The next day, early Monday morning.

Klein, who was on the run, did not go out, but handed the letter to his mentor Cohen Quentin and the excess stamp fee to Melissa, and entrusted his sister to deliver to the post office near Tingen Technical School.

After using breakfast, he leisurely made up for the missing sleep during his "work" period, and he got up again until it was almost noon when his stomach was rumbling.

After warming up the leftovers from last night, gnawing on a piece of oatmeal bread, Klein took a newspaper and entered the bathroom in the second floor bathroom.

Whenever this happens, he can't help but sigh that he doesn't have a cell phone.

Seven or eight minutes later, he came out with a refreshed look, washed his hands, returned to the bedroom, and locked the door.

Then, Klein pulled over the curtains, lit the gas lamp, did half an hour of meditation, practiced half an hour of spiritual vision, spiritual pendulum and divination staff, and reviewed the mysterious knowledge in the form of memories.

After doing these things, he tore the used newspaper into more than a dozen balls, wrote the names of materials such as "Moon Flower Candle" and "Full Moon Essential Oil", and simulated the process of ritual magic step by step to master the details - before he was truly proficient and learned more, he did not intend to try ritual magic rashly, because it would not only waste materials, but also easily cause danger.

Over and over again, Klein picked up the silver-white pocket watch with vines and patterns, pressed it and looked at it, and found that it had just passed 2:45.

He thought about it for a few seconds and took the used newspaper to the kitchen on the first floor to burn it. He used this to adjust his state and prepare for the Tarot party.

The bedroom door was locked again, and Klein did not wait for the arrival of three o'clock, and planned to enter the gray fog in advance.

He wants to take this opportunity to investigate there!

Just as Klein stood in the empty room and was about to start walking counterclockwise, he suddenly thought of something from worrying about whether “justice” and “hanging man” would enter the right environment, whether he would be disturbed and discovered by others:

He said that we should come up with a way to make "justice" and "hanged people" unable to escape, or encounter other situations, we can "take leave" in advance and miss the party.

For Klein in the past, this was an almost unsolvable problem. He could not use a manual car to a different world instant communication network, and the method of wired telegraphing would expose himself.

And now, he found inspiration from the ritual magic:

"With the help of external force-type ritual magic, we pray for help from different existences. Similar spells must have clear directions at the beginning, such as the God of Night, the Lord of Crimson, and the description of unknown and hidden existences."

"Then can I modify the spell and let the beginning description point to me?"

"Point to me..."

"In this way, even if the 'just' and 'hanged man' are held in a foreign country, I can get the corresponding information."

Klein suddenly felt excited and began to analyze the feasibility of this method:

"Two difficulties, first, I am not a high-sequencer who has reached a certain level of strength. Even if the description of the spell does point to me, I am unlikely to receive a 'request'."

"Second, how to ensure that the description of the spell can point to me accurately, and ensure that you will not miss the attack. If you hit other unknown existences that match the description, it will bring great danger."

Klein paced back and forth, pondering on possible solutions.

With silent steps, he turned around and circles, naturally connecting this matter with the mysterious world above the gray fog.

"I can't receive a 'request', which does not mean that the gray fog is not good. Its combination with the crimson stars can directly pull people into space and ignore distance."

"You can consider binding me and that mysterious space together when making directional descriptions..."

"According to this idea, although I cannot receive a 'request' immediately when the other party holds a ceremony, I can see the corresponding information as long as I enter the gray fog."

"Simply put, it is the difference between online and offline messages on QQ."

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I felt that this idea could be tried.

"Well, what description should be used to point to me exactly and to that foggy world?" He began to consider the specific details.

In fact, he has a spell that can definitely succeed, that is, the pure Luen transliteration of "Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun", but the problem is that this will cause him to lose control of the gray fog and lose his dominance, which can only be ruled out.

"…'Fool from another world'? No, this is accurate enough. There is almost no other existence that meets the conditions, but it will reveal my biggest secret..." Klein thought of spells one by one, but he denied himself.

Seven or eight minutes later, he finally finalized the first directional description in the spell:

"The fools who do not belong to this era."

This is obviously not accurate enough, and Klein quickly made up for it:

"The mysterious master above the grey mist."

The combination of the two can almost be limited to him, and the gray fog is tied to him.

"It's still a little short. It's not ruled out that there are multiple spaces and multiple masters above the gray fog. It's not ruled out that this description points to the spiritual world..." Klein frowned and planned to add another insurance.

Well... He thought about it for a full minute and finally thought of the last paragraph of description:

"The King of Yellow and Black who is in charge of good luck!"

This is an approximate translation of "Fusheng Xuanhuang God". If it is the only one, it is likely to go astray and make mistakes, causing unknown dangers. However, with the limitations of the previous two lines and with the examples of entering the gray fog by relying on similar spells, the object described can be completely locked.

Klein does not know if it will be effective in performing the ritual magic according to these three paragraphs, but it is certain that it will not attract other existences' attention and will not put "justice" and "hanged man" in danger.

Klein breathed a long sigh and silently recited the spell he had thought of:

"You don't belong to this era. You are the mysterious master on the gray fog, you are the king of yellow and black who controls good luck..."

He nodded invisibly, took out the pocket watch in his pocket to confirm the time.

"It's two:58..." Klein stopped thinking about it, put away his pocket watch, entered meditation, accompanied by spells, he walked four steps counterclockwise and turned into a square.

The most violent noise and the most heart-shaking screams sounded again, and he felt a headache that was more unbearable than taking the "Divider" potion.

This is different from the severe pain that penetrates the head. It is a kind of swelling pain that makes people manic, lose their minds, and confusing.

Klein controls himself in a meditation way and tries not to listen.

Those whispers and whispers faded away like a tide, his body became lighter, his spirituality became lighter, and everything became erratic.

Endless grey mist appeared in his sight, and the crimson stars were far or near, like eyes.

Above the gray fog, the palace that was towering like a giant's residence still stood, and seemed to have existed here for millions of years.

Klein's heart just moved, his figure disappeared from the spot, and sat on the head of a long bronze table with twenty-two high-back chairs.

"The effect of the ceremony is indeed fixed... He whispered, tapping his eyebrows lightly, allowing the gray mist to cover himself, which is denser than before. According to the description of "hanging man", if "justice" becomes the audience, it is best not to show his behavior and movements in front of her.

Without time to explore, Klein stretched out his right hand to form an invisible connection to communicate with the two familiar crimson stars.

…………

An ancient sailboat was walking with the wind on the deep blue Sunia sea.

Alger Wilson locked himself in the captain's room and asked the ghost ship to give the highest level of protection.

The pocket watch in front of him spread out and walked beside the brass sextant, not happy enough, and nervous.

As soon as the hour, minute and second hands were pointed to the right position, a dark red burst out in front of Alger Wilson's eyes, ignoring layers of protection.

Alas... His sigh echoed inside the captain's room.

…………

Beckland, Queens.

Audrey Hall leaned against the velvet pillow and looked at the brown paper in his hand again. His gem-like eyes seemed to hide two slowly turning soul vortexes.

Her eyes were calm and cold, as if waiting for a drama to take place.

Crimson burst out, and she "looked" at herself being swallowed with a downward attitude.

…………

Above the gray fog, in the grand palace, the long bronze tables were mottled and ancient.

As soon as Audrey Hall's figure appeared, Klein, who had already opened his spiritual vision, looked over and saw that the colors in the depths of the other party's aura were mixed together, becoming pure, and quiet like a lake clearly reflecting things.

She has indeed become an extraordinary person... Klein was about to look away when he suddenly discovered that the high-back chair belonging to Miss Justice had changed.

The bright stars on the back of the chair move quickly, forming an illusory constellation that does not belong to reality.

In Klein's eyes, this sign is so familiar because it is a symbolic symbol in occultism.

Symbols that symbolize "the dragon"!

The audience...the dragon...Kline controlled himself without shaking his head, and looked at the high-back seat of the "hanging man" inquiry.

Normally, from his perspective, he must not see the back of the chair, but this is his home court, and everything is presented according to his will.

The constellation behind the seat has not changed, but Crane, who has already begun to learn about mysticism, is no longer as ignorant as before, and recognizes it as a symbol of "storm".

Sailor...Seaman...Storm...This is no problem...The color of the "hanging man" aura is much purer...He was promoted? By the way, what is the symbol behind my seat?

Klein resisted the impulse, and just like before, tapped his finger three times on the edge of the long table, and said with a smile:

"Congratulations, Miss 'Justice', you are an extraordinary person."

Can he see it directly? Audrey was stunned for a moment and said with a smile:

"Thank you, thank you Mr. Fool, thank you Mr. Hanging."

"Faster than I thought." Alger Wilson said frankly.

Klein didn't continue this topic, knocked on his eyebrows, and said with a smile:
Chapter completed!