The next day, early Monday morning.

Instead of going out, Klein handed over the letter to his mentor, Cohen Quentin, and the excess stamp fee, to Melissa and entrusted his sister to deliver it at a post office near the Technical School in Tingen.

After breakfast, he leisurely made up for the missing sleep during the "work", and did not get up again until it was close to noon, when his stomach was rumbling.

After heating up last night's leftovers and nibbling on a loaf of oatmeal, Crane grabbed a newspaper and entered the bathroom in the bathroom in the second-floor bathroom.

Whenever this happens, he can't help but sigh that he doesn't have a mobile phone.

Seven or eight minutes later, he came out refreshed, washed his hands, returned to the bedroom, and locked the door.

Crane then drew the curtains, lit the gas lamp, meditated for half an hour, practiced vision, pendulums, and divination rods for half an hour, and reviewed the occult knowledge in the form of reminiscences for an hour.

After doing this, he tore up the old newspaper into a dozen balls, wrote the names of materials such as "Moon Flower Candle" and "Full Moon Essential Oil", and simulated the flow of ritual magic step by step to grasp the details - he didn't plan to try ritual magic rashly until he was really proficient and learned more, because it would be a waste of materials and easy to invite danger.

Over and over again, Crane picked up the silver-white pocket watch with the arabesque, looked at it, and found that the time was just after 2:45.

He thought about it for a few seconds and took the discarded newspaper to the kitchen on the first floor to burn it, so that he could adjust his state and prepare for the tarot party.

Locking the bedroom door again, Crane didn't wait for three o'clock to come, intending to enter the gray fog early.

He's going to take this opportunity to get a good look out there!

Just as Klein stood up to the empty seat in the room and was about to start walking counterclockwise, he suddenly thought of one thing from worrying about whether "Justice" and "Hanged Man" had entered the right environment and whether they would be disturbed and discovered by others:

He said that he had to come up with a way to make "justice" and "hanged man" "leave" in advance and absent from the meeting if they really couldn't get out, or if they encountered something else.

For Klein in the past, this was an almost unsolvable problem, and he couldn't afford to use a otherworldly instant messaging network by hand, and the wired telegraph would expose itself.

And now, he found inspiration in ritual magic:

"With the help of external force type ritual magic, they are all asking for the help of different beings, and similar spells will definitely have a clear point at the beginning, such as the god of the night, the crimson lord, such as the description of those unknown and hidden existences. ”

"Can I change the spell so that the description at the beginning points to me?"

"Point to me......"

"In this way, 'Justice' and 'Hanged Man' can be informed even if they perform ceremonies in a foreign country. ”

Klein's spirits suddenly perked up, and he began to analyze the feasibility of this method:

"Two difficulties, first, I'm not a high-level person who is strong enough to be a certain extent, and even if the description of the spell does point to me, it is unlikely that I will receive a 'request'. ”

"Second, how to make sure that the description of the spell is accurate to me, to make sure that I don't miss and hit other unknown beings that match the description, that will bring great danger. ”

Klein paced back and forth, pondering possible solutions.

His footsteps were silent, and he spun around and around, naturally connecting this matter with the mysterious world above the gray mist.

"I can't receive a 'request', it doesn't mean that the gray mist can't be used, but the combination of it and the crimson star can directly 'pull' people into space, regardless of distance. ”

"Consider tying me to that mysterious space when describing the directionality......"

"According to this line of reasoning, although I can't immediately receive a 'request' when the other party performs the ceremony, as long as I enter the gray mist, I can see the corresponding information. ”

"To put it simply, it is the difference between QQ's online and offline messages. ”

The more Klein thought about it, the more excited he became, and he felt that this idea could be tried.

"Well, what description should I use to point to me, to the world of gray mist?" he began to consider the details.

Actually, he has a spell that can definitely succeed, that is, the pure rune transliteration of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", but the problem is that this will cause him to lose control of the gray fog and lose his dominant position, which can only be ruled out.

"......'Fool from another world'? no, that's accurate enough, there will hardly be another being who qualifies, but it will reveal my greatest secret......" Crane thought of incantation after incantation, but denied himself.

After seven or eight minutes, he finally finalized the first directional description of the incantation:

"Fools who do not belong to this era. ”

This was obviously not precise enough, and Klein quickly added another paragraph:

"The mysterious lord above the gray mist. ”

The combination of the two was almost limited to him, and the gray mist was tied to himself.

"It's not almost, it can't be ruled out that there are multiple spaces and multiple masters above the gray mist, and it can't be ruled out that this description points to the spirit world......" Crane frowned, intending to add another layer of insurance.

Well...... He thought about it for a full minute, and finally came up with the last description:

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Luck!"

This is an approximate paraphrase of "Fusheng Xuanhuang God", if it is simply it, it is likely to deviate from the wrong and provoke unknown dangers, but with the limitation of the first two items, there are cases of itself entering the gray fog by similar spells, and the object of description can be completely locked.

Performing ritual magic according to these three descriptions, Crane doesn't know if it will have an effect, but it is certain that it will not attract the attention of other beings, and will not put "Justice" and "Hanged Man" in danger.

Klein let out a long breath and silently recited the mantra he had come up with:

"O fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious master above the gray mist, and you are the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck......"

He nodded imperceptibly and pulled out his pocket watch to set the time.

"It's two fifty-eight...... Klein didn't think much more, put away his pocket watch, and went into meditation, accompanied by a mantra, took four counterclockwise steps, and walked into a square.

The loudest noises and the most stirring screams rang out again, and he felt a headache that was even more unbearable than taking the "soothsayer" potion.

This is different from the severe pain of being pierced through the head, it is a kind of swelling pain that makes people manic, makes people lose their minds, and makes people confused.

Klein meditatively controlled himself, trying not to listen.

The murmurs and whispers receded like a tidal wave, his body lightened, his spirituality lightened, and everything drifted away.

An endless gray mist appeared in his vision, and the crimson stars were far and near, like eyes.

Above the gray mist, the palace that towers like the abode of giants still stands, as if it has existed here for millions of years.

Crane's heart moved, and the figure disappeared into place, sitting down at the bronze table with twenty-two high-backed chairs.

"The ritual effect is really fixed...... He whispered a word and tapped his eyebrows, letting the gray mist envelop him, thicker than ever—according to the description of the "Hanged Man", if "justice" became an audience, it was better not to show her mannerisms and movements.

Without time to explore, Crane stretched out his right hand and forged an invisible connection between the two familiar crimson stars.

............

On the deep blue sea of Sunia, an ancient sailing ship sails with the wind.

Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's chamber and let the ghost ship give the highest level of protection.

The pocket watch in front of him was spread out, and beside the brass-colored sextant, he walked with a clatter, not happy enough, but nervous.

As soon as the hour, minute, and second hands were pointed in the correct position, Alger Wilson's eyes erupted in a cloud of crimson, ignoring layer after layer of protection.

Ay...... His sigh echoed in the captain's room.

............

Beckland, Queens.

Audrey Hall leaned on the velvet pillow and looked at the tawny paper in her hand again, her jewel-like eyes seemed to hide two slowly turning soul vortices.

Her gaze was calm and cold, as if waiting for a play to unfold.

Crimson erupted, and she "watched" herself engulfed in a down-down manner.

............

Above the gray mist, in the grand palace, the long bronze tables are mottled and ancient.

As soon as Audrey Hall's figure appeared, Klein, who had already turned on his vision, looked over, and unsurprisingly saw that the colors in the depths of the other party's aura were mixed together, becoming pure, and tranquil like a lake that clearly reflected things.

She has indeed become extraordinary...... Klein was about to look away when he suddenly noticed a change in the high-backed chair that belonged to Miss "Justice".

The bright stars on the back of the chair move rapidly, forming an illusory constellation that does not belong to reality.

In Klein's eyes, this sign is so familiar because it is a symbol in the occult.

A symbol of the "dragon"!

Spectator...... Dragon...... Crane controlled himself without shaking his head, and looked inquiringly at the high-backed seat of the "upside-down hanged man".

Normally, from the angle of his gaze, he would definitely not be able to see the back of the chair, but this is his home field, and everything is presented according to his will.

The constellations behind the seat have not changed, but Klein, who has already introduced the occult, is no longer as ignorant as before, recognizing it as the symbol of the "storm".

Mariner...... The Dependents...... Storm...... This is no problem...... the color in the depths of the aura of the "Hanged Man" is much purer...... He's promoted? By the way, what's the symbol behind my seat?

Crane resisted the impulse, and as before, tapped his fingers on the edge of the long table three times, and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Miss Justice, you are an extraordinary. ”

Can he see it directly? Audrey was stunned for a moment, and said with a light smile:

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Fool, thank you, Mr. Hangman. ”

"Faster than I thought. Alger Wilson said calmly.

Klein didn't continue the topic, knocked on his eyebrows, and said with a smile:

"Ma'am, sir, have you found Russell's diary?"