Jowood district, 15 Minsk Street.

A well-fed Klein sat in an easy chair in the living room, flanked by a charcoal-burning fireplace.

In an environment as warm as early summer, he wore a white shirt, a black vest and thin trousers, and unfolded the newspaper with both hands, turning to the page with the most small advertisements of all kinds.

"A new type of transportation, in urgent need of investment, the details are negotiable......" Klein silently read twice, reached out and picked up a pencil from the small dark red round table next to him, and circled the message.

If he does not entrust the door tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, he plans to see if the so-called new means of transportation have any investment value.

- This kind of thing cannot be divined in advance because there is a lack of sufficient information.

"Hope is a bicycle-like product......" Klein muttered to himself silently, layers of illusory supplication echoed in his ears.

Who? Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, Classmate Sun, or some clerk at the Beckland Bank who copied my password? Crane put down the newspaper and went back to his bedroom, locking the door.

Walking four steps backwards, and into the gray mist, he saw the edge of the ancient mottled bronze table, and the side of the Fool's Chair, with a clear light swinging in circles.

Crane, who was already experienced, sat down calmly, and his spirituality spread, touching the ripples of light in response to his supplication.

The scene before him changed to a vague set of sofas with a petite woman curled up in the costume of a cadet knight.

There is no transcription of passwords...... Looking at a piece of paper...... Klein suddenly came to his senses and figured out what was going on:

"She must be one of the two extraordinary beings mentioned by Miss 'Justice' who need to be examined by me......"

After pondering for more than ten seconds, Klein didn't really respond, and planned to take this step again in the middle of the night, and then test her personality and ability from the other party's reaction, attitude, and handling techniques.

Of course, he would never force others to join the Tarot Society.

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

"Fool who does not belong to this era......" Hugh, who had just finished reading the ancient Hermetic language, was stunned for a few seconds, and his back flicked, and he sat up straight.

It seemed like it might be the name of some hidden being!

And her occult knowledge and all kinds of rumors told her:

Once the full name of a hidden being is recited, it often means that the other person's gaze is being aroused!

The consequences of such gaze are likely not to be wonderful, and may even be tragic!

Many of those hidden beings are the embodiment of evil gods and demons!

And I recite it in the unprotected ancient Hermean language...... I'm so stupid, why should I discern with my heart and meditate carefully...... Hugh looked around in fear, afraid that a strange monster that words could not describe suddenly appeared in the quiet house.

Sofas, coffee tables, cabinets, dining tables, chairs, oil paintings and other items all came into her eyes one by one, and nothing changed.

After being vigilant for dozens of seconds, Hugh relaxed a little and comforted himself:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I just recited the honorable name, and I didn't follow the prayer mantra. ”

"It's an incomplete ritual and shouldn't attract attention. ”

"And it is not uncommon that the name was translated by the owner of the paper according to the special symbol of Russell the Great, which may not be correct. ”

"However, I have heard that if the evil gods and demons are interested, they will respond even if the ritual is incomplete...... I'm so stupid, I really ......" Thinking about it, Hugh cried again, feeling that he had made a serious mistake.

After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that there was no clear response, Hugh puffed out his cheeks and exhaled slowly.

She clipped the paper back into the book "History of the Nobility of the Kingdom of Rune", entered the bathroom with a slightly heavy heart, and turned on the faucet, intending to sober up with cold water.

Whoa!

The almost transparent water flowed down, and he lowered his back, stretched out his palms, and held a little.

She was about to apply cold water to her face when out of the corner of her eye she saw a long, slightly curly brown hair in the washing mirror.

And she herself is shoulder-length, messy yellow hair.

Huo Ran, Hugh's root hair stood up.

She strained her feet, held her hands on, and suddenly popped back, half-turned, and slammed her elbow into it.

Syllable!

She leaned against a warm body, causing the other to let out a familiar scream and fall to the ground.

Hugh stopped his follow-up and looked at his friend, who was holding his stomach, rolling in pain and teary-eyed.

The corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously:

"Forth, when did you come back?"

Furth didn't answer immediately, but after a while, he slowly stood up against the wall, and complained:

"I just came back, Hugh, are you crazy? Do you do it without even seeing it clearly!

"Where did you come from?" Hugh asked awkwardly.

"Coming in through the bathroom window, what, is there a problem? As an 'apprentice', it's normal to don't have a key with you. Furth replied with a sense of urgency.

Hugh straightened his back and pushed all the blame back:

"Then why didn't you walk through the door? You really scared me out of the way!"

Firth blinked and said:

"That's a half-circle, it's too much trouble, I'm used to walking in a straight line. ”

She paused, puzzled, "But, Hugh, your reaction is too intense, isn't it?"

Hugh struggled for three seconds between losing face and losing his life, and replied frankly:

"Because, because I made a mistake, a fatal mistake. ”

"What's wrong?" asked Furth, rubbing his stomach, dazed and concerned.

Hugh hurriedly found the middle layer of his book, found an old piece of paper, and accidentally recited the ancient Hermeus incantation on it, which was suspected to be the name of a secret being.

"You, what about your brain? yes, it shouldn't be anything, the ritual is incomplete, and who knows if it's true or not......" Furth looked around, feeling a little chilly inexplicably.

She followed Hugh back to the living room, where she saw the yellowed piece of paper, the Rossell special symbol on it, and the ancient Hermetic script.

With a glance, the professional occult researcher Furth bowed his head lightly:

"It's not the evil gods and demons and hidden existences that I know, it's not a big problem. ”

"And there have been no accidents so far, which means that there should be no problems. ”

Seeing Hugh relax, she thought of the pain in her stomach and added "maliciously":

"Of course, if something really happens, we can't save ourselves with our ability. ”

Hugh's face turned white, and he blurted out:

"Forth, we'll be together tonight, forget it, I'll sleep by myself......"

Furth raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Well, don't worry, you think, I hear strange whispers every full moon, but there are no signs of madness or loss of control." ”

"Hmm...... Let's look at the other three books, and if they have the same paper and incantations, it is likely to be a prank by Viscount Glerinte. ”

The two of them hurriedly dug out books such as "Heraldry" and checked them carefully, and found no additional findings.

Hugh looked at Firth, Firth looked at Hugh, and the atmosphere became calm again.

"Or do we sneak into the Mass Hall of St. Samuel's Church tonight to sleep?" Hugh suggested on a whim.

This is the headquarters of the Church of the Goddess of the Night, the Diocese of Beckland.

"Why not St. Hillland's Church, I don't think the Goddess of the Night will bless me......" Furth replied subconsciously.

It is the headquarters of the Church of Steam and the Mechanics of the Diocese of Beckland, in the district of St. George, next to the large factories to the southeast.

The two ladies of different faith fell silent again, and after a while, Forth sighed:

"And that would make us targeted by the Nightwatcher, or the Mechanical Heart, which may be the purpose of the Hidden Being. ”

"Okay, go to sleep, wait until tomorrow morning to know the answer, if nothing happens by then, it means that there is really no problem. ”

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

In the middle of the night, the not-so-perfect red moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the sky of Bakeland was rarely full of bright stars.

Crane instinctively woke up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and entered the gray mist.

Sitting in the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool, he was ready to respond to Miss Justice's companion and let the matter "go into the process".

At this moment, he suddenly had a new idea:

Maybe you can try to pull people into the gray fog in this situation!

The young lady must have fallen asleep, and even if my attempt had been successful, she would probably have thought it was just a clearer dream afterwards...... Well...... If it succeeds, cut it off in time to prevent her from seeing the surrounding scene clearly......

After a moment of scrutiny, Crane reached out and pointed at the rippling circle of light as a way to establish a connection.

Suddenly, he felt his spirituality surging out wildly, causing the entire mysterious space above the gray mist to tremble slightly.

Just when Crane thought his spirituality would be completely drained, everything calmed down, and a vague and distorted figure emerged from the edge of the long bronze table.

Hugh opened his eyes in a heavy sleep, and saw the endless gray mist, saw an ancient high-backed chair, and saw a dark shadow looking down on him.

Klein was overjoyed, and immediately cut off contact according to the predetermined plan.

The hazy, petite figure vanished, but within the gray mist there was a cloud of crimson illusory stars.

Crane looked at the scene and confirmed one thing, that as long as someone recited his name, he could pull the other person into the gray mist, and the crimson star was a sign of a strong connection.

"But there are certain limitations, with my current strength, at most one more connection...... Well...... Based on what I have just experienced, my current spiritual level can at most pull in an extraordinary person who is one sequence higher than me, and it may not be, it is only a preliminary judgment, and there is no problem with someone in the same sequence or lower than me......" Crane thought with satisfaction.

He didn't need to respond any further, the attempt was enough.

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

After brushing the floor, Hugh sat up in his sleep.

She had been worried about the hidden dangers of reciting the honorific name, and not long after she fell asleep, she dreamed of a mysterious space, and dreamed of a gray misty figure looking at her condescendingly.

The dream was so clear that Hugh was scared.

She looked at the sleeping Foirth beside her, and thought with a shudder:

"Is it a nightmare caused by fear, or is it an evil spirit haunted by the gaze of a hidden being?"

"Hmm...... Tomorrow night there is a gathering of the circle of extraordinary people, and in addition to buying the formula, I also have to find someone who is good at exorcism to purify it. ”