The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 58's

The next day, Monday morning.

Klein, who had a day off, did not leave the house. Instead, he gave Melissa his letter addressed to Mentor Cohen Quentin and more than enough money to buy stamps. She entrusted him with the job of sending letters at the post office near the Tingen Technical School where he studied.

After breakfast, he sleeps to make up for the lack of sleep caused by "work" the night before. He only woke up because his stomach was rumbling towards noon.

He heated up the leftovers from the previous night and ate them with a piece of whole-grain bread. Klein picked up the newspaper and entered the bathroom on the second floor.

Every time he did that, he could not help but sigh due to the lack of a cell phone.

After about seven or eight minutes, he left the toilet fresh and washed his hands. He then went back to his bedroom and locked the door.

Klein pulled the curtain, turned on the gas lamp, and thought for half an hour. After practicing Spiritual Vision, spirit dowsing, and wand dowsing for half an hour, he spent another hour mentally reviewing the knowledge of mysticism he had acquired recently.

After doing that, he tore through the old newspaper and squeezed it into several balls. He wrote on it, "The Moon Flower Pill", "Full Moon Essence Oil", and the names of other materials. He followed the prescribed ritual magic steps in his head to master every little detail. Until he was completely used to it, he did not intend to try ritual magic because it was a waste of materials and also easily attracted danger.

He repeated it over and over again until he picked up his silver pocket watch patterned with vine leaves and caught a glimpse. He realized that it was three o'clock less than a quarter.

He considered it for a few seconds and brought the old newspaper piece into the kitchen on the first floor to burn. While doing so, he made sure he was in an optimal state of mind as he prepared for the Tarot Gathering.

Locking her bedroom door once more, Klein did not wait until the clock showed three o'clock. He planned to enter the area above the gray fog earlier.

He wanted to take the opportunity to explore the place thoroughly!

As Klein stood in an empty spot in his room and started walking counter-clockwise, he suddenly worried that Justice and The Hanged Man had not entered the appropriate environment. He thought of a certain problem.

Will they be harassed or caught?

He had previously mentioned allowing Justice and The Hanged Man to file a "go" previously if they needed to be absent from the Gathering for certain reasons such as being unable to find time alone or unforeseen circumstances.

That would have been an almost unsolved problem for Klein in the past. There's no way he could build an entire Internet-based server by hand in a different world, right? Any technology outside of telegram can expose it.

But now, he suddenly found inspiration from ritual magic.

"Ritualistic magic borrows the power of others by seeking help from different existences. A similar spell would make it clear who it was intended to be at first, such as the Goddess Overnight or the Lady of Crimson. That would be a description of the unknown and the existence of the clandestine."

"Then, can I change the spell and direct the beginning of the spell to myself?"

"It's aimed at me …"

"In this way, even if Justice and The Hanged Man perform rituals in different locations, I will receive their messages."

Klein suddenly felt a new insight as he began to analyze the possibility that the method was working.

"There are two difficulties. Firstly, I am not a very strong high-level Sequencer. Even if the description of the spell was addressed to me, I couldn't possibly accept 'request.'"

"Secondly, how can I be sure that the description of the spell is directed at me accurately, and does not stray and crash into some other unknown existence that matches the description? That would be very dangerous."

Klein paced back and forth, deep in his mind in search of a solution that might be workable.

He was circling with silent footsteps. Then, he naturally attributed this matter to the mysterious world of gray fog.

"Even if I can't take the message, it doesn't mean the gray fog can't. Its association with a red star can 'drag' a person into space directly, no matter where they are in the physical world.

"i can consider tying myself to a mysterious space together during the directed description …

"As per this line of thought, although I may not immediately accept the 'request' when the other party holds the ritual, I can still see the corresponding message every time I enter the gray fog.

"Simply put, this is the difference between online and offline on an instant messaging system."

Klein became more excited the more he thought. He felt that his idea was worth a try.

"Hmm, what kind of description can be used to precisely direct the message to me and to the world of gray fog?" He began to think about the real details.

In fact, he had a spell that would definitely work. It was none other than Loen's translation of 'Gift Comes from the Heavenly Decent for Heaven and Earth.' But herein lies the problem: he will lose control of the gray fog and lose his leading role. He could only exclude it.

'Stupid from an alternate world'? Not likely. It was quite accurate, and there were almost no other existences that fit the criteria, but it would reveal my biggest secret. Klein thought of one spell after another, but he crossed out one by one.

After about seven to eight minutes, he finally decided on the description of the first paragraph addressed to him.

"Stupid people who don't belong to this era."

It was clearly not accurate enough; therefore, Klein quickly added, "The mysterious ruler above the gray fog."

The combination of the two lines practically limits itself. Furthermore, he had tied a gray fog to her.

"It's still a little short. I can't eliminate the possibility that there is a lot of space and rulers over the gray fog. I cannot dispel the fact that the description might be aimed at the spirit world.." Klein furrowed his brows and planned to continue.

He thought for an entire minute and finally decided on the last part of his description.

"The Yellow and Black Kings have good luck!"

It had a similar meaning to "Great Comes From the Great Heaven and Earth 1 ." If a pure spell depended on that part of the description, it would probably be directed and provoke an unknown dangerous existence. But with the first two lines as boundaries, and his experience arriving above the fog through the same spell, he believes that the description of the target can result in perfect locking.

Klein let out a long sigh and recited the spell he had decided to cast.

"A Fool who does not belong to this era, you are a mysterious ruler over the gray fog; you are the Yellow and Black King who has good luck …"

He nodded his head slightly and took out his pocket watch to confirm the time.

"It is 2:58 .." Without thinking any further, Klein took out his pocket and entered Cogitation. Immediately he chanted and took four counter-clockwise steps to form a square.

The fiercest voices and heart-shaking roars were heard once again. He felt a headache that was even harder to deal with than the pain of consuming the Diviner herb.

The pain was not a sharp pain that tore his head off. It was a throbbing pain that made him manic and irrational. It was pain that confused him.

Klein controlled himself using Cogitation and tried hard to ignore the voices.

The murmur and murmur receded like a tide. His body became refined, along with his spirituality. Everything seems to float.

A boundless gray fog appeared in front of his sight, red stars at varying distances from him, like a pair of eyes.

Above the gray mist stood a palace, tall and towering like a giant house. It was as if it had been there for millions of years.

All Klein did was a will and he disappeared from his place, reappearing in the Seat of Honor on the long bronze table with twenty-two high-backed seats.

"The effect of the ritual must have been fixed." murmured Klein. She tapped on her glabella gently and let the mist swallow her, which was thicker than before. According to the description of The Hanged Man, if Justice had been an Audience, it would have been better not to reveal her tics before him.

With no time to explore, Klein stretched out his right hand and formed an invisible connection, connecting it with two familiar crimson stars.

…

Above the roar of the blue waves of the Sonia Sea, an ancient sailboat sailed in the wind.

Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's cabin and made the ghost ship give him the best protection.

He opened his pocket watch in front of him and placed it next to the brass sextant. The clock kept ticking without any excitement as it exuded nervousness.

When the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand are aligned, there is a red explosion in front of Alger Wilson. It ignored the layers and layers of protection he placed upon himself.

Sigh. His sigh reverberated throughout the captain's room.

…

Backlund, Consort of Borough.

Audrey Hall lay on a fur pillow and glanced at the yellow paper in her hands. His jewel-like eyes looked like they had two slowly rotating souls within them.

His gaze was calm and cold, as if he was waiting for the drama to begin.

As the red red erupted, he saw himself being swallowed with a full detachment.

…

Above the gray mist, in the majestic palace, on the ancient bronze table and the speckled length.

Klein, who had activated his Spiritual Vision, turned his head as the figure of Audrey Hall began to take shape. He was not surprised to see that the colors deep within his aura had fused together. It became pure and calm, like a clear lake and reflected light.

She had truly become a Beyonder .. Klein was just about to take his eyes off when he suddenly saw Miss Justice's seat changed.

The bright stars at the back of the chair moved quickly, forming an illusionary constellation that did not belong to reality.

The constellation was familiar to Klein because it was one of the symbols of mysticism.

It was a symbol that represented the "Giant Dragon"!

The Giant Dragon. Klein refrained from shaking his head and looked behind The Hanged Man's chair.

Normally speaking, it was impossible for him to see the back of the chair from his corner, but this was where he was in control. Everything presented itself according to his will.

The constellation at the back of the chair did not change, but since Klein had grasped the basics of mysticism, he was not as stupid as before. He could recognize that it was the symbol of the "Wind Storm".

Sailor.. Sea Guard. The colors deep within the aura of The Hanged Man were much purer than before? Oh yeah, what about the symbol on the back of my chair?

Klein suppressed his desire to look, knocked on the edge of the long table three times as before, and smiled as he said, "Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are the Beyonder now."

He can know right away? Audrey was dumbfounded and smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Mr. Fool, and thank you, Mr. Hanged Man's."

"It was a lot faster than I thought," Alger Wilson said honestly.

Klein did not continue the topic of conversation but tapped on his glabella and said with a smile, "Miss, Master, have any of you found Roselle's diary?"

In Chinese, Yellow refers to Earth, and Black refers to Heaven.