Lord of the Mysteries

Chapter 67: "Respond"

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The blushing moon at high altitude hangs quietly in the darkness, shining in the city of Tingen, which is gradually falling into silence.

Klein stood at the desk and looked down at the cold, uninhabited daffodil street through the belly window. He heard the carriage in the distance flying fast and without passing.

He picked up the silver-white pocket watch with a vine pattern, slammed it open, glanced at it, then reached out and pulled the curtains together to make the yellow light of the gas lamp more reflected 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 night scenes that gave birth to many folk stories.

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

He saved his spirit, and according to the previous practice, let the spirituality spray out through the tip of the knife, and let them follow the movement of themselves, and the environment is wonderfully combined to seal the room.

This is an abnormal fluctuation that may occur under the defense, and he is afraid that Benson and Melissa will be awakened.

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

Unchanging screams and whispers, constant madness and pain, he tried to control himself, and in the almost half confused state, he passed the most difficult and dangerous stage.

The gray mist is boundless, the deep red "star" is far or near, and the temple is like a dead giant. Klein's eyes are nothing compared to the past. There are thousands of years of silence and ancient accumulation. Blowing in the face.

No, there are still changes! Klein silently talked to himself, staring at a deep red "star" in the vicinity.

That is the star that symbolizes "justice"!

The deep red of this "star" has contracted and expanded in succession, but the extent is not large, but it persists.

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

When the two had just contacted, his mind suddenly snorted, saw a blurry and distorted picture, and heard an illusory and overlapping prayer:

"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."

......

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

......

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

......

The voice of women continued to reverberate, and the layers of interlacing, Klein's spirit became irritated and messy, just like just wanting to fall asleep, but heard the upstairs on the floor and the floor to quarrel.

He pressed his emotions, healed the impulses with meditation, and carefully recognized the blurred picture that appeared in front of his eyes.

It was a girl in a white robe with a soft, shiny blonde hair. She stood in front of the swaying fire of the four groups, respecting her head and mourning.

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

At this time, he completely confirmed that the ritual mantra he had conceived could be pointed precisely here, pointing to himself!

This made him full of sense of accomplishment and felt that he was very effective in exploring from nothing.

I don't boast of it... Klein's mood is getting better, and the praying voice that flies in the ear is acceptable.

In his heart, he tried to pass the "answer" outlined in his mind to the "dark red" star through the subtle connection:

"I know."

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

The layers of fog in front of the eyes are diffuse, and a distorted and blurred figure stands in the deepest part.

His eyes are swaying in deep red, and his voice is constantly echoing in an empty world:

"I know."

"I know."

"I know."

......

Audrey Hall suddenly woke up, and she was sitting up, and her mind was full of dreams.

She clearly knows that she dreams of a fool, the mysterious fool above the fog!

“Is this a response to my early morning prayers?” Audrey, who quickly entered the “audience” state, calmly analyzed.

Although she did not understand why the fool did not respond on the spot, she had to wait until the night, but it was still effective by the ritual magic, and was deeply shocked by the usefulness of those spells.

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

Even if Mr. Fool is still not a god, it should be similar... Audrey took a slow breath and slowly spit it out.

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

“First, thoroughly digest the ‘spectator’ potion... my ‘play’ is not bad.”

"Second, look for a psychological alchemy."

"Third, see if you can get the potion formula of the 'reader' from Mr. Fool, or the clue of the psychological alchemy."

"However, every godly existence has its own complete sequence chain, not necessarily knowing the formula of other sequence pathways... The new extraordinary organization of the psychological alchemy club is not necessarily qualified to receive the attention of Mr. Fool... ..."

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

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

He was covered in fog, leaning back against the back of the chair, holding his fists against his mouth, recalling and examining the process.

At this time, the world of this fog, only one of his creatures, in addition to this, silent and silent.

"It seems that I can only pass on the information in the past, and I can't use this to mobilize the power here... It seems that my previous tricks didn't work." Klein kept scornful and silently summed up.

His original intention was that if the mantra and ritual of the design were effective, then try to use this method to bind himself and the foggy world together, thus inciting the power of this mysterious space.

At that time, he can pray to himself, so as to circumvent restrictions, mysteries and dangers, and make fuller use of the foggy world.

For example, he can hold a ritual first, pray to the "self" for the gift of the spell, then, enter the fog, and respond to this prayer and give gifts.

"It seems that I still think too beautiful... I don't know much about the world of this foggy world..." Kline shook his head and prepared to leave.

At this moment, he saw that the deep red "star" symbolizing "upside down" began to shrink and expand, and heard the illusory and invisible sound circled.

"I just happened to meet the ‘hanging man’ ceremony?” Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He sat on the top of the bronze long table and reached out to the "star".

The spirit spreads out and touches the deep red that shrinks and expands.

He heard the inconspicuous and overlapping prayers of "upside down people" and saw blurred pictures.

In the picture, "upside down people" wearing pure black robes, standing before the four groups of fire, surrounded by spirituality into a wall, separated from the external influence.

Klein didn't respond immediately, so he looked quietly and listened quietly.

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

"I pray for your help."

......

The "upside down man" prayed for completion, waited for a moment, and saw no response, began to lift the spiritual wall, extinguish the flame, and clean up the altar.

At the end of the day, he reached out and the water filled the table, and the table that served as the altar was immediately renewed.

"Water-based spells... the gift of the storm... 'The hanging man' is indeed, at least, the 'voyager'..." Klein slightly decapitated, passing the "response" into the way before the picture disappeared. The group is deep red.

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

Alger Wilson is in the "generous city" of the capital of the Rhodes Islands.

He did not go to the famous "Red Theater" with the crew, but stayed in the hotel, closed the doors and windows, and tried the ritual described by the fool.

After completing the prayers, Alger patiently waited for a while, but did not receive any response.

"It seems that this attempt is not very successful... Mr. Fool has to change the way..." He was glad and thought with a little disappointment.

After handling the follow-up, Alger intends to go downstairs to have a cup of "strong anger" - alcohol helps to play the "furious people" ability, so the "storm master" punters are quite fond of this "drink ".

When he opened the door, Alger was just about to step out. He saw a flower in front of him, and saw an illusory and innocent fog on the corridor. He saw a blurred figure sitting in the deepest part, like sitting on the throne of the high.

"I know." The familiar and low voice echoed invisibly in Alger's ear, leaving him in the same place, his head slightly hurt.

Alger’s eyes turned deep, and then looked around, only to find that everything was the same as before. It’s still the floor that will slam on the floor. It’s still a wall candlestick, it’s still not too clean. .

I know... Alger’s ear seems to have a sound echoing.

His face sank and his fist hit the chest, but he could not say the words of the Lord of the Storm.

Silence for a long time, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his eyes were deep and deep.

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

Above the fog, Klein didn't delay for too long. When the residual sounds were all calm, he wrapped himself in spirit, fell into the fog, and fell into the material world.

The light and shadow of the eyes flashed fast, like a few dozen times of fast-moving movie pictures. After a stun of Klein's head, he saw the curtains with blushing moonlight and saw the desk and bookshelf with a silhouette.

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

Seeing that his brother Benson and his sister Melissa had no movements, he completely relaxed.

"This 'transportation ceremony' is a must-have for home travel... and hidden and magical..." Klein whispered silently, closing the door again and heading for bed.

His "task" for tomorrow is an underground trading market with extraordinary Neil to go to extraordinary items.

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