"Not belonging to this era's fools... the mysterious master above the mist... the yellow-black king who holds good fortune..." Audrey Holmer recited these three descriptions, and suddenly, a tempest of emotions surged within her, unable to maintain the state of "audience" anymore.
As a lover of mysticism, before being drawn into this mist, although she hadn't formally encountered extraordinary powers, when having private gatherings with fellow enthusiasts and nobles, she would exchange information about what she knew, would learn the Hermes language used for sacrifices, and would attempt some rituals mentioned by others.
Those rituals, without exception, had no effect, but they also gave Audrey a certain understanding of the formatted incantations.
So, she knew very well what the three-part description of the fool represented in other rituals:
It represented, it pointed to, the seven gods who looked down upon the entire world!
It was almost equivalent to "The Scarlet Lord, the Secret Mother, the Queen of Peril and Fear"!
Was the Mr. Fool, as Grellint and others mentioned, an unknown, hidden, powerful being like a god? Was he a dangerous source that must be carefully avoided in the rituals? Audrey quickly recalled the sighs of her friends when they wanted to try but dared not try some strange rituals, and for a moment, she couldn't speak.
Knowing more than her, Algie Wilson trembled inwardly:
"If the ritual magic designed by the Fool really points to him and allows him to receive our requests, then, it must be addressed with His Majesty, with this third-person respectful term for gods and similar beings..."
"It's truly fortunate, truly wise. I have always been cooperative and didn't do any stupid things, even if there was a test, it was within the normal range..."
"Perhaps he is an ancient, hidden, terrifying existence, but he doesn't appear before us in his original appearance and true name... The original witch, the hidden sage, or one of the real creators of the several mysterious sects?"
Algie understood that the Fool she was seeing now might not be his true image. He might not even have a gender, or might not be a humanoid creature.
Klein put his hand on his forehead and lightly tapped the edge of the bronze long table, sensitively detecting the changes of "The Hangman" and "Justice".
But he pretended nothing had happened, presenting everything as being within expectations, and continued speaking on his own:
"I ask for your help."
"I ask for your favor."
"I ask you to give me a good dream."
"Deep Sleep Flower, the herb belonging to the Red Moon, please transfer the power to my incantation."
"Golden Citron, the herb belonging to the Sun, please transfer the power to my incantation." ...
He described each line of the other format incantation one by one, and finally smiled and said:
"Madam, sir, have you remembered?"
"Oh..." Audrey let out a soft exclamation, quickly covering her mouth and began to seriously recall.
With the powerful memory of the "audience", she quickly completed the recording and repeated it aloud to confirm.
Alger behaved much more normally than her. No matter what was in his mind, his pen never stopped.
Klein confirmed Audrey's recording and smiled slightly:
"If this attempt succeeds, then next time we can slightly modify the incantation to achieve our desired goal."
"By no later than Wednesday, I hope you can find some free time to complete this ritual."
He planned to enter here again on Thursday evening to confirm whether the ritual magic was effective.
-- The reason why "The Hangman" and "Justice" did not directly pray for "absence" was because Klein was worried that this could not distinguish whether they really wanted to "take a leave" or the result of the ritual magic. Then, would they pull or not?
"Following your will." Audrey and Alger controlled their emotions and replied respectfully.
"According to The Hangman's previous proposal, after the serious matter, there is a chat stage. Who will start first?" Klein gave the gesture to invite.
Audrey thought for a moment and said:
"Mr. Fool, the suggestion you gave last time about the examination screening and separation of affairs and government affairs has been recognized by many parliamentarians. Perhaps, it really has the potential to become a reality. Of course, with the efficiency of the kingdom government, the plan will not appear until at least half a year later."
She was not worried that "The Hangman" would investigate her identity based on this matter because she had only casually guided two sentences and made those proud wives think that it was their outstanding minds that played a role, making them eager to show off to their husbands, their fathers, and their brothers.
At that moment, Audrey felt as if she saw a group of golden peacocks spreading their wings.
She believed that those wives would constantly self-suggest, attributing the honor of this matter to themselves, and completely forgetting their role, arguing with each other about who was the first to propose it.
And changing the situation of the kingdom in this ingenious way gave Audrey a strange sense of achievement. It seemed that she had found a way for "the audience" to influence the plot of the drama.
"Hopefully so." "The Hangman" Alger replied sarcastically.
He paused for a few seconds, looked at the Fool at the head of the bronze long table, and deliberated the words:
"Over the past few decades, the activities of various secret organizations have shown an increasing trend. Even several new, large-scale, and having certain extraordinary power organizations have emerged."
Are you trying to find out the reason from me? I haven't even started to contact the "illegal organization" materials yet... Klein just smiled and did not comment on "The Hangman's" news, but instead ambiguously said:
"Some ancient powers are awakening."
Like the power represented by the Antigonus Family Notes...
"Is that so..." Alger muttered to himself, seemingly thinking of something.
Klein scanned "The Hangman" and "Justice", smiled, and said:
"If there is nothing else to share, then this meeting is over for today."
"Following your will." Audrey and Alger stood up simultaneously.
Klein's fingers slid, cutting off the connection with the deep red star, watching the two figures disappear into the majestic hall.
He stood up, turned to the high-backed chair behind him, which was the top seat of the bronze long table, and looked at the constellation symbols there.
The brilliant stars formed an odd symbol, a symbol outside of Klein's current knowledge of mysticism.
He carefully examined for a while, saw the symbol representing secrecy, "The Eye without Pupil", and also saw the symbol representing change, "The Twisted Line". Both were missing parts, overlapping and forming a new symbolic symbol. "Incomplete secrets, incomplete changes... What does all this mean?" Klein murmured with a frown, unable to come up with an answer for the moment.
He lowered his gaze and walked around the grand, ancient temple, not missing any corner.
"I just thought about it casually and gave a rough concept, not describing the shapes of the palace, the long table, and the chairs at all... So what were their appearances based on? Optimal selection? Initial template? Or reality mapping?" Klein watched and suddenly thought of a question he had overlooked before.
Alas, I have to admit that as a keyboard master, I indeed lack experience and sensitivity in many things, and am slow to understand... With this self-examination, Klein carefully conducted checks above the mist and around the temple, but found no other creatures and no other strange things.
As for the farther places, like an endless realm of illusion, he was temporarily reluctant to delve into them, fearing getting completely lost there.
"Ah, this place is indeed full of mystery... When I become stronger, I wonder if there will be new changes... " Klein sighed, expanded his spirituality, wrapped himself, and simulated the feeling of rapid descent.
Everything passed by quickly, various illusions fragmented, he penetrated the grayish mist and saw the real world, saw the desk, curtains and wardrobe in his bedroom. ......
Beckland, Queens.
Audrey saw the oil painting hanging on the wall and felt the softness of the velvet pillow.
She didn't get up immediately but instead carefully relived the entire gathering of the day, as if she were watching a re-enacted play.
"Mr. Fool said that when he gave the descriptive incantations such as 'Mysterious Dominator' and 'The Yellow and Black King', his tone had a certain degree of confidence... confidence..." Silent analyzing Audrey suddenly took a deep breath and her body trembled slightly.
Forget it. Since there's no way to resist, then let's not think about it... Mr. Fool has always been very kind and should be a law-abiding being... Audrey's mood quickly improved and she thought of her role and the faint effect of the potion.
She hummed a light melody, left the big bed, and headed towards the door, actively adjusting her state and transforming into "the audience".
Opening the door, she saw the maid passing by on the opposite side, saw the calluses on her hands, the sunspots on her face, and many similar details. This allowed her to infer many things.
Just then, Audrey suddenly had a sensation and quickly turned her head towards the dark corner away from the balcony.
She saw the golden-haired dog Susie squatting there, quietly observing her, just like she was observing the maid.
Goddess... Audrey's lips twitched, she really wanted to cover her face and sigh deeply. ......
In the captain's cabin, which was well-protected on the sea.
Algier came to consciousness and found that there was no change around him, as if nothing had happened at all.
He sighed and said to himself in his heart:
"Is this an ancient being?" ......
After the rite was over, Klein opened the curtains, took out his notebook, and resumed writing.
He recalled the contents of several diaries of Emperor Roselius, through such records, he strengthened his memory and prevented future forgetfulness.
After finishing, he read it over and over again, but in the end, he tore up the written notes and burned them completely.
Doing this once a week should prevent him from forgetting the key points... However, as time goes by, the tasks will become increasingly heavy... Unfortunately, there is no other good solution for now. I haven't learned cryptography... Klein gathered his thoughts, moved his neck joints, and decided to go to the divination club.
-- "Diviners" have different standards in different people's minds. No one can say that others are definitely wrong. Therefore, Klein doesn't know what kind of "diviner" best meets the requirements of "magic potion", and can only correct and determine it through repeated practices!