After instructing Susie, the golden retriever, Audrey paced back and forth a few steps, as if she was not relieved enough, because she didn't know if anything strange would happen to today's ritual magic.

"That's it......" She looked still, examining the envisaged process with the attitude of a bystander, and soon had a new arrangement.

Audrey locked the bedroom door and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, you are squatting here, and if Anne and the others want to force their way in, go to the bathroom and inform me immediately. ”

In case of some accidents, her personal maid has a key that unlocks her.

Susie glanced at her with a faint look and wagged her tail three times.

"Very well, I'll let you pick today's lunch!" Audrey clenched her fist and shook it slightly.

After the advice, she entered the bathroom and saw that there was clear water in the square bathtub with a length and width of three or four meters, and the white air was filled with phantom fog.

Audrey cleaned up a rectangular table full of bottles and cans, and then returned to the outside room, bringing in candles, offerings, and white robes.

Immediately after, she closed the bathroom door.

After doing all this, Audrey breathed a sigh of relief and picked up a palm-sized light blue translucent bottle from the side of the four candles.

The bottle was cylindrical and shimmering dreamily in the light, and it contained the ritual oil she had distilled and extracted yesterday—as a lover of occultism, she had studied similar things, and she had many self-made hydrosols, flower essences, balms, essential oils, and incense at home, so she was quickly prepared according to the fool's description.

"Moonflower, goldmint, deep sleep, goldenhand, and rock rose...... Strange recipe...... "Audrey muttered quietly, "Well, before ritual magic, you have to cleanse your body and calm your mind, it's a reverence for the gods, well, the objects of prayer." ”

After recalling the process, she placed the ritual oil on the edge of the tub and reached for her light household clothes.

Silk fabrics fell in the changing basket, Audrey curled her long hair, first tested the temperature of the water with her hands, and then tiptoed slightly, carefully stepping in, sinking her body into a warm embrace.

"Whew......" she exhaled comfortably, only to feel warm and unusually relaxed.

I really don't want to move a finger...... Audrey forced herself to muster up, grabbed the light blue translucent vial next to her, and dropped a few drops of the ritual oil into the water.

A burst of fragrance dissipated, and there was a hidden fragrance in the tranquility, Audrey took a few sips and nodded her head in satisfaction.

"Nice, smells good. ”

"It's so relaxing, it's so comfortable......"

"I don't want to move at all, I really want to lie quietly like this......"

"Quiet, quiet...... Be quiet...... Quiet ......"

I don't know how long later, Audrey suddenly heard a dog's barking.

She opened her eyes, looked left and right in confusion, and found that Susie had opened the door and came in at some point, squatting outside the bathtub, her eyes quite helpless.

Rubbing the corners of her eyes, Audrey felt that the water temperature had dropped a lot.

"I, am I asleep?" she asked subconsciously.

Susie looked at her, not whining or wagging her tail.

"Haha, that bottle of ritual oil works so well, well, it's good!" Audrey explained with a dry laugh and a cheerful tone.

She stood up, took the bath towel, wrapped and wiped her body, and said to the golden retriever:

"Susie, keep guarding, don't let Annie and the others in!"

When the golden retriever left, she quietly stuck out her tongue, threw away the bath towel, and put on the clean white robe directly.

Closing the bathroom door, Audrey carefully reflected on the ritual she had recorded.

She picked up four candles and placed them in the four corners of the table.

"The white bread on the upper left and the Fenerport noodles on the upper right are so fragrant, but it's a little cold...... No, it's not the time to think about these things!Bottom left paella, bottom right Dixi pie......" Audrey carefully set up the altar as described by the fool, shaking her head twice in between.

Ready, she lit four candles in turn, picked up the silver knife, and plunged it into the stack of coarse salt.

After reciting the Hermesian mantra of sanctification, Audrey took out the ornate knife and placed it in a cup of water.

Gathering her spirit, she pulled away from the silver "holy blade" and meditated on the scene where the spirit spread and erupted from the tip of the knife.

Invisible power poured out, and Audrey took the knife and circled around the altar, only to feel that a spiritual wall had indeed been erected around it, excluding all uncleanness and all interference.

She maintained the state of "audience" and did not let the excitement and excitement in her heart affect the ceremony.

Putting down the silver knife, she picked up the light blue crystal vial and dropped a drop into each candle.

Multiply!

The faint aroma permeated one after another, and Audrey's body, mind, and spirit seemed to be quiet.

She took a deep breath, bowed her head reverently, and recited the official incantation in Hermes:

"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. ”

"O Deep Sleep Flower, herbs belonging to the Red Moon, please pass on the power to my incantation. ”

"O goldenhand, herbs belonging to the sun, please pass on the power to my mantra. ”

......

As soon as Audrey finished reciting the incantation and was about to meditate on the content of the prayer, she felt the wind blowing in the sealed spiritual wall, and saw the crimson stars on the back of her hand circling.

Her heart jumped, and she hurriedly half-closed her eyes, calmly sketched, and sincerely requested.

When it was all over, she looked around a little puzzled, and found nothing else strange.

"That's it?" Audrey whispered, frowning slightly.

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

"The Yellow and Black King of Good Fortune...... In the captain's room of the ......"Blue Avenger", Alger Wilson, dressed in storm robes, silently recited the three descriptions he heard in the afternoon, as if trying to find clues to the identity of the other party.

He shook his head and got up slightly irritated, but ultimately did nothing.

Alger was not too comfortable with the Blue Avenger, an ancient Tudot ship, and although he was in control of it, he always had a gut that told him that the ship still held many secrets, just like the Blood Emperor.

Therefore, he will use this ship to test the Fool's abilities, but he will not try unknown ritual magic on the ship.

Alger pondered for a few minutes, then left the captain's quarters and went to the deck, where he said to the few crew members:

"We are about to arrive in the Rorsted Islands and will be staying there for a day. ”

The crew immediately cheered and shouted:

"Thank you, Your Excellency!"

Because the ghost ship does not need sailors and has few crews, they never worry about supplies, and they can enjoy fresh food and water every day, but the day after day voyage and the scenery that hardly changes, they still feel tired both physically and mentally, as if they are always suppressing something, enduring something, until they can no longer control it.

The Rorsted Islands are a well-known colony on the Sunian Sea, with developed commerce and various industries.

"I just don't want to wait!" one of the "sailors" shrugged his waist and gave a hey laugh that all men know.

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

On the public carriage to Zotland Street, Crane, who was leisurely reading the newspaper, was suddenly stunned, as if he heard an illusory shout.

The invisible whisper echoed in his mind, making his forehead jump and uncontrollable.

The inaudible call came and went quickly, and it only took a dozen seconds or so to disappear without a trace, and Crane pinched his forehead against the throbbing pain that came from deep in his brain.

"Old Neil said that there is an inexplicable whisper?, why is the inspiration too high?" One thought flashed, and Klein suddenly saw four black dots on the back of his right hand stand out at some point, they are like natural thin moles, very inconspicuous.

This stems from the four black dots of the transshipment ritual that quickly settled, turned from deep to faint, and disappeared.

Klein stared at it in amazement, and had one more guess about what had just happened:

"'Justice' or 'The Hanged Man' tried the ritual magic I gave?"

"Am I really right?"

"Those three descriptions really point to me through the mysterious space above the gray mist?"

"But I'm not strong enough to hear the prayer...... I don't know if there is any news 'kept' above the gray fog......"

"Well, come in tonight and make sure. ”

Crane was a little apprehensive and a little excited, and hurriedly put up the newspaper and covered his face so that others could not see the change in his expression.

Soon, he arrived at Zotland Street and entered the Black Thorn Security Company.

Before he could say hello to Roshan, Klein saw captain Dunn Smith come out with a piece of paper with a portrait in his hand.

"You also look at this internal wanted post, a very vicious and cruel extraordinary person has entered Tingen. Dunn, who was wearing a black trench coat and no hat, glanced over and handed over the paper.

Klein took a look, and the first thing that caught his eye was a sketch portrait.

The owner of the portrait has a round face, a little shy in temperament, and is not too old, only eighteen or nineteen years old.

"Tris, suspected of being extraordinary, has been preliminarily assessed as the 'instigator' of Sequence 8, and the possibility of coming from the 'Gnostic Society', the creator of the Alfalfa tragedy, cannot be ruled out...... There are eyewitnesses who have left the port of Enmat and came to Tingen, where his whereabouts are unknown......"

Tris ...... Sativa ...... Crane remembered the dream interpretation yesterday afternoon, remembered Joyce Meyer's description, and immediately said:

"Captain, I know a client who could be a rather important witness. ”

"I know, Joyce Meyer, I was asked by the 'Heart of the Machine' team to help me last night, and I saw you in Joyce's dream, and I know a lot of detail that Terris was responsible for the Alfalfa tragedy. Dunn's eyes were blank and he chuckled.

It's boring, Captain...... Fortunately, I was on my day off yesterday, not playing the role of a "soothsayer" during work...... Klein sneered, and there was a kind of fear that he would almost be caught by his boss.

He asked instead:

"What sequence of ways did the instigator come from, and what kind of organization is the Gnostic Society?"

Is instigating others to kill each other a way for Tris to eliminate the hidden dangers of potions, or is it a need for promotion?

Dunn thought for a few seconds and said:

"It just so happens that it's time for you to get your hands on the Extraordinary and the Covert Order, and don't always be dictated by old Neil to read historical documents. ”

Captain, isn't the reason you recruited me just because you want a "history expert"? Klein didn't dare to point out the problem, nodded seriously:

"Okay. ”

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