Back in the bedroom, Klein expertly took out a candle mixed with sandalwood and placed it in the middle of his desk, leaning on the wall of spirituality that had not yet been lifted.

Then, following the process, he lit a candle with spirituality, sprinkled with essential oils, hydrosols and herbal powders that symbolized good luck and mystery, and saw the flickering flames repeat the two states of dimness and brightness, and smelled the serene and leisurely fragrance.

Klein took two steps back, looked at the candle on the table, and shouted in a giant's voice:

"Me!"

After a slight pause, he changed the language of Hermes:

"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. ”

In an instant, the flickering yellow candle flame and the tranquil fragrance blended into an illusory whirlpool, frantically absorbing the whirlpool of spirituality.

By the time Crane finished chanting the incantation, the whirlpool had stabilized into a palm-sized gray circle.

After a few glances, Klein, who did not have the slightest doubt, took four steps backwards and returned to the gray mist, and unsurprisingly saw his own high-backed chair swinging round and round of light streaks, which set off the strange symbols composed of part "pupilless eyes" and part "distorted lines".

He took a breath, meditated to stabilize his mind, and reached out to touch his target.

Almost at the same time, he heard the summoning incantation he had just recited, and saw the surging spirituality and the ripples of light blend together to stretch out an illusory door.

Compared to the last time, this gate is completely formed and covered with mysterious patterns!

And these patterns are strung together in the center of the strange symbol behind the high-backed chair of the "Fool", a strange symbol composed of part "pupilless eyes" and part "twisted lines"!

Looking at this unreal door that was about to be opened, Klein gathered his spirit and gave a strong push idea.

Silently, the unchanging gray mist and the majestic ancient palace seemed to be thrown into the surface of the stone lake, producing ripples in circles and surging in the direction of the "Calling Gate".

A heavy grinding sound sounded, and the illusory, strange door suddenly cracked a crack, through which one could vaguely see the dark and deep world behind it, with countless transparent shadows that were difficult to describe, and one after another of different colors containing endless knowledge of the clear and pure light.

At this moment, Klein only felt an unimaginable and irresistible suction force coming from inside the door, and the whole person involuntarily threw himself over.

No sooner had he thought of astonishment than his figure pierced through the crack and disappeared into the gloom behind the door.

The extreme vertigo and near-crazy roar of the "head" subsided, and Crane finally regained his self-awareness.

He saw in front of him a young man in an old shirt, with black hair and brown eyes, and ordinary facial features, the other party was of medium height, thin but seemed to contain a lot of strength, and his body had an obvious bookish air but not gloomy at all.

...... Isn't that me? Klein is no stranger to scenes like this, and he sees something similar every day when he looks in the mirror and sorts his clothes.

He nodded imperceptibly, looked around with a sense of understanding, and saw his bed with white sheets, a coat rack with a half-height silk top hat, a tuxedo formal and a thin black trench coat, a shelf with many books, a desk that was neatly cleaned up and only a candle left, and a candle flame that emitted a gray glow.

And he was now floating in front of the palm-sized gray circle.

So, I really "summoned" myself? It's similar to the effect of a soul leaving the body...... But it seems to be a little different...... Klein looked at the body in front of him, at his empty eyes in a daze, and fell into deep thought.

However, he finally determined one thing, that is, only his own soul went to the gray mist, that is, the spirit body in the occult, and the external manifestation was the star spirit.

It's no wonder that I was able to see the surface of the astral spirits of Justice, the Hanged Man, and the Sun directly above the gray fog to determine if they belonged to the Extraordinary and to roughly judge their sequences...... Well, my body seems to be protected to a certain extent, from the protection of the ritual power, to be able to stand so firmly, without losing balance, and slumping to the ground...... Miss "Justice" They should be about the same...... Klein slowly adapted to the current situation and began to examine the respective states of body and soul.

He withdrew his gaze and tried to drive his own spirit, which had been infused with some mysterious spatial power.

Woo!

A slightly chilly wind blew and hovered around the bedroom, and Klein happily savored the smell of flight, circling and circling.

"In the same city, I can also play the role of a 'messenger'...... I just don't know if I can carry real things......" He controlled his emotions, stopped, floated in mid-air, and tested other abilities.

He grabbed the notebook on the shelf, and the palm of his hand went through and back again, and there was nowhere to focus.

"It's a little sticky, it's not like it's penetrating air...... When I'm stronger, or can pry more power into the mysterious space above the gray mist, I might be able to do it......" Crane tried the individual paper again, but still couldn't grab it.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, he flew to the coat rack, put his transparent and blurry hand into the pocket of his black trench coat, and touched the "Sleeping Charm" and "Requiem Charm" that had been successfully replenished for reimbursement.

These are items mixed with his own spirituality, and in the mysterious realm, there is a certain difference from ordinary real matter, so Klein wants to see if he can carry them.

His palm passed through again, but he clearly felt the existence of the charm and felt the blending of spirituality, but his "strength" was not big enough to pick up the charm, of course, it can also be said in another way, that is, the spirituality of the charm is not strong enough, and it is difficult to resonate strongly with his current state of existence.

"Spirituality isn't strong enough...... Klein thoughtfully turned to another pocket, which contained the "Yang Flame Charm" made by stealing the power of divine blood and mixing it with his own spirituality.

The warm feeling quickly spread throughout his body, making his body more stable and his thoughts clearer.

He picked up the thin piece of gold and took out his coat pocket, and in the newly added mirror in the room, the charm floated out of itself, just as it had been described in many ghost stories.

"You can carry a Yang Flame Charm, and you can also use your voice directly with your spirit...... Well, I've got some strength in this state......" Crane flew to the mirror and stopped in front of him, seeing only a thin piece of gold inside, and beyond that, the furniture facing it and the dimness caused by the closing of the curtains.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, he placed the "Sun Flame Charm" on the bed, and he returned to the mirror, trying to see if he could get in.

As soon as it was dark, Crane's perspective changed suddenly, he saw all the images reflected in the mirror just now, and saw the vaguely outlined things in the dim environment, which made him feel like he was hiding in a hidden corner, peeking into a small half of the room.

It can really enter the mirror, but it is just an ordinary object, and it does not lead to any mysterious and strange world...... Crane nodded slightly, rushed forward, and returned to the room.

The success of carrying the "Sun Flame Charm" gave him great confidence, so he tried to grab another item.

That's a copper whistle from Azik!

As soon as he touched this ancient and delicate object, Crane felt his spirituality swelling and cold.

With a sudden, his illusory eyes turned into burning flames, deep black flames.

"It seems to be a little stronger, and the state is closer to the resentful spirit, but there is no strong resentment...... "Klein's precipitated spirit reflects his current appearance.

This is the ability that belongs to the "Joker".

"Mr. Azik's brass whistle is magical. He nodded, realizing that he could pick up a certain weight of paper, and that the "Sleep Charm" and the like were undoubtedly possible.

It's a pity that the ceremonial silver dagger can be carried, but the revolver is too heavy to grab...... Crane ended his attempt at this and turned to his current state to see if he had the ability to cast spells.

After careful experimentation, he determined that he had two types of spell abilities that he had been "summoned", one was to directly stun the target's soul with an invisible roar, and the other was to create a freeze-like effect through contact.

Satisfied, Crane looked out of the bulge window, into the sun and the street that were hidden by the curtains.

"I don't know if I'm in the middle of nowhere, can I be active during the day......" he muttered and floated to the window.

Then, Klein carefully pulled the curtain so that it revealed a gap, allowing a little sunlight to penetrate the spiritual wall and into the bedroom.

Under this bright sun, Crane found that his spirit body was steaming in the black mist, and his power was fading little by little.

He quickly let go, letting the curtain cover the light again.

"No......" Klein pondered for a moment, then looked at the "Yang Flame Charm" placed on the bed.

Would it have been different if it had been blessed with the divine blood power of the Eternal Sun? He floated onto the bed, trying to grab the thin piece of gold.

However, as soon as he touched his target, the feeling of warmth and purity clashed with his own swollen and cold spirituality, just as water and fire could not coexist.

Multiply!

He threw down the gold in his hand as if he had been burned.

Mr. Azik's Bronze Whistle and the Sunfire Charm cannot exist in my spirit at the same time...... Crane wisely set up the brass whistle, letting his own spirituality shrink and let the black flame in his eye sockets extinguish.

In this state, both of my spell types have weakened...... After some experimentation, Crane grabbed the "Sun Flame Charm" and felt the stability and warm baptism of the spirit body again.

He returned to the window, and cautiously opened the curtain through a gap.

The sun shone in and shone on him, only warmth, no harm.

"Not bad......" Crane smiled heartily as he flew cautiously outside the house through the spiritual wall, intending to do more experiments.