The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 181

Klein was in no hurry to remove the wall of spirituality when he returned to his room. Instead, he expertly took out a candle infused with sandalwood and placed it in the middle of his desk.

He then followed the steps of the ritual, lighting candles with his spirituality and spreading the essence, extracts, and herbs of herbal powder that symbolized good luck and mystery. He saw flames alternating between dull and bright as he inhaled the scent of peace and harmony.

Klein took two steps back and looked at the candle on the table. He then shouted in a giant language, "I!"

After a pause, he turned to Hermes, "I call my name:

"The Fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; the Yellow and Black King who has luck."

At that moment, the twinkling flames fused with a harmonious fragrance to form an illusionary vortex, a vortex that manically absorbed spirituality.

After Klein finished reciting the spell, the vortex stabilized into a circle of grayish-white mist the size of a palm.

After observing the fog, Klein took four counter-clockwise steps without hesitation. He returned to the world above the mist, and as he had expected, he saw ripples of light spread out from his high reclining chair, which was, accentuate the mysterious aura of the strange symbol—Eyes Without Pupils and partially wrinkled lines—in his chair.

He took a deep breath and calmed his soul using Cogitation before extending his hand towards the target.

At that moment, he heard the spell he had just read. He saw a surging spirituality and rippling light converge to form an illusionary door.

Compared to the previous time, the door was now completely formed and engraved full of mysterious patterns!

The pattern was the same as the symbol on the back of the seat of the Foolish One, a symbol consisting of the Pupiless Eye and a partially wrinkled line!

As he looked at the door, Klein focused his mind and left the door open.

Without warning, ripples formed in the eternal grayish-white mist and the majestic palace, like stones thrown into a peaceful pond. Ripples spread out towards the Summoning Door.

The sound of heavy friction caused by friction suddenly sounded. A crack appeared on the heavy and mysterious door. Outside of it, one could vaguely see an extremely dark world, filled with countless transparent figures. There were also stripes of different colors, sparkling splendors that held infinite knowledge.

At that moment, Klein felt an unimaginable and irresistible pulling power coming from behind the door. He could not help but be pulled in that direction.

Goddamn bum! Did you not give me a choice? As he had that alarming thought, his body went through a crack and disappeared into the darkness behind the door.

The dizzying maniac's roar gradually subsided. Klein finally realized.

He saw a young man in front of him. The man was wearing an old shirt, had black hair, brown eyes, and average-looking facial features. The man had an average body, slightly thin, but his body seemed to hide a considerable amount of strength. He also had a clear attitude from a scholar.

… Isn't that me? Klein was no stranger to scenes like this. He found something like this every time he looked in the mirror.

He nodded indiscriminately and observed his surroundings. He looked at his bed with white sheets covering it. He saw his half hat, tuxedo, and black jacket hanging on his clothes rack. He looked at the bookshelf with quite a lot of books, his neat table only had one candle on it. He saw the candle flame emitting a grayish-white light.

And now, he floated in front of a circle of grayish-white mist the size of a palm.

So, am I really calling myself? It feels a bit like an out of body experience, but there is also something a little different. Klein looked at his physical body, toward his empty empty eyes and immersed in deep thought.

But he was finally able to confirm one thing: only his soul, also known as his Spirit Body in mysticism, was heading into the world of fog. Its outer appearance was Astral Projection.

No wonder if I could directly look at the surfaces of Astral Projection Justice, The Hanged Man, and The Sun and ascertain whether they were Beyonders or not when I was in a world above the fog. I can also guess their sequence number.My physical body seems to be under some kind of protection, perhaps from the power of the ritual, for me to stand with such stability and not lose balance. It should have been the same for Miss Justice and the others. Klein slowly got used to the current situation and started analyzing the condition of his physical body and soul.

He retracted his gaze and tried to move his soul, now fusing with the power of the mysterious space.

Whooshing sound!

A cold wind started blowing, as it revolved around the room. Klein enjoyed the sensation of flying, happily making a circle inside the room.

I can also take on the role of "messenger" in this city right now. I wonder if I can bring physical items with me. He calmed down and stopped. He floated in the air and experimented with his other abilities.

He tried to take the notebook off his bookshelf, but his hand passed through it.

It felt a little sticky, unlike moving in the air.I might be able to grab it once I became stronger and could better utilize the mysterious power of the world over the gray fog. Klein once again tried to grab a piece of paper but to no avail.

After more than ten seconds of consideration, he flew towards the clothes rack and extended his transparent hand into the pocket of his black jacket. He touched the Sleeping Spell and Requiem Spell which he refilled from the successful claim.

They are objects infused with their own spirituality, different from ordinary objects in the supernatural. Therefore, Klein wanted to see if he could take her.

Her spirituality was not strong enough. Klein thought as he moved towards the other pocket. The pocket kept the Blazing Sun Spell he had created with stolen power from his own holy blood and spirituality.

The warm sensation quickly spread throughout his body, making his form turn more stable and his mind clearer.

He could take out a thin piece of gold from his pocket. In the mirror in her room, the charm seemed to float out of the pocket by itself, similar to the description in a ghost story.

I can move the Blazing Sun Spell.I can also make a sound using my spirituality.So I have a certain ability in this condition.Klein flew towards the mirror and stopped in front of him. He saw that only thin pieces of gold were reflected off. In addition, only the furniture and darkness in the room caused by the curtains are drawn.

After a few seconds of consideration, he placed the Blazing Sun Spell onto the bed before returning to the front of the mirror. He wanted to see if he could move through the mirror.

His vision became dark. Klein's point of view suddenly changed. He looked at the room reflected in the mirror, the furniture highlighted by a weak light source. It made him feel as if he was hiding in an obscure corner, peering into a small part of the room.

I can really get through the mirror. But this was just an ordinary item that did not lead to the mysterious and strange world.Klein nodded and advanced forward, once again returning to his room.

The success of bringing the Blazing Sun Spell gave him incredible confidence. Therefore, he tried to reach for something else.

Copper whistle Mr Azik!

The moment he touched that ancient and complicated object, he felt his spirituality blossom and freeze.

His illusory eyes turned into a dark and burning fire.

It felt like I was getting a little stronger. My form was ghost-like but without a strong sense of revenge. Klein projected his current appearance by calming his mind.

This is one of the abilities of the clown.

"Mister Azik's copper whistle is really interesting." He nodded, realizing that he could now pick up pieces of paper of a certain weight. He could also take his Sleeping Spell.

How unfortunate. I could carry a silver ritual dagger, but the revolver was too heavy. Klein concluded his experiment and turned around to see if he could use any spells under these circumstances.

After a serious test, he concluded that he could conjure two spells, the first was a formless howl that could shake the soul of its target and the second caused a state similar to freezing through contact with the target.

Klein stopped satisfied. He looked out the window of the oriel, towards the sunlight, and the path that was covered in curtains.

I wonder if I can move during the day under these circumstances.

He then carefully lifted the curtain, creating a gap and allowing a hint of sunlight to penetrate the walls of spirituality and enter the room.

Under the shining sunlight, Klein felt his soul seething with black fog. His strength was also drained, bit by bit.

He quickly released his grip, letting the curtain block the light.

I couldn't. Klein thought for a moment, then set his gaze on the Sun-Burning Spell on the bed.

I wonder if the effect would be the same if I were augmented with the divine blood of the Eternal Blazing Sun? He floated towards the bed and tried to grab the thin piece of gold.

But the moment she touched her charm, the pure warm feeling formed a striking contrast to her burgeoning cold spirituality. It was like an existential conflict between fire and water.

Hissing!

He threw the piece of gold as if he had been burned.

The power of the copper whistle Tn. Azik could not inhabit my soul at the same time as the Blazing Sun Spell. Klein understood as he put down the copper whistle. He felt his spirituality shrink, and the black flames in his eyes extinguished.

In this state, the two spells I could use had weakened. After another round of experiments, Klein grabbed the Blazing Sun Spell, which he could use, once again felt the warm stabilizing and refining effects of that enchantment on his Spirit Body.

He returned to the window and carefully moved through the curtains.

The sunlight only felt warm in his body, but it did no harm.

Not bad .. Klein smiled in a jumble. He walked through the walls of spirituality and carefully flew out of the house with the intention of doing more experiments.