" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era... Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog... The King of Yellow and Black who holds good fortune..." Audrey Hall read these three descriptions aloud, and a storm suddenly surged in her heart, making it impossible for her to maintain the state of " Spectator ".
As a lover of the occult, before she was pulled into this Gray Fog, although she had not formally come into contact with extraordinary powers, she would still exchange information about things she knew, whether true or false, when she met with fellow nobles who shared the same interests. She would also learn the Hermes used in rituals and try some of the rituals that others talked about.
None of the rituals had any effect, but they did give Audrey some understanding of formatted incantations.
Therefore, she clearly understood what the Fool's three-part description represented in other rituals:
That represents, that points to, seven gods who look down upon the entire world!
It is almost equivalent to " the Lady of Crimson, the Mother of Concealment, the Empress of Misfortune and Horror "!
Was Mr. The Fool the unknown, Concealment, and powerful being that Glaint and the others had mentioned? Was he a source of danger that had to be carefully avoided in the ritual? Audrey quickly recalled the sighs of her friends when they wanted to try certain strange rituals but dared not, and for a moment she was speechless.
Alger Wilson, trembled with a deep sense of dread.
"If the Ritualistic Magic devised by the Fool can truly be directed at him, allowing him to receive our request, then we must address him with the honorific 'He,' using this third-person respectful term to describe deities and similar beings..."
"How lucky I am! How wise I am! I've been very cooperative throughout, haven't done anything foolish, and even when I tested the waters, it was all within reasonable limits..."
"He might be some ancient, Concealment, terrifying being, only he hasn't appeared before us in his original form or with his true name... the Primordial Demoness, the Hidden Sage, or the True Creator worshipped by several mysterious cults?"
Alger understood that the Fool he was seeing might not be his true form, and that the other might not even have a gender or be humanoid.
Klein rubbed his forehead with one hand and tapped the edge of the bronze table with the other, keenly sensing the changes in " The Hanged Man " and " Justice ".
But he pretended nothing had happened, acting as if everything was as expected, and continued speaking to himself:
I beg for your help.
I pray for your favor.
I pray that you will grant me a sweet dream.
"Deep Sleep Flower, herb of the Red Moon, please transfer your power to my incantation."
"Hand-held citron, herb of the Sun, please transfer your power to my incantation."
He described the incantation, which belonged to a different format, line by line, and then smiled and said:
"Madam, sir, have you remembered?"
"Ah..." Audrey gasped softly, quickly covering her mouth as she began to recall the events.
Thanks to the " Spectator's" powerful memory, she quickly finished Record and repeated them aloud for confirmation.
Alger, on the other hand, acted much more normally; no matter what he was thinking, his pen never stopped moving.
After confirming Audrey's Record, Klein smiled slightly and said:
"If this attempt succeeds, then next time we can slightly modify the incantation to achieve our desired result."
"I hope you can complete this ceremony no later than Wednesday."
He planned to go back in on Thursday night to confirm whether the Ritualistic Magic had worked.
The reason Klein didn't have " The Hanged Man " and " Justice " directly request "absence" was because Klein worried that it wouldn't be possible to distinguish whether they genuinely wanted to "ask for leave" or were simply trying out Ritualistic Magic. Would they be pulled in or not?
"As you wish," Audrey and Alger composed themselves and replied respectfully.
"As the Hanged Man suggested last time, the important business is followed by a chat. Who wants to start?" Klein gestured for him to begin.
Audrey hesitated for a moment and said:
"Mr. The Fool, your suggestions last time regarding examinations and the separation of administrative and political affairs have been well-received by many members of parliament. Perhaps they could actually become a reality. Of course, given the efficiency of the Kingdom's government, the plan is unlikely to be available for at least six months."
She wasn't worried that the " The Hanged Man " would discover her identity through this incident, because she had only casually hinted at it, leading those proud ladies to believe that their exceptional intelligence had played a role, making them eager to boast to their husbands, their fathers, and their brothers.
At that moment, Audrey felt as if she were seeing golden peacocks displaying their plumage.
She believed that the ladies would constantly Psychological Suggestion themselves that the credit for the event belonged to them, completely forgetting their own role, and arguing with each other about who first brought it up.
Using this ingenious method to change the kingdom's situation gave Audrey a strange sense of accomplishment, as if she had found a way for " the Spectator " to influence the plot.
"I hope so," Alger, the " The Hanged Man," replied sarcastically.
He paused for a few seconds, glanced at the Fool at the head of the bronze table, and carefully chose his words:
"In recent decades, the activities of various Concealment organizations have been on the rise, and several new, large-scale organizations with considerable power have even emerged."
Are you trying to find out the reason from me? I haven't even started looking into the "illegal organization's" information yet... Klein just smiled, not commenting on the " The Hanged Man " news, and instead said ambiguously...
"Some ancient forces are awakening."
For example, the power represented by the Antigonus Family Notebook...
"Is that so..." Alger muttered to himself, as if he had thought of something.
Klein glanced at the " The Hanged Man," then at " Justice," and said with a smile:
"If there's nothing else to share, then let's call it a day."
"As you wish." Audrey and Alger stood up simultaneously.
Klein slid his finger, severing the connection with the crimson star, and watched the two figures disappear into the majestic hall.
He stood up and moved to the back of his high-backed chair, which was the seat at the head of the long bronze table, and looked at the constellation symbols there.
The glittering stars connected to form a strange symbol, a symbol outside the scope of Klein's current knowledge of occultism.
He examined it carefully for a while and saw the " Pupil-less Eye " symbolizing Concealment, and the " Line of Distortion " symbolizing change. Each of them was missing a part, and they overlapped to form new symbolic symbols.
"Incomplete Concealment, incomplete changes... what does that all mean?" Klein frowned and muttered, unable to come up with an answer for the moment.
He withdrew his gaze and walked around the magnificent, ancient temple, his eyes taking in every corner.
"I just came up with this idea casually at the time, and only gave a rough concept without describing the shapes of the palace, the long table, and the chairs in detail... So what are their shapes based on? An optimal choice? An initial template? Or a mapping of reality?" As Klein looked at it, he suddenly thought of a question he had overlooked before.
Alas, I must admit that as a keyboard warrior, I am indeed inexperienced and not perceptive enough in many things, so much so that I am slow to realize things... With this self-reflection, Klein carefully examined the area above the Gray Fog and around the temple, but found no other creatures or anything else strange.
As for the more distant, seemingly boundless, illusory places, he dared not venture there for the time being, fearing he might get completely lost there.
"Phew, this place is indeed full of mystery... I wonder if there will be any new changes when I become stronger..." Klein sighed, unleashing his Spirituality to envelop himself and simulate the feeling of rapid descent.
Everything passed by quickly, the various illusions shattered, and he pierced through the gray mist to see the real world, including his desk, curtains, and coat rack in his bedroom.
Backlund, Queens Borough.
Audrey saw the oil painting hanging on the wall and felt the softness of the velvet pillow.
She didn't get up immediately, but instead savored the day's gathering, as if watching a play being re-enacted.
"When Mr. The Fool said he was trying that ritual, when he gave descriptive incantations like 'Mysterious Ruler' and 'King of Yellow and Black, ' his tone was confident... confident..." Audrey, who was silently analyzing, suddenly gasped, her body trembling slightly.
Well, since there's no way to fight it, then let's not even think about it... Mr. The Fool has always acted very kindly, so he must be a lawful being... Audrey's mood quickly improved as she thought about her Acting and the slight backlash from the Potion.
She hummed a lighthearted melody, got off the bed, walked towards the door, and deliberately adjusted her posture to become an " Spectator."
As she opened the door, she saw the maid passing by across the street. She noticed the calluses on the maid's hands, the sunspots on her face, and many other similar details, which allowed her to deduce quite a bit about the situation.
Just then, Audrey suddenly sensed something and quickly turned her head to look at the dark corner away from the balcony.
She saw Susie, the golden retriever, crouching there, quietly observing her, just as she observed the maid.
Goddess... Audrey's lips twitched, she wanted to cover her face and let out a long sigh.
In the heavily guarded captain's cabin at sea in the Sonia Sea.
When Alger regained consciousness, he found that nothing had changed around him, as if nothing had ever happened.
He sighed and muttered to himself:
"An ancient being?"
Having left the ceremony behind, Klein drew back the curtains, took out his notebook, and began writing once more.
He recalled the contents of several of Emperor Roselle's diaries, using such Record to reinforce his impressions and prevent future forgetting.
After he finished writing it down, he looked at it again and again, but in the end he tore up the notes he had written down from memory and burned them completely.
Doing this once a week should prevent me from forgetting the key points... However, as time goes on, the task will become increasingly heavy... Unfortunately, there's no other good way for the time being; I haven't studied cryptography... Klein gathered his thoughts, stretched his neck, and decided to go out to the Divination Club.
--The standard for a " Seer " varies from person to person, and no one can say that someone else is definitely Error. Therefore, Klein does not know what kind of " Seer " is most suitable for the needs of the " Potion ". He can only determine it by correcting it through repeated practice!