The crimson moon hangs quietly in the darkness, illuminating the city of Tingen, which is gradually returning to silence.

Crane stood at his desk, looking down through the bulging window down the deserted Daffodil Street, and heard a horse-drawn carriage passing by in the distance, but not noisy.

He picked up the arabesque-patterned silver pocket watch, snapped it open, glanced at it, and then reached out to pull the curtains so that the yellowish glow of the gas lamp reflected more in the bedroom.

Crane turned around quickly, locked the door, and closed the gate.

The whole room was suddenly shrouded in darkness, with only a little reddish moonlight shining through the curtains bringing color, bringing in a late-night scene that gave birth to many folkloric stories.

In such an environment, Klein took out a silver knife that he had requested, sketched a ball of light in his mind, and entered a semi-meditative state in advance.

He gathered his spirit, followed the previous practice, let the spirits erupt through the tip of the knife, and let them follow their movements, wonderfully combining with the environment and sealing the room.

He was on guard against possible abnormal fluctuations, fearing that Benson and Melissa would be awakened by this.

Then, Crane put down the knife and took four counterclockwise steps, each step accompanied by a spell from Earth.

The constant screams and murmurs, the constant madness and pain, he managed to control himself, and survived the most difficult and dangerous stages in a near-semi-confused state.

The gray mist was boundless, the crimson "stars" were far and near, the majestic temple stood like a dead giant, everything in front of Crane was unchanged from before, and the silence and antiquity accumulated for thousands of years came to his face.

No, there is still a change!" Crane muttered to himself, his eyes locked on a crimson "star" in the distance.

It is a star that symbolizes "justice"!

The crimson of this "star" contracted and swelled one after another, not by much amplitude, but persevering.

Crane carefully unfolded his spirituality, spreading towards the crimson.

As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, and he saw a blurry and distorted picture, and heard an illusory and overlapping prayer:

"O fool who does not belong to this age;"

"You are the mysterious lord above the gray mist;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who rules good fortune. ”

"I pray for your help. ”

"I pray for your favor. ”

"I pray that you will let me have a good dream. ”

......

"I pray that you will let me have a good dream. ”

......

"I pray that you will let me have a good dream. ”

......

The woman's voice reverberated and staggered, and Crane's mind became irritable and disorganized, as if he was about to fall asleep when he heard an upstairs arguing over the table and smashing the floor.

He suppressed his emotions, calmed his impulses with meditation, and carefully recognized the blurry images that appeared in front of him.

It was a girl in a white robe, with silky blonde hair, who stood in front of the four flickering fires, bowing her head respectfully and chanting.

From the distorted picture, Klein barely recognized that it was Miss "Justice".

By this time, he was completely sure that the ritual incantation he had conceived would point precisely here, to himself!

This filled him with a sense of accomplishment and felt that his exploration from nothing was fruitful.

I won't boast about it...... Klein's mood improved, and he felt that the sound of supplication hovering in his ears like flies became acceptable.

His heart moved, and he tried to convey the "answer" sketched in his mind to the "crimson" star through that subtle connection:

"I see. ”

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

The gray mist in front of him was filled with layers, and a distorted and blurred figure stood in the deepest part.

His eyes swirled crimson, and his voice echoed in the empty world:

"I see. ”

"I see. ”

"I see. ”

......

Audrey Hall suddenly woke up and sat up, her mind full of images from the dream.

She knew very well that she was dreaming of the Fool, the mysterious Fool who stood high above the gray mist!

"Is this a response to my early morning prayer?" Audrey, who quickly entered the state of "audience", calmly analyzed.

Although she didn't understand why the fool didn't respond on the spot, and had to wait until night, she was still deeply shocked by the effectiveness of the ritual magic and the usefulness of those few spells.

She had prayed to the goddess of the night before, but she had never received a response!

Even if Mr. Fool is not a god yet, he should be about the same...... Audrey inhaled slowly, then exhaled slowly.

Since the other party was a powerful existence that could not be resisted, she quickly put some worries aside and began to think about what to do next:

"First, completely digest the 'audience' potion...... My 'cosplay' is not bad. ”

"Second, look for the Psychological Alchemy Society. ”

"Third, let's see if we can get the recipe for the 'mind reader' potion from Mr. Fool, or the clues of the Psychic Alchemy Society. ”

"However, every god-like being has its own complete sequence chain, and does not necessarily know the recipes of other sequence pathways...... The Psychological Alchemy Society, a nascent and extraordinary organization, is not necessarily qualified for Mr. Fool's attention......"

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

Disengaged, Klein sat down at the top of the bronze table in a good mood.

Covered in gray mist, he leaned back in his chair, his hands clenched into fists against his mouth, recalling and examining the process just now.

At this time, he was the only living creature in this gray mist world, and other than that, it was silent.

"It seems that we can only send a message to the past, and we can't use it to mobilize the power here...... Then it seems that one of my previous tricks didn't work. Klein kept pestling his lips and silently summed up.

His original plan was to try to tie himself to the world of gray mist through this method if the spells and rituals he designed were effective, so as to leverage the power of this mysterious space.

When the time comes, he will be able to pray to himself to make the most of the world of the Grey Mist, bypassing limitations, mysteries, and dangers.

For example, he could perform a ritual and ask "himself" for a spell, and then go up to the gray mist and answer that prayer and give a blessing himself.

"Looks like I'm still thinking too beautifully...... I don't know much about this gray fog world......" Crane shook his head and laughed at himself, ready to leave.

At this moment, he saw that the crimson "star" symbolizing the "upside-down hanged man" also began to shrink and expand, and heard an illusory and invisible sound swing in circles.

"Just in time for the 'Hanging Man' ceremony?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.

He sat down at the top of the long bronze table and stretched out his hand to the star.

The spirituality crept out, touching the crimson that was shrinking and expanding.

He heard the low, overlapping pleadings of the "hanged man" and saw a blurred picture.

In the picture, the "Hanged Man" is dressed in a pure black robe, standing in front of four fires, surrounded by a wall of spirituality, separated from external influences.

Klein didn't respond immediately, just watched and listened quietly.

“...... You are the king of yellow and black who rules good fortune. ”

"I pray for your help. ”

......

After praying, the "hanged man" waited for a few moments, and when there was no response, he began to lift the spiritual wall, extinguish the flames, and clean up the altar.

At the end, he stretched out his hand and the water filled the water, and the table that served as the altar was immediately renewed.

"Water-based spells...... The Gift of the Storm...... 'Hanged Man' is indeed, at least a 'Navigator'......" Crane bowed slightly, and before the picture disappeared, he passed the "response" into the crimson in the expected way.

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

Alger Wilson is in the "City of Generosity", the capital of the Rorsted Islands.

Instead of going to the famous "Red Theater" with the crew, he stayed in the inn, closed the doors and windows, and tried the ritual described by the fool.

Expertly completing the prayer, Alger waited patiently for a while, but received no response.

"It seems that this attempt was not very successful... Mr. Fool will have to do something different......" he thought with both joy and a little disappointment.

After taking care of the follow-up, Alger plans to go downstairs to ask for a glass of "Blazing Ranzi" - alcohol helps to bring out the abilities of the "Raging People", so the "Storm Lord" punishers are quite fond of this "drink".

Pulling open the door, Alger was just about to walk out when he saw an illusory and endless gray mist above the corridor, and saw a vague figure sitting in the deepest part, as if sitting on a throne high above.

"I see. The familiar, deep voice echoed invisibly in Alger's ears, causing him to freeze in place, his head throbbing slightly.

Alger's eyes deepened, and when he looked around, he found that everything was the same as before, the floor that creaked when he stepped on, the wall candlesticks that had years, and the corridors that were not too clean.

I know...... There seemed to be a voice echoing in Alger's ears.

His face darkened, and he clenched his fist and struck his chest, but he couldn't utter a salutation to the Lord of the Storm.

After a long silence, Alger's expression returned to normal, but his gaze deepened a little.

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

Above the gray mist, Crane did not delay for long, and when all the remaining voices were calm, he wrapped himself in spirituality, and fell into the gray mist, falling into the material world.

The light and shadow in front of him flickered rapidly, like a movie screen that was played dozens of times faster, and after Klein's head was dizzy, he saw the curtains with crimson moonlight, and saw the desks and bookshelves with hazy outlines.

He picked up the silver knife again, lifted the spiritual wall of the room, and then, in a sudden gust of wind, quietly opened the door and looked down the hallway.

Seeing that there was no movement in the rooms of his brother Benson and sister Melissa, he completely relaxed.

"This 'transfer ceremony' is simply a must-have for home travel...... Hidden and magical......" Crane whispered silently, closed the door again, and walked to bed.

His "mission" for tomorrow is to go to the underground market for extraordinary items with Old Neil.