The gray and hazy mist permeated for eternity, and the crimson illusory stars hung far and near, and Crane sat in the majestic palace like the abode of giants, quietly looking at everything familiar before him.

After a few seconds, he withdrew his gaze, allowing a yellow-brown piece of parchment to appear in front of him, and then took up his pen to write down the summoning ritual of the spell he had changed:

"Light a candle to symbolize yourself;"

"Create a holy environment with a spiritual wall;"

"Drop the candle flame with the full moon essential oil, chamomile hydrosol, deep sleep flower powder and other materials (note: in this step, you don't need to be too particular, because it is to summon yourself);"

"Recite the following mantra:"

"I!" (Ancient Hermes, Giants, Dragons, Elves, must be whispered)"

"I call (Hermeth) in my name:"

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious lord above the gray mist, and a king of yellow and black who rules good fortune. ”

......

After carefully examining it three times, Klein wrote the divination sentence at the bottom:

"It is dangerous to perform these rituals in the outside world. ”

Whew, he exhaled, put the pen away, unfastened the silver chain from the cuff, and held it in his left hand.

When the citrine pendant was silently suspended above the parchment, and only a little bit came into contact with the divination phrase, he gathered his mind and entered a meditative state.

"It is dangerous to perform these rituals in the outside world. ”

"It is dangerous to perform these rituals in the outside world. ”

......

After meditating seven times, Klein opened his eyes, which were almost completely black, and saw the citrine pendant turning counterclockwise.

It means no, it means that there is no danger!

"You can give it a try. Crane hurriedly made the object in front of him disappear, extending his spirituality to envelop himself, simulating the feeling of falling sharply.

After returning to the bedroom, because the whole room had been sealed with a spiritual wall, Klein directly cleaned the desk and placed a mint-scented candle in the center.

He pressed his right hand on the candle stamen and set it on fire with spiritual friction.

In the flickering yellow light, Crane poured the corresponding essential oils, hydrosols, and herbal powders into the flames.

The tranquil scent fills the room at times bright, sometimes dark.

Taking two steps back, Klein looked at the candle that symbolized him, and shouted in a giant's voice:

"Me!"

Immediately afterward, he switched to Hermesian:

"I call in my name:"

"A fool who does not belong to this era, a mysterious lord above the gray mist, and a king of yellow and black who rules good fortune. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that the flickering dim candle flame and the serene fragrance around him mixed into a whirlpool, frantically absorbing his own spirituality.

"O deep sleeping flower belonging to the Red Moon, please pass on the power to my spell......" Crane endured the discomfort of being drained of his spirituality, and finished reciting the follow-up incantation.

At this time, he saw that the flame had ceased to flicker, and stood there quietly, dyed with a gray color, stretched around to the size of a palm.

"Nothing was summoned...... Ah yes, maybe I need to go above the gray fog and respond...... It's a hassle to summon yourself......" Klein pinched his empty and stinging forehead and muttered to himself.

He slowed down for more than ten seconds, took four steps backwards, and came to the gray mist again, and saw the top of the ancient long table with circles of light swinging out one after another.

This comes from the strange symbols behind the high-backed chairs, which are made up of the "pupilless eyes" that symbolize secrecy and the "twisted lines" that symbolize change.

Crane just reached out and touched it, and immediately his ears rang with incantations such as "I, I summon in my name", "Fool who does not belong to this era", "Mysterious Lord above the gray mist", and saw the influx of spirituality mixed with the swaying light streaks to form an illusory, unformed door.

The door swayed and wanted to open, and Crane had an immediate inspiration to push it open.

Almost instantly, the vast gray mist and the magnificent palace were suddenly tugged at, creating invisible ripples.

Round after round, the ripples poured into the illusory, unformed door.

However, no matter how much Crane pushed, the door could not be opened, and all the movement eventually fell silent.

"Because the 'Summoning Gate' is not fully formed?" Klein retracted his thoughts, frowning slightly as he analyzed the reasons for the failure.

- He casually named the illusory gate "The Door of Summoning".

"Well, it's my lack of spirituality that prevents me from constructing a complete 'Summoning Gate'...... When I get through the early dangerous phase of Sequence 8 and become a 'Joker', I can try again, and maybe there will be no problem then......" Crane nodded slightly, probably understanding what was going on.

This experiment gave him great confidence and strong encouragement, because this was the first time that he had caused the mysterious space above the gray mist to react differently other than the event of divining the Eternal Sun!

"One day, I'm going to figure out all the secrets here!" Crane declared inwardly excitedly, falling into the endless gray mist under the spiritual wrap.

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

Back in the bedroom, Klein quickly extinguished the candles, ended the ritual, and then cleaned up his desk and lifted the spiritual wall.

In the sudden wind, he yawned, fell to the bed, and as soon as he was wrapped in the quilt, he fell asleep.

In a foggy, fragmented dream, Klein suddenly woke up and found himself sitting in the living room of his home, holding a copy of the Tingen Honest Newspaper in his hand.

...... The captain won't come again, will he?" he was stunned for a moment, and then looked out of the bulging belly window angrily and amusefully.

With a creak, the door opened, and Dunn, dressed in a black over-the-knee trench coat, walked in slowly with a cane and pipe.

He still wears a half-height black top hat and still has dark gray eyes.

Dunn made his way to the living room, sat down on the single couch, and laid his right leg on top of his left.

He put down his cane, took off his hat, leaned back, and looked at Crane silently, as if in thought.

Captain, what do you want to do today...... Klein was at a loss.

In order not to reveal that he knew it was a dream, he pretended not to be affected and continued to read the newspaper.

A minute, two minutes, five minutes, he looked up at Dunn across from him, and saw that the captain was still looking at him quietly, as if thinking.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes, Crane, who had flipped through the newspaper several times, saw Dunn looking at him quietly, as if thinking, out of the corner of his eye.

Captain, I'm uncomfortable with you like this...... Crane couldn't sit still, he folded the newspaper, put it aside, smiled at Dunn and nodded, then went to the kitchen to take out a rag and pretend to wipe down the dining table and coffee table.

Captain, you see, my dreams are so simple, so ordinary, so boring, there is nothing worth observing, you go quickly! Or you become a ghost, I will pretend to be frightened, and let you complete the "nightmare" achievement! He prayed silently, but looked up to see Dunn's dark gray eyes, which seemed to be thinking.

Under such a silent, unchanging gaze, Crane wiped the furniture and cleaned the room, exhausted in his dreams.

And what tired him the most was Dunn Smith, who had been looking at him quietly, as if he was thinking.

After a long time, he finally saw the captain put down his right leg, stood up, then took his cane, put on his hat, and walked to the gate.

Crane held his breath as he watched Dunn leave his home.

He couldn't help but raise his right hand in a gesture of goodbye.

Call...... When everything was back to normal, Crane let out a long breath.

What a nightmare!, he thought, crying without tears.

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

Beckland, West End, Phillips.

This is the most upscale department store in the Kingdom of Rune, and it is only open to nobles and wealthy people with memberships.

Outside it is always parked one luxury carriage after another, with different badges on it, and it is not only a mecca for shopping, but also a well-known social place due to strict restrictions on personnel.

Audrey, with her maid Anne and her golden retriever Susie, got out of the carriage and entered the gate in the courtesy.

Along the way, she could occasionally spot a Viscountess, a countess, or a maiden whose parents were of eminent status.

She maintained an elegant posture, greeted them one by one with standardized but not rigid etiquette, and briefly communicated with different nobles with the help of different entry points, for example, in the face of a countess so-and-so, she had to praise how well her new dress fitted, and when she greeted a certain baroness, she had to say how outstanding her husband was in the upper house.

In the past, Audrey always did not do well enough in this link, too willful and self-willed, but now, she doesn't even need to put much effort into it, and she can cope with it perfectly.

In the eyes of the "audience", the emotions and thoughts of most aristocratic women are as if written on their faces.

Coming to the second floor, Audrey turned to the store that sold ready-to-wear.

The waiter in the shop was a young and short girl, dressed in a black and white dress, with stubborn shoulder-length blonde hair, none other than Hugh Dilcha, the "arbiter".

Audrey winked at Susie, the big dog, without changing her expression, and the other party instantly understood what she meant, and ran happily to the other counter.

The maid Anne had to hurry up and try to pull Susie back.

Well done!" Audrey exclaimed, walked over to Hugh Dilcha, and pretended to look at the different styles of dresses.

“...... What did you ask me to meet here?" Hugh asked in a whisper as he introduced aloud.

Her voice was very immature, like a child.

"What about the original waiter?" said Audrey, not replying.

Hugh looked around and said, "I convinced her, and she was happy to have a morning off. ”

Audrey looked at the different styles of dresses, took out a folded piece of paper from the lambskin handbag she was carrying, and handed it to Hugh covertly:

"'Lieutenant General Hurricane' Ziringers has secretly infiltrated Beckland, here's his portrait, and I hope you will help me find him, well, don't alarm him. ”

Hugh took the piece of paper and quickly unfolded it to see that it was a lifelike sketch of a man in his thirties with a distinctive wide chin.

I am also often praised by my teachers for drawing...... Audrey glanced at Hugh and raised her head slightly.

She added:

"The kingdom's bounty for Ziringus is 10,000 pounds, and if you can really catch him, even if it is just the person who provides the clue, you will definitely get a reward of at least a few hundred pounds. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she unsurprisingly saw Hugh's eyes light up.

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