Mystery: Big Alarm Clock Ghroth Path

Chapter 20: Mr. Fool's Ritual
"Interesting help..."

Roger's mouth twitched when he heard this. For ordinary people, "interesting" is a compliment in most cases, but if it was Amon who said this, it would often be equated with "tragedy".

So, he really didn't want to know what this "interesting help" was and now just wanted to go home early.

But he still patiently drank the cocktail Amon gave him, and unexpectedly found that Amon's cocktail-making skills were better than he expected.

On second thought, this "Angel of Time" has been in human society for so many years and was once a nobleman, so mixing a drink must be easy for him.

"Another drink." Roger's eyes lit up.

"One gold pound." The bartender Amon glanced at him through his monocle.

"Farewell."

Roger was somewhat helpless. He refused his boss's extortion attempt, put on his wide-brimmed hat, turned around and walked out of the "Family" pub.

Along the way, Roger bought a bottle of Intis red wine at Harrods and packed two portions of paella, white bread, Fenaport noodles and Dicey pie. He then ate one of the paellas when he got home.

Seeing that Bandit was sleeping soundly, he quietly went to the underground storage room, cleaned his workbench, put on the "Scholar's Ring", and entered the "Silent Concentration" personality.

Roger first placed four brand new sandalwood-scented candles in the four corners of the workbench, and then placed four portions of staple food on each.

Then he used coarse salt, clean water and Hermetic spells to sanctify a silver knife, and used it to create a closed "spiritual wall" around himself.

Taking a deep breath, Roger dropped a drop of essential oil that he had previously distilled from a mixture of moonflower, golden mint, deep sleep flower, golden hand and rock rose on each candle. The pleasant aroma instantly rose up, making Roger's already calm mind even more relaxed.

"O fool who does not belong to this age, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the yellow and black king who wields good fortune..."

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray that you will let me have a good dream."

"Deep Sleeping Flower..."

After reciting in a low voice for a while, Roger suddenly felt a breeze blowing inside the "Spiritual Wall", and at the same time, there was a faint crimson starlight flowing in his right hand.

But suddenly, the crimson light changed, and a barely perceptible hint of rust was mixed in it out of thin air.

At the same time, gray mist quickly spread around Roger's feet...

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, Klein, who was working overtime guarding the armory, suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell. He quickly supported himself on the table with his hands.

His forehead was throbbing wildly, and the uncontrollable pain deep in his brain made him gasp and quickly rub his eyebrows.

"What's wrong? Klein? Are you okay?"

Hearing Klein's voice, Old Neil, who happened to be nearby, hurried over and asked with some concern at the door.

"No, it's okay."

Klein straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, because he saw four small black spots on the back of his right hand, which were from the "lucky-changing ritual" and looked like natural moles.

This made him realize that it was the Tarot Club members performing the ritual magic that they had previously agreed upon, calling upon "The Fool".

"What is this? There wasn't anything like this before?"

Klein suddenly noticed that in the middle of the four black spots, there appeared a faint, tiny, almost imperceptible rust-colored circular pattern.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to sense a gaze from within the circular pattern, watching him...

He rubbed his eyes quickly, only to find that the circular pattern had disappeared, and the four black spots also quickly faded away.

"Could it be that there's something wrong with the ritual magic? Does it need improvement?"

Klein felt a little uneasy, as the circular pattern that seemed to conceal his vision reminded him of the phantom eyes he had seen behind Old Neil when he had just gained clairvoyance. He decided to go above the gray fog later to check and see what was wrong.

……

Roger, who was almost completely swallowed, quickly pierced the spiritual wall with a silver dagger and lifted the ritual.

The moment he did this, the gray mist disappeared without a trace in an instant.

After taking a few deep breaths, Roger muttered to himself:
"I remember the 'Fool' prayer ritual wasn't like this..."

In his memory, whenever a crimson starlight appeared, it meant that the practitioner of the ritual magic had successfully placed their wishes on Sefirah Castle. After that, they would terminate the ritual normally and wait for Mr. Fool's response.

But something strange seemed to have happened just now. The gray fog that was unique to "Source Castle" actually spread into his spiritual wall.

This gave Roger a very bad feeling, and he quickly stopped the ceremony.

"Could it be that there was some kind of interaction between the Judgment Star and Sefirah Castle?"

This made Roger shudder slightly.

This matter was of too high a level, so he decided not to pray to Mr. Fool easily until he understood the whole story.

It was just a regular meeting every Monday, but Roger was confident that he could attend.

Of course, if he really had something to do, he would run next door and hint to Klein that he was very busy, so that Mr. Fool would naturally know the relevant situation.

After all, he and the head of his secret organization were neighbors, so it would be a waste not to make use of this relationship...

The next day, three o'clock in the afternoon.

Perhaps because the first time he performed ritual magic consumed too much of his spiritual energy, or perhaps his prayers to Mr. Fool had taken effect, Roger finally woke up at this moment.

He washed up while yawning, then tied a simple cat collar made of a rope and a "Scholar's Ring" around Bandit's neck and threw it into the vocabulary cards scattered on the floor.

Looking at the kitten who was getting into the mood and reading the cards carefully, he nodded with satisfaction and walked into the kitchen.

"Bang bang bang!"

Just as Roger was frying eggs in a pan and preparing to have something to eat as a snack, there was a knock on his door.

"So early? Didn't Klein say we'd have dinner in the evening?"

With doubts in his heart, Roger still went forward and opened the door.

Standing at the door was a young man with black hair and black eyes, carrying a backpack.

Seeing this color combination, Roger was startled at first, but soon calmed down.

If the other party didn't have a very special curling hair, he would probably close the door subconsciously.

"Excuse me, Mr. Roger Abraham?"

The young man bowed slightly and spoke uncertainly.

Roger was about to say "yes" when he heard this, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Because in Tingen, he is "Metersbonwe", not "Roger Abraham".

"I'm not. Who are you?" he asked.

Seeing this, the young man waved his hand and replied:
"Don't be nervous. My name is Ethan Wiseman, and I'm from the 'Flame Dragon' bar in Prids Harbor."

(End of this chapter)