, he began to lift the wall of spirituality, extinguish the flames, and clean up the altar.

At the end, he reached out and the water filled the light, and the table serving as the altar was immediately refreshed.

"The water-based spell...the gift of the storm...the 'hanger' is indeed, at least the 'navigilator'..." Klein nodded slightly, and before the picture disappeared, he passed the "response" into the crimson ball in the expected way.

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

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

After completing the prayer with a familiarity, 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 gratitude and a little disappointed.

After handling the follow-up, Alger planned to go downstairs to ask for a glass of "Lielangqi" - alcohol helps to exert the ability of the "Raging People", so the "Lord of the Storm"'s punishment players like this "drink".

When Alger opened the door, he was about to walk out when a flash of flowers suddenly appeared in front of him. He saw an illusory and boundless gray fog above the corridor. He saw a blurry figure sitting in the deepest part, like sitting on a throne high above.

"I understand." The familiar and low voice echoed invisibly in Alger's ears, making him stunned, with a slight thrilling head.

Alger's eyes suddenly turned deeper. Looking around, he found that everything was no different from before. He still had the floor that would squeak when he stepped on it, the wall candlesticks that were old, and the corridors were still not too clean.

I got it... There seemed to be a sound in Alger's ears.

His face became darker, and he clenched his fist and slapped his chest, but he could not speak his respect to the Lord of the Storm.

After a long silence, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his eyes became a little deeper.

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On the gray fog, Klein didn't delay for too long. When all the remaining voices returned to 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 flashed quickly, like a movie scene that was dozens of times faster. After Klein's head was dizzy, he saw the curtains with crimson moonlight, and the desks and bookshelfs with hazy outlines.

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

He finally relaxed completely when he saw that there was no movement in his room between his brother Benson and his sister Melissa.

"This 'transfer ceremony' is a must-have for traveling at home... It's hidden and magical..." Klein whispered silently, closed the door again, and walked to bed.

His "task" tomorrow is to go to the underground trading market of extraordinary items with old Neil.
Chapter completed!