Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 13: Frightened Quinn
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Chowod District, 15 Minsk Street.
The full-bodied Klein sits on an easy chair in the living room, with a charcoal-burning fireplace beside him.
In an environment as warm as early summer, he wore a white shirt, black vest and thin trousers, spread his hands over the newspaper, and turned to the version with the most small advertisements.
"A new type of transportation, urgently in need of investment, specific negotiable ..." Klein meditated twice, reaching for a pencil from the dark red small round table next to it and encircling the message.
If tomorrow does not entrust the door, he intends to go to see if the so-called new transportation has investment value.
—— This kind of thing cannot be pre-divination because of lack of sufficient information.
"Hope is a bicycle-like product ..." Klein just murmured to himself, suddenly echoing the layers of imaginary plea.
Who? Miss Justice? Mister Hanged Man? Sun classmates? Or someone in the Beckland bank who copied my password? The thought of Klein flashed, and he put down the newspaper and went back to the bedroom, locking the door instead.
Reverse four steps and enter above the grey mist. He saw the edge of the old mottled bronze long table and the side of the Fool seat. There was a clear brilliance in a circle.
Experienced Klein sat down calmly and spread out spirituality, touching the ripples of light in a gesture of responding to the request.
The scene in front of him changes horribly, showing a set of fuzzy sofas with a petite woman curled up wearing a trainee knight uniform costume.
I did n’t copy the password ... I was looking at a piece of paper ... Klein suddenly woke up and figured out the reason for the matter:
"She should be one of the two Extraordinary mentioned by Miss Justice that I need to examine ..."
After more than ten seconds of pondering, Klein did not really respond, intending to take this step in the middle of the night, and then examine her character and ability from the other party ’s reaction, attitude and handling methods.
Of course, he will never force others to join Tarot Society.
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"Fool of another era ..." After reading the ancient Hermes language's Quinn for a few seconds, back bounced and sat upright.
It seems that it may be esteemed name of hidden existence! She realized this in horror.
And her mysticism common sense and all the rumors heard told her:
Once chanting the complete esteemed name of a certain hidden existence, that often means attracting the attention of the other party!
The probability of this kind of gaze will not be wonderful, and may even be miserable!
A lot of those secret existences are the incarnations of Evil Gods and Devils!
And I still recite with unprotected ancient Hermes language ... I ’m so stupid, why should I discern with heart and meditate in earnest ... Quinn looks around in fear, and fears that a monster that cannot be described by words can suddenly appear in a quiet house.
item one by one, such as sofas, coffee tables, cabinets, dining tables, chairs, oil paintings, etc., came into her eyes without any changes.
Being vigilant for tens of seconds, Quinn relaxed a little and comforted himself:
"Do n’t be afraid, do n’t be afraid, I just read esteemed name and did n’t receive the follow-up prayer mantra."
"This is an incomplete ritual and should not attract attention."
"And that esteemed name is not small, it may be translated by the owner of the paper according to the special symbol Great Emperor Russel's, which may not be correct."
"But, I heard that if Evil Gods and Devils is interested, even if the ceremony is incomplete, it will respond ... I'm so stupid, really ..." Thinking about it, Quinn cried and lost face again, feeling myself Made a serious mistake.
After waiting a few more minutes, seeing no clear response, Quinn drummed his cheeks and slowly sighed.
She clipped the paper back to the book "Ruen Kingdom Aristocratic History", and entered the bathroom with a slightly heavy mood, unscrewed the faucet, and planned to wake up with cold water.
Wow!
Nearly transparent water flows down, Quinn lowers back, stretches out his palms, and holds a little.
She was about to apply cold water to her face, and the afterglow in the corner of her eyes suddenly saw a long, slightly curly brown hair in the mirror.
And she is shoulder-to-shoulder, messy yellow haired.
Between Huo Ran, the Quinn root hair brush stands up.
She pressed hard under her feet, supported her hands, and suddenly popped back, turning her body halfway, and slamming her elbow.
Pap!
She leaned on a warm body and hit the other person with a familiar scream and fell to the ground.
Quinn stopped the follow-up action, and looked at his friend who was holding his belly, rolling in pain and tears.
The corner of her mouth twitched unconsciously:
"Forsi, when did you come back?"
Forsi didn't answer immediately. After a while, he slowly stood up against the wall and complained:
"I just came back, Quinn, are you crazy? Do it without seeing it clearly! Put on such a heavy hand!"
"Where did you come in?" Quinn asked awkwardly.
"Putted in through the bathroom window, why, is there a problem? As a Apprentice, it's normal behavior without a key." Forsi replied straightforwardly.
Quinn immediately straightened back and pushed all the responsibilities back:
"Then why don't you go through the door? You just scared me!"
Forsi blinked and said:
"It's a half-circle. It's too much trouble. I'm used to walking in a straight line."
She paused and wondered: "However, Quinn, is your reaction too intense?"
Quinn struggled between losing face and losing life for three seconds, and answered frankly:
"Because, because I made a mistake, a fatal mistake."
"What's wrong?" Forsi asked, rubbing his belly, dazed and concerned.
Quinn quickly found himself in the middle of the book cover, found a piece of stale paper, and accidentally identified the ancient Hermes language mantra that was suspected of a hidden existence esteemed name.
"You, your mind? Yes, it should be okay, the ceremony is not complete, and who knows whether it is true ..." Forsi looked around, and somehow felt a bit chilly.
She followed Quinn back to the living room, saw the yellowed paper, saw the special symbol Mister Russell above and the ancient Hermes language.
At a glance, professional mysticism researcher Forsi lightly nodded and said:
"Not the Evil Gods and Devils and hidden existence I know, the problem is not big."
"And nothing has happened so far, indicating that there should be nothing wrong."
Seeing Quinn relax, she thought of the pain in her stomach and added "maliciously":
"Of course, what is really going to happen, with our ability, we can't save ourselves."
Quinn's complexion turned white and blurted out:
"Forsi, we are together tonight, forget it, I still sleep by myself ..."
Forsi raised his eyebrows, laughed: "Well, do n’t worry, you think, I hear strange whispers every full moon, but there are no signs of madness or runaway."
"Um ... let ’s study three other books. If we have the same paper and mantra, it ’s probably a Viscount Gleylit prank."
The two of them quickly turned over books such as "Heraldic Studies" and checked them carefully. No additional findings were found.
Quinn looks at Forsi, Forsi looks at Quinn, the atmosphere has become condensed again.
"Or, tonight we dive into the mass hall of Church of Saint Samuel to sleep?" Quinn proposed unexpectedly.
This is the headquarters of Goddess of the Night church Beckland church.
"Why not Church of Saint Thiran? I don't think Goddess of the Night will bless me ..." Forsi replied subconsciously.
That is the headquarters of God of Steam and Mechanics church Beckland church, in St George District, adjacent to many large factories in the southeast.
Two ladies with different beliefs fell into silence again, after a while, Forsi sighed:
"And that will make us stared at by Night Watcher, or Heart of Mechanics, which may be the purpose of that hidden existence."
"Okay, go to sleep and wait until tomorrow to know the answer. If nothing happens by then, it means that it ’s really no problem."
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In the middle of the night, the not perfect scarlet moon is covered by dark clouds, and the Beckland sky has rarely seen bright stars.
Klein instinctively woke up, got out of bed, and entered above the grey mist.
Sitting on the high back chair that belongs to Fool, he is ready to respond to the companion of Miss Justice and let the matter enter the "examination process".
At this moment, he suddenly had a new idea:
Maybe you can try to pull people into above the grey mist in this situation!
The lady should have fallen asleep. Even if my attempt succeeded, she would probably think it was just a clearer dream afterwards ... Um ... If it succeeded, she would break it in time and prevent her from seeing her surroundings Scene ...
After repeated scrutiny for a while, Klein reached out and pointed at the aperture that was constantly rippling to establish a connection.
All of a sudden, he just feels that his spirituality is madly pouring, causing the whole above the grey mist mysterious space to tremble slightly.
When Klein thought that his spirituality would be completely drained, everything calmed down, and a blurry and distorted figure appeared on the edge of the bronze long table.
Quinn opened his eyes heavily in sleepiness, saw the boundless grey mist, saw an ancient high back chair, and saw the black shadow overlooking him.
Klein was very happy, and immediately cut off the contact according to the planned plan.
The hazy, petite figure disappeared, but there was a deep red illusory star in the gray mist.
Klein looked at this scene and confirmed one thing, that is, as long as someone recites his name, he can pull the other party into above the grey mist, and the crimson stars belong to the establishment of a solid connection.
"But there are certain limitations. With my current strength, at most, I can establish a connection ... Um ... According to the experience just now, my current spirituality level can at most pull in a Extraordinary that is a sequence higher than me. And it may not be possible. It is just a preliminary judgment. The sequence or lower with me is no problem ... "Klein thought with satisfaction.
He does n’t need to respond separately. The previous attempt was enough.
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Swapping the floor, Quinn in his sleep sat up.
She has been worried about the hidden dangers of chanting esteemed name. She didn't sleep long before she ended up dreaming of a mysterious space and dreaming of looks at's own grey mist figure.
The dream is so clear that it makes Quinn feel scared.
She looked at the sleeping Forsi beside her eyes, trembling and thinking:
"Is it a nightmare caused by fear, or is it because of hidden existence's gaze, that there are evil spirits?"
"Well ... there is a party in the Extraordinary circle tomorrow night. In addition to buying formula, I also have to find someone who is good at exorcizing and purifying."