Mystery: When the Lost Homelanders Meet the Lost Homeland Call

After the kidnapping case ended, Klein returned to his daily life.

Old Neil systematically explained ritual magic to him, and at Lynn's instruction, added content about sacrifice and bestowal.

"Someone of your level, Klein, shouldn't be qualified to learn this ritual," Lynn said, still treating the Tingen Night Watchers' basement as his living room.

"But I don't think being restricted in your access is a good thing for your growth."

Klein, who already wanted to increase his knowledge of the occult to find a way home, naturally agreed wholeheartedly with Lynn.

Then Lynn left the teaching to Old Neil and disappeared into thin air.

"What's Mr. Lynn up to? He looks very busy." Klein, who was secretly a wicked god, didn't care at all that Old Neil had become a traitor and spoke casually.

After all, Mr. Lynn is a really good person, and he's not the kind of person who utters blasphemous words every day. The goddess probably wouldn't be angry if she knew.

"He said he was going fishing..." Old Neil's face twisted slightly as he said this.

After acquiring knowledge of ritual magic, Klein cleverly realized that gray mist, as a high-level phenomenon, could also become a ritual object. He then secretly devised a prestigious name that would be celebrated by the world in the future.

  

Klein paced around the room and quickly decided to try the honorific himself, thus sending the silk thread doll into the gray fog ahead of schedule.

When Klein returned home, his brother Benson and sister Melissa were not there. Unsurprisingly, he found the silk doll hopping around the house like a lively pearl bird.

Upon seeing Klein return, the little doll immediately stopped jumping around, revealing a serene smile, and awaited Klein's instructions.

During their time together, Klein discovered that, contrary to the doll's aloof appearance, her personality was actually very... "naive," or even a bit "dull," and she was also very proactive.

"It's almost like a kind of complementary relationship between appearance and personality. What does Lynn think needs this personality to drive something?" Klein pondered.

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Klein quickly summoned the thread dolls, then set up a spiritual wall and drew symbols representing the Fool on it. Next, he placed a black loaf of bread within the ritual area and recited in ancient Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog;"

"The king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune;"

"Your faithful followers pray for your attention;"

"We beg you to accept their offerings;"

"We pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom."

The ancient incantation echoed within the spiritual wall, stirring up swirling gales and bringing about a shockwave of natural forces.

It is the oldest sacrificial language created by extraordinary human beings, and it contains many mysteries, but it lacks sufficient protection for its users.

Klein took out the spiritual materials he had taken from the night watchmen and scattered them into the wind.

Ugh!

The wind grew stronger, but no longer fierce, and was tinged with two colors: silver-white and deep black.

Between constant collisions and fusions, the two winds of different colors were thrown into the candle flame symbolizing "The Fool," expanding and tearing out a normal-sized illusory door, the symbol engraved on its surface being the very one Klein had just described.

Klein immediately took four steps backward and ascended into the gray fog. He sat in the Fool's position and witnessed a hazy door appear behind the high-backed chair. He also felt waves of spiritual power emanating from the space, stimulating the mysterious area.

It seems possible... Klein suddenly had a premonition and immediately unleashed his spirituality, adding vibration and stimulation.

Clang!

Amidst the unrealistic sounds, the hazy door slowly opened!

The little doll cooperated by lifting up the black bread that was even bigger than herself, and a sudden suction force drew the bread into a gray mist.

you can!

Klein immediately took the bread and instinctively wanted to take a bite, but then realized that he was just a spirit and couldn't eat.

He quickly issued instructions to have the doll perform a bestowal ceremony and verified that it was feasible.

Klein returned to reality, looked at the little doll in the ritual, and pondered: "If inanimate objects can be sent to the gray mist, then sealed objects should be able to as well, but can a thread doll be considered an item?"

"Lynn said it only has a spirit, and its essence is still a sealed object, but he also said that this is equivalent to a real puppet master..."

"It's probably impossible to send people up there, since there's no air... What would happen if we sacrificed them and the air became foggy...?"

Klein shook his head, dismissing the idea of ​​sacrificing the air. He had a tarot meeting coming up, and trying this now would easily deplete his spiritual energy.

Then it suddenly occurred to him that since he was a diviner, he might as well try divination and see how it worked.

Klein walked four steps backwards up the gray mist, conjuring a piece of paper in which he wrote:

"Can the silk thread doll remain normal after being sent into the gray mist through a sacrificial ritual?"

Then he conjured a pendulum and let it hang on the paper, silently recited the message seven times in his mind, and then opened his eyes.

The citrine is rotated clockwise at a significant speed!

It's feasible... Klein calmed himself down and quickly held another sacrificial ceremony.

This time, the little doll offered itself as a sacrifice, waiting to be received by the "Fool".

"Why do I really look like an evil god abducting women?" Klein couldn't help but mutter to himself. "At least I don't have tentacles..."

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Soon, the little doll was sucked into the gray mist, but the experience of passing through the gate did not seem pleasant. She immediately collapsed onto the table and coughed for a long time, her soft voice echoing in the silent gray mist.

Klein was filled with guilt. As a diviner, he had only considered whether there was danger in the divination, without taking into account whether the process would be comfortable.

Moreover, he himself had to go into a trance when he was in the gray fog, and I hadn't thought of this oversight just now.

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"Are you alright?" Klein gently extended a finger to stroke the back of the silk doll.

She clearly enjoyed Klein's touch and recovered quickly.

"Master, I can handle it," the little doll replied, standing up and bowing. Then she curiously looked around at the strange environment, which seemed to have returned to normal.

"I feel so close to my master, surrounded by his scent..." she thought.

"Okay," Klein said, seeing that time was running out, and didn't say much more. He instructed, "When I use your ability later, many people will come over, so you absolutely must not say a word."

"Understood." The puppet immediately stood at attention, like an ordinary, lifeless wooden puppet.

Klein immediately materialized a man wearing a hooded robe in the chair closest to him on the side of the ancient long table where the men were.

Then Klein reached out and grasped the silk thread doll. With the help of this magical object, he saw that the mannequin opposite him also had thin black threads floating outwards.

Then, Klein carefully allowed his spirituality to spread through the silken puppet, touching several of the illusory threads.

Suddenly, he felt a grasping sensation.

At that moment, as soon as he had a thought, the dummy immediately raised its hand.

As expected! I can use the "Master of the Puppet" ability to create a fake Tarot Club member! However, it consumes a lot of energy, and I can't maintain a second one... Hmm, the symbol on the back of the chair won't change accordingly, but Miss "Justice" and the others can't see it... Klein happily began to practice repeatedly, and even mastered the technique of manipulating the other person's throat and mouth to make it speak.

After practicing until he was proficient, he smiled and looked at the mannequin opposite him, saying:

"Welcome, new member! Which tarot card would you like to draw?"

After he finished speaking, he shut his mouth, while the dummy opposite him raised its hand to touch its chin and chuckled hoarsely:

"world!"

"I choose the 'World' card."

If "The Fool" is the beginning of the Tarot cards, then "The World" is the end, representing perfection and sublimation. Klein named his sobriquet "The World" in the hope of having a beautiful beginning and an end.

From now on, many things that I can't say or make requests can be handled by "the world," which will greatly reduce the possibility of my "foolish" image collapsing. A life with aliases, no, a life with alternate accounts, is a complete life!

Klein gave a silent, pleased sigh and withdrew from the gray fog.

After a short rest, seeing that time was almost up, he climbed back into the gray fog and activated the crimson star.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, beams of light rose from the palace that resembled the dwelling of a giant, and "Justice," "The Hanged Man," and "The White Tower" projected blurry figures tinged with red.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~ This afternoon..." Audrey was about to greet each member of the Tarot Club when her gaze suddenly fell on the figure sitting near the Fool.

It was a stranger wearing a hooded black robe, equally ethereal and hazy.

"Who is this?" Audrey looked at Mr. Fool with a mixture of doubt and delight.

Will Tarot experience a resurgence and grow stronger?

As Audrey's thoughts wandered, Klein leaned back leisurely and said:

"This is the newest member, Mr. 'World'."

"Hello." "Justice" Audrey greeted him politely, scrutinizing the new member with curiosity.

She quickly "read" the relevant information from the few details that peeked through the hazy gray fog.

Mr. World is a reserved person who rarely makes physical movements and always has a stern face... I wonder where he comes from, Rune, Intis? Or the mysterious Southern Continent?

The White Tower looked at the "world" and realized it was the Fool's trumpet.

After Alger the Hanged Man and the White Tower greeted the World, and the new member responded rather coldly, Klein didn't continue the topic. He tapped his brow and said with a smile:

"Madam, sir, have you found Russell's diary?"

Klein received the new Roselle Diary and read it with the same eagerness as a reader eagerly awaiting a new chapter.

"World" looked around and said in a hoarse voice:

"Mr. 'Fool' told me that I could issue tasks and gather information here, is that right?"

"Yes," Audrey, the "Justice," nodded gracefully. "But you must wait patiently for Mr. 'Fool's' reading time to begin."

The Tarot group members shared their experiences with role-playing and the legend of the blasphemous tablets. Then, the Fool taught them the ritual magic for making requests of him.

And the ritual is described as follows: "Place a white bread at the candle in the upper left corner, a Fennebot pasta at the candle in the upper right corner, paella at the lower left corner, and a Dixie pie at the lower right corner."

"How come I didn't notice how funny this ritual item was back then?" Lynn couldn't help but mutter to himself to the White Tower. "Luckily, everyone here has a rather unique way of thinking, otherwise this would be too abstract."

"And they're not very practical either. These things are hard to preserve and need containers," White Tower added.

Audrey listened with great interest as Klein recounted ritual magic, taking notes, and finally asked:

"And what about the incantation, Mr. Fool? What is the corresponding incantation?"

Alger also stopped writing and turned to look at the Fool.

Bai Ta did not write anything; given the level of detail he presented, it would be strange if these things didn't even require memorization.

The world, manipulated by fools, continues to take notes as usual.

Enveloped in a grayish-white mist, Klein tapped the edge of the long table lightly with his fingers and replied calmly and without emotion in Hermes:

"Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who holds the reins of good fortune..."

"A fool who does not belong to this era... A mysterious ruler above the gray fog... The king of yellow and black who holds good fortune..." Audrey Holmer read these three descriptions, and a storm suddenly surged in her heart, making it impossible for her to maintain the state of "audience".

As a lover of the occult, before she was pulled into this gray fog, although she had not formally come into contact with extraordinary powers, she would still exchange information about things she knew, whether true or false, when she met with fellow nobles in private. She would learn the Hermes script used in rituals and try some of the rituals that others talked about.

None of the rituals had any effect, but they did give Audrey some understanding of formatted incantations.

Therefore, she clearly understood what the Fool's three-part description meant in other rituals:

That represents seven gods who look down upon the entire world!

It is almost equivalent to "Crimson Queen, Secret Mother, Queen of Calamity and Fear"!

Was Mr. Fool the unknown, mysterious, and powerful being that Grynt and the others had mentioned? Was he a source of danger that had to be carefully avoided in the ritual? Audrey quickly recalled the sighs of her friends when they wanted to try certain strange rituals but dared not, and for a moment she was speechless.

Alger Wilson, who knew more and understood more than her, trembled with genuine fear:

"If the ritual magic designed by the Fool can truly be directed at him, allowing him to receive our request, then we must address him with the honorific 'He,' using this third-person respectful term to describe deities and similar beings..."

"How lucky I am! How wise I am! I've been very cooperative throughout, haven't done anything foolish, and even when I tested them, it was within the bounds of propriety..."

"He may be some ancient, hidden, and terrifying being, but he doesn't appear before us in his original form or with his true name..."

Alger understood that the Fool he was seeing might not be his true form, and that the other person might not even have a gender or be humanoid.

Another iconic scene, the White Tower thought. This name would be celebrated throughout the entire planet in the future, but who this name referred to…

The spirit of the past endures, the will forever seeks revival. The price of the potion system's advancement is the loss of self, constant erosion, leaving only the core emotions, until ultimately nothing remains…

White Tower didn't need to pretend to be serious; just thinking about these things made him feel somewhat heavy-hearted. When he read The Ring of Destiny, he had a feeling that, from a certain perspective, the entire book was about Klein's slow death from the perspective of braised noodles.

"It's alright, that kind of future won't happen. I'm here."

Lynn's voice rang out at the right moment, full of confidence.

"I don't think facing ultimate destruction is better than a slow death," the White Tower emphasized again, highlighting their true enemy.

After all, the Great Annihilation has not ended yet. Even Zhou Ming-Duncan's re-creation only ended a part of the Great Annihilation. Their universe has been creating all the way. It would be relatively better if it really crashed into the boundless sea. If it were worn away by the sea of ​​cosmic ash, it would be truly over.

Klein rubbed his forehead with one hand and tapped the edge of the bronze table with the other, keenly sensing the changes in "The Hanged Man" and "Justice," and the composure of "The White Tower."

"Sure enough, the 'White Tower,' being an angel, could easily guess my level, and according to Lynn, the White Tower itself may even have a three-tiered title..." Klein confirmed his idea.