As soon as Klein put on a long double-breasted gown, he picked up a half-height silk top hat and walked towards the door, he suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers echoing.
who?He frowned slightly and listened with his ears, but he could only confirm that the invocation was a lady, and his voice was intermittent, as if it contained great pain.
Thinking that nothing particularly important was that, the new magician Klein threw it away and let the half-height silk top hat hang on the coat rack accurately. He returned to the bedroom, walked four steps back and entered the majestic palace.
This time, he did not see any illusory star expanding and contracting the crimson red light, but at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, there was a clear light swinging around the side of the fool's seat.
The prayer of non-Tarot members...Happy, or the lady with slightly curly brunette hair?Klein sat in his own position with some speculation.
Because he had emptied the money in his bearer account, he did not doubt anyone trying to steal his wealth.
Leaning slightly backward, Klein pointed his left hand and spread his spirituality, touching the rippling aperture.
The scene around him suddenly changed, and he saw overturned coffee tables, sloping sofas, books and papers all over the floor, and a brunette lady who was struggling with death.
Meanwhile, Klein heard the other party's prayer clearly:
Not belonging to this era, fools...
Above the gray fog, the mysterious master...
He is in charge, good luck, the king of yellow and black...
Save me, save me...
Save me?
Looking at her appearance, she looked a little like an out of control. Her hair was growing longer at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cuticle layer of her skin had been covered with an evil white light. How could I save her? Klein observed it carefully for several seconds and said in embarrassment.
At this moment, he identified a faint illusion of indistinct murmur from the lady's painful prayer.
Yes, ravings!
This kind of terrifying murmur is the same as the terrifying murmur that enters the gray fog, but it feels not crazy at all, not evil at all, and does not contain obvious malicious intentions.
It seems that this lady is approaching out of control because she hears the murmur... If she stops hearing it, can she calm down and improve?Klein thoughtfully extended his hand toward the rippling aperture.
Immediately afterwards, he allowed his spirituality to surge out in a wild way and established a solid and mysterious connection.
After being promoted to Magician, his spirituality became much more abundant, and the burden on this area was correspondingly smaller.
……
Fors' head became more and more confused, and he felt his thoughts were like boiling boiling water, constantly emitting bubbles, trying to break into the constraints of his head.
Am I dying... I don't want it, don't want it, become a monster... Just as this thought flashed through her mind, the tide of pain was overwhelmed.
Suddenly, she suddenly woke up. The pain, irritability, madness and despair that had penetrated deeply into the bones seemed to not exist at all, just an illusion.
Today is so soon?
Isn’t it always prolonged during the blood moon?
Forsi opened his eyes that had been closed unconsciously in confusion, and saw that there was endless gray and white mist below him, and there was an ancient and mottled bronze table in front of him.
Where is this?She looked around in shock and saw towering stone pillars, and the towering palace supported by the stone pillars.
Immediately afterwards, she found a mysterious figure wrapped in thick gray mist at the top of the bronze table, which seemed to be looking down at everything.
What is this place?who is he?Forsy asked again his question in his heart with caution.
Immediately, she remembered what she had just done!
In extreme pain, she recited the mysterious spell that Xiu found in "History of the Nobles in the Kingdom of Ruen", which was suspected to be pointing to an evil spirit!
No, it's not just an evil spirit!
He could temporarily get rid of the terrifying murmurs... and pulled me into this strange world... This... Fors suppressed his inner fear and half stood up and bowed:
May I ask you are...
At this moment, she suddenly remembered the specific content of the spell and blurted out:
You are a fool!Well, sir.
Are you the Lord Fool?
Klein smiled and nodded:
Just call me Mr. Fool directly.
While speaking, he found that behind the chair where Fors was sitting, the symbolic symbols and mysterious patterns formed by bright stars were changing rapidly.
In just one or two seconds, a layered door was outlined, a door made up of countless illusory similar people!
Door ?As soon as Klein saw this symbol, he instantly recalled Mr. Dom mentioned in Rossell's diary.
The other party will approach the real world at the full moon and make a cry for help!
Could it be that the rhymes just now are related to Mr. Door?
Well... Today is Blood Moon Night, an enhanced version of the full moon... This lady corresponds to the door, and the symbolic symbol behind Miss Hug's seat before was similar to the Sword of Judgment... Klein nodded invisibly.
He confirmed something about this, that is, once a solid connection is established and the other party is an extraordinary person, the symbolic symbols behind the corresponding seats will change according to the other party's actual situation. It is not necessary to join the Tarot Club and come to the gray fog regularly.
At this time, Forsy's heart was filled with storm:
The fool... is indeed the fool... that honorable name really points to a powerful existence!
What is he going to do?Will I be allowed to trade with my soul?
Haha, at least, it's better than losing control in that terrible murmur... I saved my life, and no matter what, it would be like to make a profit...
She was filled with thoughts and suddenly heard the foolish gentleman ask with a smile:
Every time you are full moon, you will hear murmurs from unknown where you come from?
How did he know?Forsi looked at it in shock and replied in a daze:
Yes.
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of a possibility and blurted out:
You, you, do you know the origin of that raving?Do you know who is infringing on me?Do you know how to solve this problem completely?
It was a pity bug lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm... Klein originally planned to answer with these words that could shape his own image, but after thinking about it, he felt that he could not be sure that the murmur heard in front of him was indeed from Mr. Door.
In order not to make mistakes and not to be embarrassed in the future, he skipped the other party’s questions and smiled vaguely:
He may not want to hurt you, maybe he is just asking for help from you.
Therefore, the ravings do not contain malicious intentions, are not crazy, or are not evil.
Ask me for help?However, the whispers made me closer and closer to losing control. If you hadn't helped me, I might have become a monster now.Fors asked in disbelief.
Klein smiled and said:
That's because you're too vulnerable.
Am I too vulnerable?Fors was both stunned and confused.
Klein explained a little:
The level of your life is too far from the other side. Maybe, he is just breathing normally, and the storm he brings can tear you to pieces. Maybe, he just glances at you and you will die on the spot.
Of course, if he deliberately controls his own power, he cannot communicate with you normally. However, his voice may have to pass through layers of obstacles to reach your ears. Deliberate control often means a failed call for help. Haha, I mean, suppose he is calling for help.
The levels of life are too far apart... I will die on the spot after a glance... Fores was stunned when he heard it, and it took him a long time to squeeze out his smile and said:
This reminds me of a sentence.
Don't look directly at God...
Klein looked at her with a smile, without giving a positive answer.
Could that terrible whisper really come from being close to the gods?
Fool, Mr. Can help me eliminate the influence of the other party and always talk about it in a rather plain tone... Does this mean that he is equivalent to the level of life of that existence?
The more Fursi thought about it, the more shocked he became, and his body felt unstoppable trembling.
Klein waited for a few seconds before asking:
Every time there is a full moon, how long will the whisper last?
Three to five minutes, if it is a Blood Moon Night, it will last more than seven minutes.Forsy calmed down his thoughts and answered honestly.
Hearing this, Klein felt more and more that the master of the raving was Mr. Dom.
He pressed this for the time being and said with a smile:
In a few minutes, you can go back.
There is only one solution to the problem, that is, to improve your life level.
Fors hesitated and said:
Whenever I meet a full moon, can I recite your name?
I, I will be your devout believer!
No, no need.Klein shook his head with a smile, but I don't mind helping you.
Thank you so much!Although Fors suspected that she was dealing with the evil god, she no longer wanted to experience the painful nightmare similar to the previous ones.
After confirming this, she relaxed a lot and noticed that there were many seats around the bronze table, so she asked tentatively:
Mr. ‘Follower’, there seem to be other people here who often come and go?
No, maybe it is not necessarily a human being... Fors added silently.
Klein smiled relaxedly:
They are a few people who are similar to you who have been pulled here for various reasons.
They hope I can hold regular parties, trade recipes, buy and sell materials, exchange of news, and entrust tasks.
I promised them.
Forsy was so moved that he thought that he had fallen into it, so he asked boldly:
Mr. ‘Follower’, can I join this party?
Yes, every Monday, at 3 pm, eliminate the interference.Klein smiled and pointed to the card path that suddenly appeared on the surface of the bronze long table. They decided to use the name of the tarot card as their respective code names. You can choose one by yourself. There is already a master below, so you can't choose...
Fors nodded, and muttered while shuffling and cutting cards with interest:
Let fate arrange my title...
Soon, she drew a card and glanced at her:
magician!
who?He frowned slightly and listened with his ears, but he could only confirm that the invocation was a lady, and his voice was intermittent, as if it contained great pain.
Thinking that nothing particularly important was that, the new magician Klein threw it away and let the half-height silk top hat hang on the coat rack accurately. He returned to the bedroom, walked four steps back and entered the majestic palace.
This time, he did not see any illusory star expanding and contracting the crimson red light, but at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze table, there was a clear light swinging around the side of the fool's seat.
The prayer of non-Tarot members...Happy, or the lady with slightly curly brunette hair?Klein sat in his own position with some speculation.
Because he had emptied the money in his bearer account, he did not doubt anyone trying to steal his wealth.
Leaning slightly backward, Klein pointed his left hand and spread his spirituality, touching the rippling aperture.
The scene around him suddenly changed, and he saw overturned coffee tables, sloping sofas, books and papers all over the floor, and a brunette lady who was struggling with death.
Meanwhile, Klein heard the other party's prayer clearly:
Not belonging to this era, fools...
Above the gray fog, the mysterious master...
He is in charge, good luck, the king of yellow and black...
Save me, save me...
Save me?
Looking at her appearance, she looked a little like an out of control. Her hair was growing longer at a speed visible to the naked eye. The cuticle layer of her skin had been covered with an evil white light. How could I save her? Klein observed it carefully for several seconds and said in embarrassment.
At this moment, he identified a faint illusion of indistinct murmur from the lady's painful prayer.
Yes, ravings!
This kind of terrifying murmur is the same as the terrifying murmur that enters the gray fog, but it feels not crazy at all, not evil at all, and does not contain obvious malicious intentions.
It seems that this lady is approaching out of control because she hears the murmur... If she stops hearing it, can she calm down and improve?Klein thoughtfully extended his hand toward the rippling aperture.
Immediately afterwards, he allowed his spirituality to surge out in a wild way and established a solid and mysterious connection.
After being promoted to Magician, his spirituality became much more abundant, and the burden on this area was correspondingly smaller.
……
Fors' head became more and more confused, and he felt his thoughts were like boiling boiling water, constantly emitting bubbles, trying to break into the constraints of his head.
Am I dying... I don't want it, don't want it, become a monster... Just as this thought flashed through her mind, the tide of pain was overwhelmed.
Suddenly, she suddenly woke up. The pain, irritability, madness and despair that had penetrated deeply into the bones seemed to not exist at all, just an illusion.
Today is so soon?
Isn’t it always prolonged during the blood moon?
Forsi opened his eyes that had been closed unconsciously in confusion, and saw that there was endless gray and white mist below him, and there was an ancient and mottled bronze table in front of him.
Where is this?She looked around in shock and saw towering stone pillars, and the towering palace supported by the stone pillars.
Immediately afterwards, she found a mysterious figure wrapped in thick gray mist at the top of the bronze table, which seemed to be looking down at everything.
What is this place?who is he?Forsy asked again his question in his heart with caution.
Immediately, she remembered what she had just done!
In extreme pain, she recited the mysterious spell that Xiu found in "History of the Nobles in the Kingdom of Ruen", which was suspected to be pointing to an evil spirit!
No, it's not just an evil spirit!
He could temporarily get rid of the terrifying murmurs... and pulled me into this strange world... This... Fors suppressed his inner fear and half stood up and bowed:
May I ask you are...
At this moment, she suddenly remembered the specific content of the spell and blurted out:
You are a fool!Well, sir.
Are you the Lord Fool?
Klein smiled and nodded:
Just call me Mr. Fool directly.
While speaking, he found that behind the chair where Fors was sitting, the symbolic symbols and mysterious patterns formed by bright stars were changing rapidly.
In just one or two seconds, a layered door was outlined, a door made up of countless illusory similar people!
Door ?As soon as Klein saw this symbol, he instantly recalled Mr. Dom mentioned in Rossell's diary.
The other party will approach the real world at the full moon and make a cry for help!
Could it be that the rhymes just now are related to Mr. Door?
Well... Today is Blood Moon Night, an enhanced version of the full moon... This lady corresponds to the door, and the symbolic symbol behind Miss Hug's seat before was similar to the Sword of Judgment... Klein nodded invisibly.
He confirmed something about this, that is, once a solid connection is established and the other party is an extraordinary person, the symbolic symbols behind the corresponding seats will change according to the other party's actual situation. It is not necessary to join the Tarot Club and come to the gray fog regularly.
At this time, Forsy's heart was filled with storm:
The fool... is indeed the fool... that honorable name really points to a powerful existence!
What is he going to do?Will I be allowed to trade with my soul?
Haha, at least, it's better than losing control in that terrible murmur... I saved my life, and no matter what, it would be like to make a profit...
She was filled with thoughts and suddenly heard the foolish gentleman ask with a smile:
Every time you are full moon, you will hear murmurs from unknown where you come from?
How did he know?Forsi looked at it in shock and replied in a daze:
Yes.
Before she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of a possibility and blurted out:
You, you, do you know the origin of that raving?Do you know who is infringing on me?Do you know how to solve this problem completely?
It was a pity bug lost in the darkness and trapped in the storm... Klein originally planned to answer with these words that could shape his own image, but after thinking about it, he felt that he could not be sure that the murmur heard in front of him was indeed from Mr. Door.
In order not to make mistakes and not to be embarrassed in the future, he skipped the other party’s questions and smiled vaguely:
He may not want to hurt you, maybe he is just asking for help from you.
Therefore, the ravings do not contain malicious intentions, are not crazy, or are not evil.
Ask me for help?However, the whispers made me closer and closer to losing control. If you hadn't helped me, I might have become a monster now.Fors asked in disbelief.
Klein smiled and said:
That's because you're too vulnerable.
Am I too vulnerable?Fors was both stunned and confused.
Klein explained a little:
The level of your life is too far from the other side. Maybe, he is just breathing normally, and the storm he brings can tear you to pieces. Maybe, he just glances at you and you will die on the spot.
Of course, if he deliberately controls his own power, he cannot communicate with you normally. However, his voice may have to pass through layers of obstacles to reach your ears. Deliberate control often means a failed call for help. Haha, I mean, suppose he is calling for help.
The levels of life are too far apart... I will die on the spot after a glance... Fores was stunned when he heard it, and it took him a long time to squeeze out his smile and said:
This reminds me of a sentence.
Don't look directly at God...
Klein looked at her with a smile, without giving a positive answer.
Could that terrible whisper really come from being close to the gods?
Fool, Mr. Can help me eliminate the influence of the other party and always talk about it in a rather plain tone... Does this mean that he is equivalent to the level of life of that existence?
The more Fursi thought about it, the more shocked he became, and his body felt unstoppable trembling.
Klein waited for a few seconds before asking:
Every time there is a full moon, how long will the whisper last?
Three to five minutes, if it is a Blood Moon Night, it will last more than seven minutes.Forsy calmed down his thoughts and answered honestly.
Hearing this, Klein felt more and more that the master of the raving was Mr. Dom.
He pressed this for the time being and said with a smile:
In a few minutes, you can go back.
There is only one solution to the problem, that is, to improve your life level.
Fors hesitated and said:
Whenever I meet a full moon, can I recite your name?
I, I will be your devout believer!
No, no need.Klein shook his head with a smile, but I don't mind helping you.
Thank you so much!Although Fors suspected that she was dealing with the evil god, she no longer wanted to experience the painful nightmare similar to the previous ones.
After confirming this, she relaxed a lot and noticed that there were many seats around the bronze table, so she asked tentatively:
Mr. ‘Follower’, there seem to be other people here who often come and go?
No, maybe it is not necessarily a human being... Fors added silently.
Klein smiled relaxedly:
They are a few people who are similar to you who have been pulled here for various reasons.
They hope I can hold regular parties, trade recipes, buy and sell materials, exchange of news, and entrust tasks.
I promised them.
Forsy was so moved that he thought that he had fallen into it, so he asked boldly:
Mr. ‘Follower’, can I join this party?
Yes, every Monday, at 3 pm, eliminate the interference.Klein smiled and pointed to the card path that suddenly appeared on the surface of the bronze long table. They decided to use the name of the tarot card as their respective code names. You can choose one by yourself. There is already a master below, so you can't choose...
Fors nodded, and muttered while shuffling and cutting cards with interest:
Let fate arrange my title...
Soon, she drew a card and glanced at her:
magician!
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