Lord of the Mysteries Chapter 67: “Response”
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The high altitude scarlet moon hangs quietly in the darkness, shining on the City of Universities Thengen City that gradually returns to silence.
Klein stands in front of the desk, looking down at the cold and unmanned Narcissus Flower Street through the bay window, and hears a horse-drawn carriage passing by in the distance without noise.
He picked up the silver-and-white pocket watch with branch patterns, snapped it open, glanced at it, and then reached out to draw the curtains together, so that the yellowish light of the gas lamp was reflected more in the bedroom.
Klein turned around quickly, locked the door and closed the gate valve.
The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, and only a slight scarlet moon light through the curtains brought color, bringing a deep night scene that bred many folk stories.
In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife applied for, outlined the sphere of light in his mind, and entered the state of semi-meditation in advance.
He saved his energy, and according to the previous practice, let spirituality spray out through the tip of the knife, and let them follow their movements, and marvelously combine with the environment to seal the room.
He is an abnormal fluctuation that may appear under precautions, etc., and is afraid that Benson and Melissa will be awakened.
Next, Klein put down the knife and took four steps counterclockwise, each step accompanied by a spell from the earth.
The constant screams and murmurs strike, the constant madness and pain add up, and he tries his best to control himself, and has survived the most difficult and dangerous stage in a nearly semi-confusing state.
The gray mist is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, the towering temple stands like a dead giant, everything in front of the Klein has no change compared with the past, the silence accumulated over thousands of years Face up with the ancients.
No, there are still changes! Klein muttered to himself silently, his eyes locked on a crimson "star" located nearby.
That is a star symbolizing Justice!
The deep red of this "star" shrinks and expands one after another, the amplitude is not large, but perseverance.
Klein carefully unfolded spirituality and spread towards the crimson.
When the two had just come into contact, his brain buzzed with Haydn, he saw a blurry and distorted picture, and heard the imaginary and overlapping prayer sound:
"Fool of another era;"
"you are the mysterious ruler of above the grey mist;"
"you are the King of Yellow and Black that controls the luck."
"I pray for your help."
"I pray for your care."
"I pray for you to let me have a good dream."
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"I pray for you to let me have a good dream."
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"I pray for you to let me have a good dream."
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Women ’s voice reverberates, interleaved, and the Klein's spirit becomes irritable and messy, just as if he just wanted to fall asleep, but heard the upper floor pounding the table and arguing.
He restrained his emotions and smoothed the impulse with the method of meditation, carefully recognizing the blurry picture emerging in front of him.
It was a girl in a white robe with soft and bright blond hair. She stood in front of the swaying fire, bowing her head with respect and chanting.
From the distorted picture, Klein barely recognized this as Miss Justice.
At this time, he fully confirmed that the ritual mantra he had conceived could point here precisely and to himself!
It filled him with a sense of accomplishment, and felt that his exploration from scratch was very effective.
I do n’t boast about it ... Klein is in a better mood. I just feel that prayer sound hovering around in the ear like a fly becomes acceptable.
With a move in his heart, he tried to pass the "answer" outlined in his mind to the "deep red" star through that delicate connection:
"I got it."
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The layers of grey mist in front of you are diffuse, and a twisted and blurred figure stands at the deepest point.
His eyes were crimson, his voice echoed in the empty world:
"I got it."
"I got it."
"I got it."
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Audrey Hall woke up suddenly, and he was sitting up, with the pictures he had just dreamed of in his mind.
She knows clearly that her dream is Fool, the mysterious Fool that is high in above the grey mist!
"This is a response to my morning prayer?" Audrey, who soon entered the Audience state, calmly analyzed.
Although she did n’t understand why Fool did n’t respond on the spot, she had to wait until the night, but she was still valid by the magical ceremony and was deeply shocked by the usefulness of those spells.
In the past, she prayed to Goddess of the Night, but she never got a response!
If Mister Fool is not God, it should be similar ... Audrey slowly took a deep breath, and slowly spit out.
Since the other party is a powerful presence that ca n’t resist, she quickly throws some worries aside and begins to think about what to do next:
"First, completely digest Audience magical medicine ... my" play "is pretty good."
"Second, look for Psychology Alchemy Union."
"Third, see if you can get the magical medicine formula of 《Heart Reader》 from Mister Fool, or the clue of Psychology Alchemy Union."
"However, every God-like existence has its own complete sequence chain. It is not necessary to know the formula of other sequence path ... Psychology Alchemy Union is a new and extraordinary organization, and it is not necessarily eligible to receive the attention of Mister Fool ... "
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Disengaged, Klein sat down at the top of the bronze long table in a good mood.
He covered grey mist all over, leaning back against the back of the chair, holding his fist against his mouth, recalling and examining the process just now.
At this time, in this grey mist world, only he is a creature, and besides, it is 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 won't work." Klein keeps rubbing his mouth lightly and summing up silently.
His original intention was that if the designed spells and rituals were effective, he would try to use this method to tie himself and World of Grey Mist together to pry the power of this mysterious space.
When the time comes, he can pray to himself, so that he can circumvent restrictions, mysteries, and dangers and use World of Grey Mist more fully.
For example, he can hold a ritual to pray for the gift of "self", and then, enter above the grey mist, respond to this request, and give gifts.
"It seems that I still think too beautifully ... My knowledge and mastery of this piece of World of Grey Mist is far from that level ..." Klein shook his head and laughed, ready to leave.
At this moment, he saw that the crimson "star" symbolizing Hanged Man also began to shrink and expand, and he heard an unreal and invisible sound tumbling in circles.
"Just happened to meet" Hanged Man "for the ceremony?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He sat at the top of the long bronze table and reached out to the star.
spirituality spread out and touched the crimson that was shrinking and expanding.
He heard Hanged Man ’s low and overlapping prayers, and saw the blurry picture.
In the picture, Hanged Man is wearing a pure black robe, standing in front of the four groups of firelights, and surrounding spirituality forms a wall, separated from the outside influence.
Klein did not immediately respond, so just quietly looks at, listening quietly.
"... you are the King of Yellow and Black that controls the luck."
"I pray for your help."
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Hanged Man prayed, and waited for a moment. When there was no response, he started to disarm spirituality wall, extinguish the flames, and clean up the altar.
At the end, he reached out and the water filled the water, and the table serving as an altar was instantly renewed.
"Water-based spell ... The gift of the storm ..." Hanged Man "is indeed, at least Mariner ..." Klein nodded slightly, before the screen disappeared, according to the expected way, the "response" was passed into the deep red .
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Argel Wilson is in City of Generosity, the capital of the Rhosid archipelago.
He did n’t go to the famous Red Theatre with the crew, but stayed in the hotel, closed the doors and windows, and tried the ritual described by Fool.
The prayer was completed in a familiar manner. Argel waited patiently for a while, but received no response.
"It seems that this attempt was not very successful ... Mister Fool has to change the way ..." He was thinking fortunately and slightly disappointed.
After handling the follow-up, Argel intends to go downstairs and ask for a cup of "Leng Langqi"-alcohol helps to exert the ability of "Violent Citizen", so Justice Enforcer of Lord of Storms like this "drink" quite.
Opening the door, Argel was just about to walk out, and there was a flower in front of him. I saw the imaginary and boundless grey mist above the corridor. I saw a blurred figure sitting at the deepest end, just like sitting on the throne above.
"I know." A familiar and deep voice echoed invisibly to Argel's ears, leaving him stunned, and his head felt a little pain.
The pupils Huo Ran of Argel turned deeper, and then looked around, but found that everything is the same as before. It is still the floor that will creak when you step on it. It is still the old wall candlestick, which is still not too clean. corridor.
I see ... Argel's ears seem to be echoing.
His face became heavy, and he punched his chest lightly, but he failed to say respect for Lord of Storms.
Silent for a long time, Argel's expression returned to normal, but his eyes were deeper.
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above the grey mist, Klein didn't delay too long. When all the remaining voices were calm, he wrapped himself with spirituality, and fell into grey mist, into the material world.
The light and shadow flickered quickly in front of my eyes, just like the movie screen of dozens of times faster playback. After the Klein head was dizzy, I saw the curtains through the scarlet moonlight and saw the desk and bookshelf with a hazy outline.
He picked up the silver knife again and lifted the spirituality wall of the room. Then in a sudden wind, he quietly opened the door and looked at the corridor.
After seeing that there was no movement in the room of brother Benson and sister Melissa, he completely relaxed.
"This‘ Luck Reversal Ceremony ’is simply a must-have for home travel ... It ’s hidden and magical ...” Klein whispered silently, closing the door again and walking towards the bed.
His “task” tomorrow is to go to the extraordinary item underground trading market with Old Neil.