After discovering that he had accidentally pulled someone into the gray mist, Crane's mind turned sharply, and before the other party regained consciousness, he sat on the high-backed chair that belonged to the "Fool".

At this time, he realized that this beautiful lady seemed to be very likely to be Valeera.

"Are you...... The Lord of Miracles? ”

Above the gray mist, Valeera's crisp question was filled with surprise.

Crane quietly kept the title of "Lord of Miracles" in his heart, smiled and said:

"Just call me Mr. 'Fool'."

As he spoke, he noticed that Valeera was sitting in the high-backed chair, and the bright stars on the back of the chair were moving rapidly, forming an illusory constellation that did not belong to reality.

In just a second or two, a symbol was sketched out that looked like a superimposed heart and a hand thorn.

This...... Why does it look a little similar to the succubus tattoo I saw in my previous life in a drawing book, what does this symbolize?

Out of curiosity, he put his hand on his cheek and, with what seemed casual, turned on his vision and looked at Valeera with what he thought was covertly.

Her mood color is mostly blue, with a little bit of orange and purple.

"Does this mean that she is currently in a state of calm thinking and prudence, and there is also a little bit of closeness, contentment and distancing?"

Crane made a judgment with some uncertainty, "Well, how can there be two diametrically opposed emotions of closeness and distancing at the same time?" ”

"Mr. Fool, I have no intention of disturbing your peace, how can I be pardoned?"

Valeera's cautious questioning voice pulled Crane out of her thoughts.

"Hehe, don't be nervous," Crane laughed, "Relax, let's talk." ”

"What were you copying before?"

Valera relaxed her performance, and her tone became much more relaxed, and said:

"I'm copying my family's occult notes, and I'm going to give them to ...... A friend. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. 'Fool', I didn't know that the honorific name, which had long been proven invalid, could point to you, and I apologize to you for my offense this time, last month, and earlier."

"Please tell me how I can please you and forgive you for these offences."

After hearing these words, Crane finally had a general grasp of this accident.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Are you copying Russell Gustaf's secret diary?" ”

"Yes."

Valera nodded, and glanced at Mr. Fool with "curiosity", but did not ask questions about the "diary" and "notes".

Crane's heart fluttered, and he thought of a good idea.

"It's a small thing," he said in a nonchalant tone, "and there are already two people like you, who have been pulled in by me for different reasons. ”

"Like them, my request is to help me collect Rossell Gustaf's secret diary."

"I'm a guy who likes to exchange for equivalents, and if you find three pages, you can write off what you offended me; Find more, I'll give more. ”

"Thank you for your forbearance," Valera said with a relaxed smile, "I'll have a sacrifice ceremony when I get back." ”

"Excuse me, what is the specific ritual process?"

This question is a bit too much for Crane now, but he gave full play to his talent for flickering and waved his hand casually:

"Don't be that troublesome."

"I have regular meetings, and like them, you can submit Russell's diary at the meeting."

Speaking of which, Crane explained something else.

"Of course, at the party, you can also trade recipes, buy and sell materials, exchange messages, and commission tasks with them."

"That's what they expected."

Finally speaking of the "Tarot Club", Valilla nodded with joy on her face with the anticipation of choosing the code card:

"Thank you for your tolerance and kindness, and I will do my best to prepare for the next meeting."

By this time, Crane had begun to feel the beating of his forehead, and the invisible connection between himself and the gray mist began to shake.

He struggled to maintain his image as breezy and cloudy, and said:

"The meeting is in Beckland time, every Monday at 3 p.m. sharp, take care to eliminate distractions."

"Alright, you can go back."

After saying this, Crane didn't wait for the other party to reply, and directly cut off the spiritual connection.

The next moment, Valeera's hazy and graceful figure disappeared above the gray mist, and within the gray mist, there was a cloud of crimson illusory stars.

This change of scene immediately made Crane breathe a sigh of relief.

It seems that this new method of pulling people will only consume a lot of spirituality when pulling for the first time, and then the newcomers will be the same as other crimson stars.

Only then did he let go of the last shred of worry.

If he had to give almost all of his spirituality every time he pulled this young lady who seemed to be his "real girlfriend", he would have to release this young lady's pigeons.

The sensation of his body rapidly becoming heavier came, and Crane only felt that his surroundings were erratic, and soon, his eyes were first dark, and then he saw bright sunlight.

He couldn't hold back the throbbing feeling in his head any longer, barely moved a few steps, and lay down directly on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep, without even changing his clothes.

……

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the rumbling of his stomach woke up Crane, who had basically recovered.

When he got up, he warmed up last night's leftovers, dealt with nibbling on a bar of oatmeal bread, and solved the eating problem.

Then he began to think about the events of the morning.

Obviously, the young lady had a connection with the space above the gray mist because of the copying of what she called her "honorable name", and he then used this connection to pull him to the gray mist.

Crane quickly associates "honorific name" with the description of the spell at the beginning of ritual magic.

This gave him an inspiration -

"Is it possible to modify the incantation to direct the object of ritual magic to you?"

"That way, even if I don't call a meeting, as long as the two gentlemen have a ceremony, I can get the corresponding information!"

Crane paced, following the inspiration and thinking deeply.

Inspired by the events of the morning, he quickly came up with a brilliant idea to tie himself to the gray mist and design a corresponding spell.

Seven or eight minutes later, he finalized the first directional description of the incantation:

"Fools who don't belong to this era."

This was obviously not precise enough, and Crane 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 ...... Crane turned the pen in his hand, and it took him about a minute to think of an approximate paraphrase of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun" as the third ritual incantation:

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune."

He decided to wait until he had obtained the "honorable name" copied by the young lady at the party, compared the two, and then gave it to the two gentlemen for them to try.

Next, while there was still some time, he tore the old newspaper into more than a dozen balls, wrote the names of materials such as "Moon Flower Candle" and "Full Moon Essential Oil" respectively, and simulated the flow of ritual magic step by step to grasp the details-

He wasn't going to try ritual magic until he was really proficient and learned more, as it would be a waste of materials and dangerous.

As he practiced the simulation over and over again, the time gradually approached three o'clock in the afternoon.

The third meeting is about to begin.