The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 67's

The red moon high in the sky hung silently in the darkness. It illuminated Tingen City, the university city, as it gradually became silent.

Klein stood in front of his desk and looked through his oriel window to see the empty Daffodil Road. He heard the sound of a fast train galloping far away without causing a commotion.

He took out a wine leaf-patterned silver pocket watch and opened it. He glanced at her and pulled the curtains, making the yellowish glow from the gas lamp bounce back into the bedroom.

Klein turned around at an adequate speed, locked his room, and turned off the gas valve.

The room was immediately covered in darkness. Only a glimmer of red moonlight pierced through the curtain. It conjures up the perfect atmosphere for a lot of late-night folklore.

Klein took out the silver knife he had applied for. He imagined a round light and entered a half-cogitation state.

He focused his mind according to the previous practice, letting his spirituality out from the tip of his sword. Then, he let their movements fuse magically with his surroundings, sealing the room.

He does so to prevent abnormal turmoil that could wake Benson and Melissa up.

After which, Klein put down his knife and walked four steps counterclockwise. Each step was accompanied by a spell from Earth.

Unchanging roars and murmurs flooded over him. With the same mania and pain that befell him, he did his best to control himself and survive the most exhausting and dangerous stage in his semi-conscious state.

The grayish-white fog was endless. Dark red stars are at varying distances from it. The towering heavenly palace stood upright like a dead giant. Nothing seems to change. Silence and obsolescence that had accumulated over thousands of years swarmed over him.

No, there's a change! Klein silently muttered to himself. His gaze was locked on the dark red star nearby.

It is the star that symbolizes Justice!

The deep star's brightness began to pulsate. It does so with average amplitude, but does not stop.

Klein carefully spread his spirituality towards the deep redness.

As the two made contact, he felt a hum in his head. He looked at the blurred and distorted scene and heard the illusory but stacked sounds of prayer.

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

"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

"You are the King of Yellow and Black who has good luck;

"i beg for help.

"i pray for your grace.

"i pray that you give me a good dream.

…

"i pray that you give me a good dream.

…

"I pray that you give me a good dream."

…

The female voice echoed continuously in a disjointed manner. Klein's soul became more irritable and chaotic. It was similar to listening to someone upstairs banging on the floor when he had just fallen asleep.

He suppressed his emotions and used Cogitation to calm the urge. He carefully looked at the blurred scene that appeared before him.

It was a girl dressed in white robes. She has a beautiful golden head of hair. He stood in front of the four twinkling flames, his head lowered as he continued chanting incantations.

From the distorted image, Klein barely recognized her as Miss Justice!

At this point, he made sure that the ritual spell he created could precisely point towards the gray fog, towards him!

This gave him an incredible sense of accomplishment, from no one to owning something.

I won't praise myself for being amazing. He felt that the pleading voice that echoed in his ears like a buzzing fly was now acceptable.

With a thought, he attempted to create a response in his mind, transferring it through an intricate connection to the deep red star.

"i realized."

…

A layer of gray radiated before him. A distorted and blurry figure stood at the deepest depths.

The place where his eyes were supposed to rotate with deep redness as his voice resounded repeatedly in the vast and empty world.

"i realized."

"i realized."

"i realized."

…

Audrey Hall suddenly woke up. He sat down with a blanket wrapped around him as his mind was filled with the sight he saw in his dream.

He knew very well that he had dreamed of the Fool, a mysterious creature that lived on the fog!

"Is this the answer to my morning prayer?" Audrey, who quickly entered her Audience state, calmed down and analyzed.

Although he did not understand why the Fool did not respond on the spot and only did so at night, he was still surprised that the ritual magic was effective with a few lines of spells.

In the past, he had prayed to the Goddess Overnight, but had never received any response!

Since he was such a powerful existence that he had no way of resisting, he quickly put aside his worries. He began to consider what to do next.

"First, I have to digest the Spectator potion completely.

"Secondly, I have to find a Psychological Alchemist.

"Three, I should try to get the Telepathic potion formula from the Foolish Master or the clues about the Psychological Alchemist elsewhere.

"However, every god existence must have a complete Sequence pathway that belongs to them. They may not know the other Sequence pathway formulas .. New Beyonder organizations like Alchemist Psychology may not be able to attract Mr. Fool.. ."

…

With the connection cut off, Klein sat on the bronze table honor chair with a rather good mood.

He was completely covered in gray fog. He leaned back and clenched his fists to cover his mouth. He remembers and analyzes the process.

At that moment, he was the only living creature in the gray fog world. In addition, there was absolute silence.

It seems like I can only pass on information and cannot use force here. From the looks of it, my manipulative ideas will not work. Klein continued to push his mouth as he quietly made a conclusion.

He originally planned to try to bind his body with the world of gray fog in the same way if his spells and rituals proved effective. Thus, he was then able to utilize all the power of this mysterious space.

If that happened, he could pray to himself, and through such a manipulative way, he could overcome his limitations, mysteries, and dangers, allowing him to fully use the world of gray fog.

For example, he could first perform a ritual and pray to "himself" for a mantra. After that, he could come above the gray fog and answer his own request and bestow it.

From the looks of it, I was too idealistic.My understanding and control of the gray fog world had not yet reached that level. Klein shook his head in a self-deprecating manner and planned to leave.

At that moment, he saw a deep red star representing the Hanging Man begin to pulsate. He heard a smooth and formless voice spread out.

"I happened to see the Hanged Man ritual?" Klein nodded while thinking.

He sat on the long bronze table honor chair and stretched out his hand to knock on the stars.

Her spirituality spread as she touched the throbbing redness.

He heard heavy and repetitive prayers from The Hanged Man along with a hazy view.

The Hanged man was wrapped in a pure black robe at the scene. He stood in front of the four lumps of fire. The surrounding spirituality had formed a wall, isolating him from external influences.

Klein did not immediately respond. All he did was watch and listen in silence.

"…You are the King of Yellow and Black who has good luck;

"I pray for your help."

…

After The Hanged Man finished praying, he waited for a while. Seeing no answer, he began to dismantle the walls of spirituality, extinguish the candles, and tidy up the altar.

Finally, he rubbed his outstretched hand as a watery light spread out, making the altar table look new.

The Water-based Spell..Given Storm.The Hanged Man was indeed at least a Sailor. Before the scene disappeared, he responded through the method he had imagined, sending it through a dark plume of redness.

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Alger Wilson is located in the City of Generosity of the Rorsted Islands.

He did not go with the sailors to the famous Red Cabaret. Instead, she stayed inside the hotel and closed the doors and windows to try out the ritual The Fool had described.

After familiarly finishing the prayer, Algeria waited patiently for a moment, but did not receive any response.

"It seems like this attempt was not very successful.The Foolish Master needed to change the method.." He was overjoyed, but also a little disappointed.

Once everything is done, Algeria plans to go downstairs to buy a bottle of Langsky Proof—alcohol that could help the Folk of Rage to unleash its power. The Mandated Punishers of the Lord of Storms were rather fond of this kind of drink.

Opening the door, Algeria was about to walk out when his gaze blurred. He saw a gray mist billowing in the corridor and a hazy human figure sitting in the deepest depths of the fog, as if on a high throne.

"i realized." A familiar deep voice echoed around Algeria's ears, causing him to freeze where he stood as his head throbbed slightly in pain.

Algerian eyes suddenly darkened. He looked around but realized that nothing had changed. There were still the same creaking floorboards, the same old wall candle holders, and the same filthy corridors.

I realized. That voice still resonates in Algerian ears.

His expression sank as he struck his chest lightly with his fist but did not say any words of respect to the Lord of Storms.

After a long silence, Algeria's expression returned to normal, but his gaze seemed deeper.

…

Klein did not spend too much time on the gray fog. When all the remaining sounds returned to normal, he shrouded himself in his spirituality and dove into the gray fog, falling into the material world.

The lights in front of him flew out rapidly, like a movie scene that was replayed at a speed tens of times faster than usual. After Klein felt faint, he saw a curtain that let the red moonlight enter along with an opaque line of tables and bookshelves.

He picked up the silver knife again and released the wall of spirituality in the room. Then, a gust of wind suddenly opened the door and passed through the corridor.

He was completely relieved when he saw that there was no commotion from Benson's or Melissa's room.

This luck-raising ritual is indispensable for traveling.It is hidden and mystical. Klein secretly muttered and closed the door again, walking towards his bed.

His mission tomorrow is to go to the underground market to buy Beyonder stuff with Old Neil.