Backlund West District, No. 45 Gatton Street, Rawls' laboratory.
Looking at the white bread, Fenebot pasta, paella and Dixie pie on the table, Rawls shook his head. For him or Audrey, these foods may be the most difficult to prepare.
Considering their status, apart from white bread, eating other things occasionally or just one kind can be said to be a change of taste, but preparing all three together may arouse suspicion.
He asked his personal valet Morris to prepare these. He still found it difficult to fully trust his butler August.
Place the four kinds of food at the four corners of the table, skillfully create a sealed spiritual environment, take out a glass bottle, and drop the extracted essential oil on the candles in the four corners.
Rawls lowered his head and recited a spell in Hermes:
"You are a fool who does not belong to this age;"
"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"
"You are the yellow and black king of good luck."
"I pray for your help."
"I pray for your favor."
"I pray that you will give me a good dream."
"Deep Sleeping Flower, an herb belonging to the Red Moon, please convey your power to my spell."
"Golden Palm, the herb of the sun, please convey your power to my spell."
After reciting the mantra, Rawls felt an invisible wind surging within the sealed spiritual wall, and a black inverted pyramid mark appeared on his palm. The mark seemed to be in water, constantly undulating.
When everything returned to normal, Rawls knew that the ceremony was over, but he still did not lift the spiritual wall, waiting for Klein's possible reply.
Five minutes passed, and there was still no movement. It seemed that Klein was still chasing Triss. No, it should still be Triss now, but it would be soon.
Witch~
When I walked out of the laboratory, I saw the butler August and the valet Tris waiting at the stairs at the end of the corridor.
"August, how is the situation?"
Rawls closed the door of the laboratory and walked towards the stairs.
After the case ended in the afternoon, he sent his butler to inquire about the follow-up situation of the case, so that the things prepared by the valet Morris would not be discovered. The case of Witte Gaude was over, but Lancer Nozzi
Gram's armed murder still requires a follow-up trial.
The butler August came up to him and saluted:
"Lance Nozick has been arrested by Silveras Field, and a specific court date has not yet been set."
Rawls nodded. He had accomplished a great achievement. As the defendant's lawyer, he sent the plaintiff in, which is rare in Backlund. If he could send Mueller's lawyer in, it would be a great success.
It's the first of its kind in the legal profession.
"Didn't Congressman Nozick come forward?"
Butler August shook his head and said:
"No, it was just his daughter Mrs. Maynard who came forward, but she was only warned by Silveras Field."
"Well, I understand."
Even if the two parties reached an agreement and did not bring the case to Congressman Nozick, Congressman Nozick's fate is foreseeable. It is impossible to go one step further and become the leader of the new party. Can he guarantee his current position before next year's election?
The location is good.
"Morris, go take care of the laboratory, there's some chaos there."
The valet Morris took a step forward, lowered his head and said:
"Okay, sir."
Steward August continued:
"Sir, tomorrow night, Count Wolfe will have a salon on cultural relics and history. Please go and attend."
After speaking, he took out an invitation and handed it to Rawls.
Rawls took the invitation without looking at it carefully. He walked into the study with it, sat down and asked the butler Mr. August who was following him:
"Mr. Butler, is there anything I should pay attention to in this salon?"
"Sir, there is no difference between this salon and other literary and art salons. But this time the salon is held by Count Wolfe, and it is a cultural relics and historical salon, so the participants must be many landed nobles.
You need to know the history of their family and their titles, as well as some famous historical passages and cultural relics..."
…
Tingen, Klein Bedroom.
After finally waiting until Melissa and Benson were asleep, Klein prepared the ceremony and came above the gray mist.
The gray mist is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, and the majestic temple stands like a dead giant. Compared with the past, everything in front of Klein has not changed at all. The silence and antiquity accumulated over thousands of years
Coming at you.
No, there are still changes. Klein said to himself silently, his eyes fixed on the two red stars in front of him.
Those are the stars that symbolize "Emperor" and "Justice". The crimson colors of the two "stars" shrink and expand one after another, not by much, but persistently.
Klein carefully unfolded his spirituality and spread towards the crimson that represented the "Emperor".
As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, he saw blurry and distorted pictures, and heard illusory and overlapping prayers:
"You are a fool who does not belong to this age;"
"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"
"You are the yellow and black king of good luck."
From the distorted picture and the illusory prayer, Klein barely recognized that it was Mr. "Emperor".
It seems that I really succeeded.
…
Inside a hotel in Bayam, the city of generosity.
Alger had already set up the altar and finished reciting the incantation. He felt the wind in the spiritual wall and looked at the "snowflake" mark emerging on the palm of his hand. As if he remembered something, he lowered his head and chanted:
"Dear Mr. Fool, the weapons Mr. Emperor needs have been completed and will arrive in Backlund in three days. He can go to the Warrior and Sea Bar on Pelican Street in the White Rose District of Pulitzer Harbor and ask the boss Williams to get the captain's weapon.
thing."
After finishing the chant, Alger waited for a while, but when he saw no response, he sighed. It seemed that Mr. Fool's experiment had failed.
He used the ability given by the "Navigator" potion to touch the table that served as the altar, and the water filled the air, and the table that served as the altar immediately took on a new look.
Above the gray mist, Klein, who felt the Hanged Man performing a ceremony, spread his spirituality over it, heard the Hanged Man's prayers, and saw the vague "Hanged Man" wearing a black robe.
Klein rubbed his temples. Although the ceremony was successful, Alger's last words gave him a headache. This doesn't look like the character of "The Hanged Man". Isn't he always the most cautious?
"It's definitely not okay for me to repeat the narration myself. It would be demeaning. How can there be a mysterious being who personally serves as the microphone?"
Klein considered it for dozens of seconds and suddenly came up with an idea. He embodied the images and sounds Mr. "The Hanged Man" prayed for just now, turning them into a mosaic-like movie scene.
Reaching out a little, Klein cast the light curtain that was replayed repeatedly into the crimson star that symbolized the "Emperor".