Chapter 13 The Terrified Hugh

15 Minsk Street, Jorwood District.

Klein sat down in an easy chair in the living room after eating and drinking, with a charcoal fireplace beside him.

In an environment as warm as early summer, he was wearing a white shirt, black vest, and thin trousers. He unfolded the newspaper with both hands, and turned to the page with the most various small advertisements.

"A new type of transportation urgently needs investment, and the details are negotiable..." Klein silently read twice, then reached out to pick up a pencil from the small dark red round table next to him, and circled the message.

If he doesn't come to the door tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, he intends to see if the so-called new type of transportation has investment value.

——This kind of thing cannot be predicted in advance, because there is insufficient information.

"I hope it's a product similar to a bicycle..." Klein had just muttered to himself silently, and layers of illusory prayers suddenly echoed in his ears.

who? Miss Justice? Mister Hanged Man? "Sun" classmate? Or a staff member in Backlund Bank who copied my password? Klein had a flash of thought, put down the newspaper, went back to the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.

Walking four steps backwards and entering above the gray mist, he saw the edge of the ancient mottled bronze table and the side of the Fool's seat, with clear brilliance swaying in circles.

Klein, who was considered experienced, sat down calmly, spreading his spirituality, and touched the ripple of light in a gesture of responding to prayers.

The scene in front of him suddenly changed, showing a group of vague sofas, on which curled up a petite woman in the costume of an apprentice knight.

Didn't copy the password... Looking at a piece of paper... Klein suddenly came to his senses and figured out the reason:

"She should be one of the two Beyonders mentioned by Miss 'Justice' that I need to examine..."

After pondering for more than ten seconds, Klein didn't really respond. He planned to take this step again in the middle of the night, and then examine her character and ability from the other party's reaction, attitude, and handling methods.

Of course, he would never force others to join the Tarot Society.

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"Fools who don't belong to this era..." Xio, who had just finished reading the ancient Hermetic language, froze for a few seconds, then sat up straight with a flick of his back.

This seems to be the honorable name of a certain hidden existence! She recognized this with horror.

And her common sense of occultism and all kinds of rumors she heard told her:

Once you recite the full name of a hidden existence, it often means that you have attracted the attention of the other party!

The consequences of this kind of gaze will most likely not be wonderful, and may even be miserable!

Many of those hidden existences are the incarnations of evil gods and demons!

And I still recited it in the unprotected ancient Hermetic language... I am so stupid, why should I discern it with my heart and recite it silently... Xio looked around in fear, afraid that a monster that could not be described in words would suddenly appear in the quiet house.

Sofas, tea tables, cabinets, dining tables, chairs, oil paintings and other items came into her eyes one by one without any change.

After tens of seconds of vigilance, Xio relaxed a little, and comforted himself:

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I just recited the honorable name, and didn't receive the follow-up prayer mantra."

"This is an incomplete ceremony and should not attract attention."

"Furthermore, it is quite possible that the name of the statue was translated by the owner of the paper based on Emperor Roselle's special symbol. It may not be correct."

"But, but I heard that if the evil gods and demons are interested, they will respond even if the ceremony is incomplete...I'm so stupid, really..." Thinking about it, Xio wept again, feeling that he had committed a crime. made a serious mistake.

After waiting for a few more minutes, seeing that there was no clear response, Xio puffed her cheeks and exhaled slowly.

She put the paper back into the book "History of Nobility of the Loen Kingdom", entered the bathroom with a slightly heavy heart, turned on the faucet, and planned to refresh herself with cold water.

Crash!

The almost transparent water flowed down, Xiu bent his back, stretched out his palms, and held a little.

She was about to apply cold water to her face when she saw a long, slightly curly brown hair in the bathroom mirror out of the corner of her eye.

And she herself has shoulder-length, tousled blond hair.

Suddenly, Hugh's hairs stood on end.

She pushed her feet hard, supported her hands, and suddenly popped back, turned her body halfway, and bumped her elbow sharply.

Snapped!

She leaned against a warm body, and the other party let out a familiar scream and fell to the ground.

Xio stopped the follow-up actions and looked at his friend who was hugging his stomach, writhing in pain and tearful.

The corner of her mouth twitched unconsciously and said:

"Fors, when did you come back?"

Fors didn't answer right away, and after a while, stood up slowly with the support of the wall, complaining:

"I just, just came back, Hugh, are you crazy? Do it without seeing clearly! Such a heavy hand!"

"Where did you come in?" Xio asked embarrassingly.

"It came in through the bathroom window. What, is there a problem? As an 'apprentice', it's normal behavior not to bring a key." Fors replied confidently.

Hugh immediately straightened his back and pushed back all the responsibilities:

"Then why didn't you go through the door? You really scared me just now!"

Fors blinked and said:

"It's too troublesome to go around half a circle. I'm used to walking in a straight line."

She paused for a moment, then asked in confusion, "But, Hugh, isn't your reaction too intense?"

Hugh struggled for three seconds between losing face and losing his life, and replied frankly:

"Because, because I made a mistake, a fatal mistake."

"What's wrong?" Forsi rubbed her stomach, and asked in a dazed and concerned manner.

Hugh hurriedly found an old piece of paper that he found between the book jackets, and accidentally recognized and silently recited the ancient Hermetic mantra on it that seemed to be hidden by a certain honorable name.

"You, where's your brain? It should be fine, the ceremony is not complete, and who knows if it's true or not..." Forsi looked around, feeling a little chilly for no reason.

She followed Xio back to the living room, and saw the yellowed paper, the Roselle special symbols and the ancient Hermes text on it.

With a glance, Fors, a professional mystic researcher, lightly nodded and said:

"It's not the evil gods and demons and hidden existences that I know, so it's not a big problem."

"And there has been no accident so far, which means that there should be nothing wrong."

Seeing Xio relax, she thought of the pain in her stomach, and added "maliciously":

"Of course, if something really happens, we won't be able to save ourselves with our abilities."

Xio's face turned pale, and he blurted out:

"Forsi, let's go together tonight, forget it, I'll sleep by myself..."

Forsi raised her eyebrows, and said with a chuckle: "Well, actually, don't worry. Think about it, I hear strange ravings every full moon, but there is no sign of madness or loss of control."

"Hmm... Let's study the other three books. If there are the same paper and spells, it means that it is probably a prank by Viscount Grelint."

The two hurriedly dug out books such as "Heraldry" and checked them carefully, but found nothing extra.

Xio looked at Fors, Fors looked at Xio, the atmosphere became solemn again.

"Or, let's sneak into the mass hall of St. Samuel Church to sleep tonight?" Xio suggested on a whim.

This is the headquarters of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the Evernight Goddess.

"Why not St. Hirland's Church? I don't think the Evernight Goddess will protect me..." Fors subconsciously replied.

That is the headquarters of the Backlund Diocese of the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. It is located in St. George's district, adjacent to many large factories in the southeast.

The two ladies with different beliefs fell into silence again. After a while, Fors sighed:

"And that will allow us to be targeted by the Nighthawks or the Mechanical Heart. This may be the purpose of that hidden existence."

"Okay, go to sleep, and you will know the answer tomorrow morning. If nothing happens by then, it means there is really no problem."

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In the middle of the night, the not-so-full red moon was obscured by dark clouds, and bright stars were rarely seen in Backlund's sky.

Klein woke up instinctively, lifted the quilt out of bed, and entered above the gray mist.

Sitting on the high-backed chair that belonged to the Fool, he prepared to respond to Miss Justice's companion and let the matter enter the "examination process".

At this moment, he suddenly had a new idea:

Maybe you can try to see if you can pull people above the gray mist in this situation!

That young lady should be asleep. Even if my attempt is successful, she will probably think it was just a relatively clear dream afterwards... Hmm... If it succeeds, I will stop it in time to prevent her from seeing the surrounding scene clearly...

After deliberating for a while, Klein reached out and pointed at the rippling circle of light in order to establish a connection.

All of a sudden, he felt his spirituality gushing out crazily, causing the entire mysterious space above the gray mist to tremble slightly.

Just when Klein thought his spirituality would be completely drained, everything calmed down, and a blurred and distorted figure appeared on the edge of the long bronze table.

Xio opened his eyes drowsily, and saw the boundless gray fog, an old high-backed chair, and the black shadow looking down at him.

Klein was overjoyed, and immediately cut off contact according to the predetermined plan.

The hazy, petite figure disappeared, but there was a group of crimson illusory stars in the gray mist.

Looking at this scene, Klein confirmed one thing, that is, as long as someone recites his name, he can pull the other person into the gray mist, and the crimson stars belong to the symbol of establishing a stable connection.

"But there are certain restrictions. With my current strength, I can at most establish another connection... um... According to the experience just now, my current spiritual level can at most draw in Extraordinary people who are one sequence higher than me, and it may not be possible. Yes, it's just a preliminary judgment, there is no problem with my sequence or lower..." Klein thought with satisfaction.

He doesn't need to respond separately, the attempt just now is enough.

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After brushing the floor, Xio sat up in his sleep.

She had been worrying about the hidden dangers of chanting the honored name. Not long after she fell asleep, she dreamed of a mysterious space, and dreamed of a gray foggy figure looking down at her.

The dream was so clear, so clear that Xio felt scared.

She glanced at Forsi who was sleeping soundly next to her, and tremblingly thought:

"Is it a nightmare caused by fear, or is it haunted by evil spirits because of the gaze of a hidden existence?"

"Hmm... Tomorrow night there happens to be a gathering of the Extraordinary circle. In addition to buying the formula, I have to find someone who is good at exorcising evil spirits to purify it."

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