Lord of the Mysteries

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Commanding the Golden Retriever Susie, Audrey took a few steps back and forth, it seems that it is not enough, because she does not know whether there will be strange things in today's ritual magic.

"That way..." She turned her eyes and looked at the expected process with the attitude of a bystander, and soon there was a new arrangement.

Audrey locked the door of the bedroom and said to the Golden Retriever dog:

"Su Shi, you are here, if Anne wants to force in, I will inform the bathroom immediately."

In order to guard against some accidents, her personal maid has the key to unlock the lock.

Su Shi looked at her faintly and shook her three tails.

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

When she finished, she entered the bathroom and saw that the square and the three- or four-meter-long bathtub had long and clear water, and the white air was filled with mist and smoke.

Audrey cleaned up a rectangular table that had been filled with bottles and cans, then returned to the outside to move candles, sacrifices, and white robes.

Followed by, she closed the door of the bathroom.

After doing all this, Audrey sighed and picked up a palm-sized light blue translucent bottle from the side of the four candles.

The bottle is cylindrical and sparkles with a dreamy glow. It is the ceremonial oil that she distilled and extracted yesterday. As a occultist, she has not studied similar things. She has many home-made products. Pure dew, flower essence, balm, essential oil and incense, so quickly prepared according to the description of the fool.

"Moon flower, golden mint, deep sleep flower, kumquat and rock rose... strange formula..." Audrey whispered, "Well, before the ritual magic, you have to clean your body, quiet mind, this is the **** , hey, pray for the object's respect."

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

One piece of silk fabric fell in the changing basket, Audrey set up long hair, first tried the water temperature, then the toes were slightly squatting, carefully stepping in, sinking the body into the warm embrace.

"Call..." She vomited comfortably, only to feel warm and relaxed.

I really don't want to move even with one finger... Audrey forced her spirits, grabbed the light blue translucent vial next to it, and dripped a few drops of ritual essential oil into the water.

For a while, the fragrance was scattered, and the fragrance was hidden in the silence. Audrey took a few mouthfuls and sat down with satisfaction.

"Good, very good."

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

"I don't want to move at all, I really hope that I will lie quietly..."

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

I don't know how long it took, and Audrey suddenly heard the barking dog bark.

She opened her eyes and looked around in confusion. She found that Su Shi didn't know when she had opened the door and squatted outside the bathtub, her eyes were quite helpless.

After rubbing his eyes, Audrey felt that the water temperature had dropped a lot.

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

Su Shi looked at her, no barking, no wags.

"Haha, the effect of the bottle of ritual essential oil is very good, um, it's good!" Audrey laughed twice and explained in a cheerful tone.

She stood up, took a bath towel, wrapped and wiped her body, and said to the Golden Retriever dog:

"Su Shi, keep watching, don't let Anne come in!"

When the Golden Retriever dog left, she quietly spit out her tongue, dropped the bath towel, and put the clean white robes directly.

Closing the bathroom door, Audrey seriously recalled the rituals she had recorded.

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

"The top left white bread, the upper right side of the Fernport face, it's so sweet, it's a bit cold... No, it's not the time to think about these things! The bottom left paella, the lower right Desi pie..." In accordance with the description of the fool, Li carefully arranged the altar and shook his head twice.

Be prepared, she ignited four candles in turn, picked up the silver knife and inserted it into the pile of coarse salt.

After mourning the sacred curse of the Hermes, Audrey proposed the knife with a gorgeous pattern and placed it in a cup full of water.

With a good spirit of accumulation, she pulled away from the silver “sacred blade” and meditated on the scene of spiritual spread and spurt from the tip of the knife.

Invisible force surged, Audrey took a knife and circled around the altar. I only felt that the spiritual walls were erected around, and all the uncleanness and all the interference were excluded.

She maintains the state of "the audience" and does not let the excitement and excitement of her heart affect the ceremony.

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

Nourish!

The thin aroma is filled in abundance, and Audrey's body, mind and spirit seem to be quiet.

She secretly took a breath, bowed her head reverently, and mourned the official mantra in Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the fog;"

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

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your care."

"I pray that you will have a good dream."

"Deep sleep, the herbs that belong to the Red Moon, please pass the power to my mantra."

"Vanilla, the herb that belongs to the sun, please pass the power to my mantra."

......

After Audrey had finished chanting the mantra and intended to meditate on the content of the prayer, she felt that the wind in the sealed spiritual wall was blowing, and saw the crimson star in the back of the hand circling.

She jumped in her heart, half closed her eyes, calmly sketched, and sincerely requested.

When it was over, she looked around in confusion and found no other weird phenomena.

"This is all right?" Audrey frowned and whispered.

............

"The king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck...the fool who does not belong to this era..." The captain of the "Blue Avenger", the robes of the storm, Alger Wilson silently recited the three paragraphs heard in the afternoon. I seem to want to find clues about each other's identity from within.

He shook his head and got up slightly irritated, but eventually did nothing.

Alger is not at ease with the ancient ship left by the "Autumn Avengers", the Tudor dynasty. Although he has mastered its control, there is always an instinct to tell him that the ship is still hidden. A lot of secrets, just like the blood emperor.

Therefore, he will use this ship to test the ability of the fool, but will not try unknown ritual magic on the ship.

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

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

The crew cheered up and shouted:

"Thank you for the bishop!"

Because the ghost ship does not need sailors, the crew is very small, so they never worry about replenishment, they can enjoy fresh food and water every day, but day after day sailing and almost no change of scenery, still let their body and The mind feels tired, as if it is always suppressing something, enduring something until it can no longer be controlled.

The Rothde Islands are famous colonies on the sea in Sonia, with developed businesses and various industries.

"I just don't want to wait!" A "sailor" shrugged his waist and gave a laughter that men knew.

............

On the public carriage on Zouteland Street, Klein, who was watching the newspaper leisurely, suddenly stopped and seemed to hear an illusory shout.

The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making him jump on his forehead and difficult to control.

It’s not clear that the call for content is coming fast, and it’s going fast. It’s just ten seconds of work disappearing. Klein squeezes his forehead against the pain in the depths of his brain.

"What is the inexplicable whisper of the old Neil? Why is the inspiration too high?" One thought flashed, and Klein suddenly saw the four black spots on the back of the right hand. When they were highlighted, they seemed to be natural, very Not conspicuous.

This is due to the fact that the four black spots of the transshipment ceremony quickly precipitated and disappeared from deep to dark.

Klein looked at it and made another guess about what happened:

“‘Justice’ or ‘hanging people’ tried the ritual magic I gave?”

"My thoughts are right?"

"The three paragraphs can really point me precisely through the mysterious space above the fog?"

"But I am still far from strong enough. I can't understand the content of the prayer... I don't know if there is any message on the fog, 'Retained'..."

"Well, enter tonight, confirm."

Klein was a little embarrassed, and a little excited, busy erecting newspapers, covering his face, not letting others see their expression changes.

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

In the future, he greeted Roshan, and Klein saw Captain Dunn Smith coming out with a paper with a portrait in his hand.

"You also look at this internal warrant, a very vicious and cruel extraordinary person who entered Tingen." Dunn, wearing a black trench coat and not wearing a hat, glanced over and handed the paper. come.

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

The owner of the portrait has a round face, and there is a bit of temperament in the temperament. The age is not too much, and it is 18 or nine years old.

"Tris, suspected of extraordinary, initially evaluated as the sequence 8 'teachers', does not rule out the possibility of the 'smart association', the maker of the nickname tragedy... witnesses have proved that he left the port of Enmat and later arrived Tingen, whose whereabouts are unknown..."

Tries... nickname... turned out to be an extraordinary person? Klein Horan remembered the dream of yesterday afternoon, remembered the description of Joyce Meyer, and immediately said:

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

"I know, Joyce Mayr, I was invited by the 'Mechanical Heart' team last night to help you, saw you in Joyce's dream, and confirmed from many details that Tries made it. The nickname tragedy." Dunn was gray and didn't wave, chuckled.

It’s really boring, captain... Fortunately, I was a rest day yesterday, not playing the “divination home” during work... Klein’s belly, there was a fear that the boss was caught by the head boss.

He turned and asked:

“Which sequence is the instructor? What is the organization of the Gnosis?”

Instructing others to kill each other is a way for Tries to eliminate the hidden dangers of potions, or is it a need for promotion?

Dunn thought for a few seconds:

"Exactly, it is time for you to get in touch with the information of the extraordinary and hidden organizations. Don't always be directed by the old Neil to see the historical documents."

Captain, the reason you invite me to come in is not to want a "historical expert"? Klein did not dare to point out the problem and nodded seriously:

"Ok."

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