Back in the bedroom, Klein skillfully took out a candle mixed with sandalwood and placed it in the middle of the desk with the unremoved spiritual wall.
Immediately afterwards, he followed the process, lit the candlelight with his spirituality, sprinkled with essential oils, pure dew and herbal powder symbolizing good luck and mystery. He saw the swaying flames repeating in two states: dull and bright, and smelled the silence and leisurely fragrance.
Klein took two steps back, looked at the candles on the table, and shouted in the giant's voice:
I!
After a slight pause, he changed to Hermis and said:
I call in my name:
The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, and the king of yellow and black who controls good luck.
In an instant, the swaying dim candlelight and the quiet and leisurely fragrance merged into an illusory vortex, crazily absorbing the spiritual vortex.
When Klein finished reciting the spell, the vortex became a gray-white circle the size of a palm.
After a few glances, Klein, who had no doubts, took four steps back and returned to the gray fog. He saw his high-back chair swinging around circles of light, which set off the strange symbols composed of part of the eyes without pupils and part of the twisted lines.
He took a breath, stabilized his mind through meditation, and reached out to touch his target.
Almost at the same time, he heard the summoning spell he had just recited, and saw the surging spirituality and rippling light patterns blending to stretch out an illusory door.
Compared with the last time, this door was completely formed and covered with mysterious patterns!
These patterns connect the weird symbols behind the high-back chair of the Fool, which are composed of part of the eyeless eyes and part of the twisted lines!
Looking at the shaking and waiting to open, Klein gathered his spirit and gave him a strong sense of pushing.
Silently, the never-changing gray and white mist and the majestic and magnificent ancient palace seemed to be thrown into the stone lake, creating ripples after rushing towards the direction of the summoning door.
The heavy friction sound suddenly sounded, and the illusory and strange door suddenly cracked a gap. Through it, you can vaguely see the extremely dark and deep world behind it, with countless transparent shadows that are difficult to describe the body, and one bright light of different colors that contain endless knowledge.
At this moment, Klein felt an unimaginable and irresistible suction coming from the door, and he couldn't help but throw it over.
I'll go!Don't give any room for consideration?As soon as he had a shocked thought, his figure penetrated the gap and disappeared into the deep behind the door.
The extreme dizziness in the head and the near-crazy roar gradually subsided, and Klein finally regained his self-awareness.
He saw a young man in an old shirt, black hair, brown eyes and ordinary facial features in front of him. The other person was of medium size, thin but seemed to contain a lot of power, and he had a clear bookish aura but did not look gloomy at all.
...Isn't this myself?Klein is no stranger to such scenes. He can encounter similar things every day when he looks in the mirror to organize his clothes.
He nodded invisibly, looked around with some clarity, saw his bed covered with white sheets, a coat rack with a half-height silk top hat, a Yàn tuxedo and a thin black windbreaker, a shelf with many books, a desk cleaned up and only a candle, and a candlelight emitting gray halo.
And he is now floating in front of the gray and white circle the size of a palm.
So, did I really summon myself?
It was similar to the effect of the soul leaving the body... but it seemed a little different... Klein looked at the body of his own in front of him, looked at his empty and spiritless eyes, and fell into deep thought.
However, he finally confirmed one thing, that is, the only one who goes to the gray fog is his own soul, that is, the spiritual body in mysticism, which is manifested externally as a star spirit body.
No wonder I could see the surface of the astral spirits of Justice, Hanging Man and the Sun directly above the gray fog, so as to determine whether they belong to the extraordinary and roughly judge their sequence... Well, my body seems to be protected by a certain amount of protection, protected by the power of ritual, and could stand firmly without losing balance and collapse to the ground... Miss Justice and the others should be similar... Klein slowly adapted to the current situation and began to examine the respective states of the body and soul.
He withdrew his gaze and tried to drive his own spirit body that incorporated some mysterious space power.
Wow!
The slightly cold wind blew up, wandering around the bedroom, and Klein happily savored the smell of flying and circled around.
In the same city, I can also play the role of the "messenger"... I just don't know if I can carry real things... He controlled his emotions, stopped, floated in the air, and tried other abilities.
He grabbed the notebook on the bookshelf, pierced his palm, and then came back, with nowhere to focus.
It feels a little sticky, different from penetrating the air... When I become stronger, or can pry more off the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, maybe I can do it... Klein tried the separate paper again, but still couldn't grab it.
After thinking for more than ten seconds, he flew towards the coat rack, inserted his transparent and blurred hand into the black windbreaker pocket, and touched the Sleeping Talisman and Requiem Talisman that were successfully reimbursed.
This is an object mixed with his own spirituality. In the mysterious category, it is a certain difference from ordinary real matter, so Klein wants to try whether he can carry them.
His palm passed through again, but he clearly felt the existence of the talisman and the spiritual fusion. However, his strength was not strong enough to pick up the talisman. Of course, it can be said that the talisman is not strong enough to resonate with his current state of existence.
Not strong enough spirituality... Klein thoughtfully turned to another pocket, which contained the Yangyan Talisman made by stealing the power of divine blood and mixing 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 golden piece and took out his pocket. In the newly added mirror in the room, the talisman was floating out, just like the descriptions in many ghost stories.
Can carry the Yangyan talisman, and can also use spiritual voice directly... Well, in this state, I have certain strength... Klein flew towards the mirror, stopped in front, and saw that there was only a thin piece of gold inside. In addition, it was the furniture facing each other and the dimness caused by the closing of the curtains.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, he put the Yangyan Talisman on the bed, and returned to the mirror, trying to try whether he could get in.
As his eyes turned dark, Klein's perspective suddenly changed. He saw all the pictures reflected in the mirror just now, and saw things blurred outlined in the dim environment, which made him feel like he was hiding in a hidden corner, peeking at half a room.
It can really enter the mirror, but this is just an ordinary item, and it does not lead to any mysterious and weird world... Klein nodded slightly, rushed forward, and returned to the room.
The successful carrying of Yangyan Talisman gave him great confidence, so he tried to grab another item.
That is the bronze whistle from Azk!
As soon as he touched this ancient and exquisite object, Klein suddenly felt his spirituality expanding and cold.
After a moment of rushing, his illusory eyes turned into burning flames, dark flames.
It seems to be a little stronger, and its state is closer to a resentful soul, but there is no strong resentment... Klein's precipitated spirit reflects his current appearance.
This is the ability of the clown.
Mr. Azke's bronze whistle is indeed magical.He nodded and found that he could pick up a certain weight of paper, and the sleeping talisman and so on were undoubtedly OK.
Unfortunately, the ritual silver dagger can be carried, but the revolver is too heavy to catch it... Klein ended his attempt in this area and instead studied whether he has the ability to cast his spell in the current state.
After careful experimentation, he confirmed that he was summoned to have two kinds of magic abilities. One is to directly shock the target's soul with an invisible roar, and the other is to create a freezing effect through contact.
Stopped with satisfaction, Klein turned his eyes to the convex window, towards the sunshine and the streets covered by the curtains.
I don’t know if I can move during the day in my current state… He murmured and floated to the window.
Immediately afterwards, Klein carefully pulled the curtain, allowing it to reveal a gap, allowing a little sunlight to penetrate the spiritual wall and shine into the bedroom.
In this brilliant sunshine, Klein found his spirit body evaporated into the black fog, and his power was fading away little by little.
He quickly let go and let the curtain cover the light again.
No, Ah... Klein pondered for a moment, and looked at the Yangyan Talisman placed on the bed.
If there is the blessing of the divine blood power of the Eternal Sun, will it achieve a different effect?He floated to the bed and tried to grab the thin piece of gold.
However, as soon as he touched his target, the warm and pure feeling conflicted with his own swelling and cold spirituality, just as water and fire could not coexist.
Honey!
He threw down the golden piece in his palm like a scald.
Mr. Azke's bronze whistle and Yangyan Talisman cannot exist in my spiritual body at the same time... Klein clearly put the bronze whistle, allowing his spirituality to shrink and extinguish the black flames in his eye sockets.
In this state, my two types of spell abilities became weaker... After experimenting, Klein grabbed the Yangyan Talisman and felt the stability and warm baptism of the spirit body again.
He returned to the window and walked through the curtain a little cautiously.
The sun shone on him, only warmth, no harm.
Not bad... Klein showed a sincere smile, penetrated the spiritual wall, and flew outside the house carefully, intending to do more experiments.
Immediately afterwards, he followed the process, lit the candlelight with his spirituality, sprinkled with essential oils, pure dew and herbal powder symbolizing good luck and mystery. He saw the swaying flames repeating in two states: dull and bright, and smelled the silence and leisurely fragrance.
Klein took two steps back, looked at the candles on the table, and shouted in the giant's voice:
I!
After a slight pause, he changed to Hermis and said:
I call in my name:
The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray fog, and the king of yellow and black who controls good luck.
In an instant, the swaying dim candlelight and the quiet and leisurely fragrance merged into an illusory vortex, crazily absorbing the spiritual vortex.
When Klein finished reciting the spell, the vortex became a gray-white circle the size of a palm.
After a few glances, Klein, who had no doubts, took four steps back and returned to the gray fog. He saw his high-back chair swinging around circles of light, which set off the strange symbols composed of part of the eyes without pupils and part of the twisted lines.
He took a breath, stabilized his mind through meditation, and reached out to touch his target.
Almost at the same time, he heard the summoning spell he had just recited, and saw the surging spirituality and rippling light patterns blending to stretch out an illusory door.
Compared with the last time, this door was completely formed and covered with mysterious patterns!
These patterns connect the weird symbols behind the high-back chair of the Fool, which are composed of part of the eyeless eyes and part of the twisted lines!
Looking at the shaking and waiting to open, Klein gathered his spirit and gave him a strong sense of pushing.
Silently, the never-changing gray and white mist and the majestic and magnificent ancient palace seemed to be thrown into the stone lake, creating ripples after rushing towards the direction of the summoning door.
The heavy friction sound suddenly sounded, and the illusory and strange door suddenly cracked a gap. Through it, you can vaguely see the extremely dark and deep world behind it, with countless transparent shadows that are difficult to describe the body, and one bright light of different colors that contain endless knowledge.
At this moment, Klein felt an unimaginable and irresistible suction coming from the door, and he couldn't help but throw it over.
I'll go!Don't give any room for consideration?As soon as he had a shocked thought, his figure penetrated the gap and disappeared into the deep behind the door.
The extreme dizziness in the head and the near-crazy roar gradually subsided, and Klein finally regained his self-awareness.
He saw a young man in an old shirt, black hair, brown eyes and ordinary facial features in front of him. The other person was of medium size, thin but seemed to contain a lot of power, and he had a clear bookish aura but did not look gloomy at all.
...Isn't this myself?Klein is no stranger to such scenes. He can encounter similar things every day when he looks in the mirror to organize his clothes.
He nodded invisibly, looked around with some clarity, saw his bed covered with white sheets, a coat rack with a half-height silk top hat, a Yàn tuxedo and a thin black windbreaker, a shelf with many books, a desk cleaned up and only a candle, and a candlelight emitting gray halo.
And he is now floating in front of the gray and white circle the size of a palm.
So, did I really summon myself?
It was similar to the effect of the soul leaving the body... but it seemed a little different... Klein looked at the body of his own in front of him, looked at his empty and spiritless eyes, and fell into deep thought.
However, he finally confirmed one thing, that is, the only one who goes to the gray fog is his own soul, that is, the spiritual body in mysticism, which is manifested externally as a star spirit body.
No wonder I could see the surface of the astral spirits of Justice, Hanging Man and the Sun directly above the gray fog, so as to determine whether they belong to the extraordinary and roughly judge their sequence... Well, my body seems to be protected by a certain amount of protection, protected by the power of ritual, and could stand firmly without losing balance and collapse to the ground... Miss Justice and the others should be similar... Klein slowly adapted to the current situation and began to examine the respective states of the body and soul.
He withdrew his gaze and tried to drive his own spirit body that incorporated some mysterious space power.
Wow!
The slightly cold wind blew up, wandering around the bedroom, and Klein happily savored the smell of flying and circled around.
In the same city, I can also play the role of the "messenger"... I just don't know if I can carry real things... He controlled his emotions, stopped, floated in the air, and tried other abilities.
He grabbed the notebook on the bookshelf, pierced his palm, and then came back, with nowhere to focus.
It feels a little sticky, different from penetrating the air... When I become stronger, or can pry more off the power of the mysterious space above the gray fog, maybe I can do it... Klein tried the separate paper again, but still couldn't grab it.
After thinking for more than ten seconds, he flew towards the coat rack, inserted his transparent and blurred hand into the black windbreaker pocket, and touched the Sleeping Talisman and Requiem Talisman that were successfully reimbursed.
This is an object mixed with his own spirituality. In the mysterious category, it is a certain difference from ordinary real matter, so Klein wants to try whether he can carry them.
His palm passed through again, but he clearly felt the existence of the talisman and the spiritual fusion. However, his strength was not strong enough to pick up the talisman. Of course, it can be said that the talisman is not strong enough to resonate with his current state of existence.
Not strong enough spirituality... Klein thoughtfully turned to another pocket, which contained the Yangyan Talisman made by stealing the power of divine blood and mixing 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 golden piece and took out his pocket. In the newly added mirror in the room, the talisman was floating out, just like the descriptions in many ghost stories.
Can carry the Yangyan talisman, and can also use spiritual voice directly... Well, in this state, I have certain strength... Klein flew towards the mirror, stopped in front, and saw that there was only a thin piece of gold inside. In addition, it was the furniture facing each other and the dimness caused by the closing of the curtains.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, he put the Yangyan Talisman on the bed, and returned to the mirror, trying to try whether he could get in.
As his eyes turned dark, Klein's perspective suddenly changed. He saw all the pictures reflected in the mirror just now, and saw things blurred outlined in the dim environment, which made him feel like he was hiding in a hidden corner, peeking at half a room.
It can really enter the mirror, but this is just an ordinary item, and it does not lead to any mysterious and weird world... Klein nodded slightly, rushed forward, and returned to the room.
The successful carrying of Yangyan Talisman gave him great confidence, so he tried to grab another item.
That is the bronze whistle from Azk!
As soon as he touched this ancient and exquisite object, Klein suddenly felt his spirituality expanding and cold.
After a moment of rushing, his illusory eyes turned into burning flames, dark flames.
It seems to be a little stronger, and its state is closer to a resentful soul, but there is no strong resentment... Klein's precipitated spirit reflects his current appearance.
This is the ability of the clown.
Mr. Azke's bronze whistle is indeed magical.He nodded and found that he could pick up a certain weight of paper, and the sleeping talisman and so on were undoubtedly OK.
Unfortunately, the ritual silver dagger can be carried, but the revolver is too heavy to catch it... Klein ended his attempt in this area and instead studied whether he has the ability to cast his spell in the current state.
After careful experimentation, he confirmed that he was summoned to have two kinds of magic abilities. One is to directly shock the target's soul with an invisible roar, and the other is to create a freezing effect through contact.
Stopped with satisfaction, Klein turned his eyes to the convex window, towards the sunshine and the streets covered by the curtains.
I don’t know if I can move during the day in my current state… He murmured and floated to the window.
Immediately afterwards, Klein carefully pulled the curtain, allowing it to reveal a gap, allowing a little sunlight to penetrate the spiritual wall and shine into the bedroom.
In this brilliant sunshine, Klein found his spirit body evaporated into the black fog, and his power was fading away little by little.
He quickly let go and let the curtain cover the light again.
No, Ah... Klein pondered for a moment, and looked at the Yangyan Talisman placed on the bed.
If there is the blessing of the divine blood power of the Eternal Sun, will it achieve a different effect?He floated to the bed and tried to grab the thin piece of gold.
However, as soon as he touched his target, the warm and pure feeling conflicted with his own swelling and cold spirituality, just as water and fire could not coexist.
Honey!
He threw down the golden piece in his palm like a scald.
Mr. Azke's bronze whistle and Yangyan Talisman cannot exist in my spiritual body at the same time... Klein clearly put the bronze whistle, allowing his spirituality to shrink and extinguish the black flames in his eye sockets.
In this state, my two types of spell abilities became weaker... After experimenting, Klein grabbed the Yangyan Talisman and felt the stability and warm baptism of the spirit body again.
He returned to the window and walked through the curtain a little cautiously.
The sun shone on him, only warmth, no harm.
Not bad... Klein showed a sincere smile, penetrated the spiritual wall, and flew outside the house carefully, intending to do more experiments.
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