Part 2 THE FACELESS CHAPTER 84 The Murmurings of the Full Moon
Klein had just draped himself in his long double-breasted gown, picked up his half-height silk bowler hat, and headed for the door when he suddenly heard the sound of disembodied prayers echoing from the layers.
Who? He frowned slightly and listened with his ear to the side, but could only confirm that the supplicant was a lady, and that the voice was broken and seemed to harbor great pain.
Thinking that there was nothing of particular importance, the newly-minted “magician” Klein tossed his half-height silk bowler hat back onto the coat rack and returned to the bedroom, taking four steps backwards into the majestic palace.
This time he saw no illusory star expanding and contracting its crimson glow, but there was a bright glow swirling away in a circle at the end of the long, ancient, mottled bronze table, on the side of the Fool’s seat.
”The prayers of a non-Tarot Club member …… Hugh, or the lady with the head of slightly curly brown hair?” Klein sat down with some speculation where he belonged.
Since he had already emptied his bearer account, he didn’t suspect anyone was attempting to steal his wealth.
Leaning back slightly, Klein made a point with his left hand, spreading his spirituality and touching it to the circle of light that rippled.
The scene around him changed drastically, and he saw an overturned coffee table, a tilted sofa, books and papers all over the floor, and a dying brunette lady.
At the same time, Klein heard the other man’s prayer clearly:
”Not of, this age, the Fool ……”
”Above the gray mist, of, the mysterious lord ……”
”Ruler, of good fortune, the king of yellow and black ……”
”Save me, save me ……”
”Save me”? Look at her appearance, some like out of control ah, hair is growing longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, the cuticle of the skin has been covered with a layer of evil white aura, how can I possibly save …… Klein watched carefully for several seconds, and muttered to himself in a rather difficult manner.
Just then he discerned a faint hint of illusory, unobtrusive murmuring in the lady s anguished supplications.
Yes, a murmur!
It was similar to the horrible murmuring that preceded the entry into the Gray Mist above, but it felt not at all crazy, not at all evil, and held no apparent malice.
”It seems the lady’s near-uncontrollable state was caused by hearing that murmuring …… Wouldn’t it calm down and get better if she stopped hearing it?” Klein thoughtfully extended his hand to the circle of light that continued to ripple.
Immediately afterward, he allowed his spirituality to surge out wildly, establishing a solid and mysterious connection.
–After being promoted to “Magician”, his spirituality was much more abundant, and the burden in this regard was correspondingly much smaller.
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Forsyth’s head was getting more and more confused, and he felt his thoughts bubbling like boiling water, trying to break away from his head.
”Am I dying …… I don’t want to, don’t want to, turn into a monster ……” Just as such a thought flashed sadly within her mind, a tidal wave of pain overwhelmed her.
Suddenly, she woke up all of a sudden, and the pain, irritation, madness and despair that had cut deep into her bones before seemed to be pressed into existence, just a hallucination.
Did you pull through so quickly today? Didn’t the blood moons always have extensions? Foerth suspiciously opened the eyes that he had unconsciously closed a moment ago, and saw that below him was an infinite grayish mist, and in front of him was a long, ancient, mottled bronze table.
Where was this? She looked around in dismay and saw a towering stone pillar, and saw the lofty palace that it held up.
Immediately after that, she discovered that at the very top of the long bronze table, there was a mysterious and unusual figure wrapped in thick gray mist that seemed to be looking down on everything.
What is this place? Who was he? Voorhees questioned once again in her mind with alertness and vigilance.
Immediately, she remembered what she had just done!
Under extreme pain, she had recited the mysterious incantation that Hugh had found out from the History of the Nobles of the Kingdom of Ruin, a mysterious incantation that was suspected to point to a certain evil spirit!
No, not just an evil spirit! He was able to temporarily free me from that horrible raving …… and pulled me into this strange world …… This …… Forsyth forced himself to hold back his inner fear, half rose and made a bow and said :
”May I ask who you …… are?”
Just then, she suddenly remembered the exact content of the spell and blurted out:
”You are the Fool! Er, sir.”
”You are Sir Fool?”
Klein smiled and nodded:
”Just address me directly as Mr. Fool.”
As he spoke, he noticed that behind the chair where Fools sat, the symbols and mysterious patterns made up of bright stars were changing rapidly.
In just a second or two of work, a door with layers of interior layers was outlined there, a door made of countless illusory overlaps of its kind!
”Door?” As soon as Klein saw this symbol, he instantly recalled Mr. Door mentioned in Roselle’s diary.
The other party would approach the real world at the time of the full moon and send out a cry for help!
Could it be that the murmuring just now was related to Mr. Door? Well …… today is the night of the blood moon, which is a strengthened version of the full moon …… this lady corresponds to the “door”, and the symbol behind the seat of the previous Ms. Hugh is similar to the “sword of judgment”. “The Sword of Judgment”…… Klein nodded his head imperceptibly.
He confirmed that once a solid connection was established, and the other party belonged to the extraordinary, the symbols behind the corresponding seats would change according to the actual situation of the other party, and it wasn’t necessary to join the Tarot Club and come to the Gray Mist on a regular basis to be able to do so.
At this time, Fools heart but set off shock waves:
The Fool …… is really a fool …… That honorific name really points to a powerful existence!
What is he going to do? Will he make me trade my soul?
Heh, at least, at least this is better than losing control in that horrible ravings …… I’ve kind of picked up a life, and whatever happens after that is equal to earning ……
In the midst of her thoughts, she suddenly heard Mr. Fool ask with a smile:
”Every time there is a full moon, you will hear murmuring from somewhere?”
How did he know? Forsyth looked startled, and replied, dumbfounded:
”Yes.”
Before the words left her mouth, a possibility struck her, and she pursued the question offhandedly:
”You, you, know the origin of that raving? Do you know who is victimizing me? Do you know how to solve this problem once and for all?”
It was a poor man lost in the darkness, trapped in the storm …… Klein was going to reply with these very self image words, but after thinking about it, he felt that he couldn’t be sure that the murmurings heard by the lady in front of him really came from Mr. “Door”.
In order not to make a mistake, and not to lose face in the future, he omitted the question, and said with a vague smile:
”He may not want to hurt you, perhaps, he is just asking for help.”
That was why the ravings were not malicious, not crazy, not evil.
”Asking me for help? But that ravings made me come closer and closer to losing control, and if you hadn’t helped me, I might have turned into a monster by now.” Voorhees asked incredulously in return.
Klein laughed:
”That’s because you’re too fragile.”
”I’m too fragile?” Folth was again stunned and bewildered.
Klein explained slightly:
”Your life level is too far from the other party, perhaps, if he just breathes normally, the storm he brings up will be able to tear you into pieces, perhaps, if he just looks at you, you will die on the spot.”
”Of course, it’s not impossible for him to communicate with you normally if he deliberately controls his own power, however, his voice might have to pass through layers of obstacles to reach your ears, and deliberate control often means failing to call for help, huh, I mean, assuming he’s calling for help.”
Life levels are too far apart …… to look at me, I will die on the spot …… Forsyth listened to a blank stare for a long time before he squeezed out a smile and said:
”This reminds me of a saying.”
”Thou shalt not look directly at God ……”
Klein looked at her with a smile, not making a positive reply.
Could that horrible raving really be coming from a being close to the gods? Mr. “Fool” can help me eliminate the influence brought by the other party, and has always talked about this matter in a rather calm tone …… Does this mean that he is on the same level of life as that being? The more Forsyth thought about it, the more shocked he became, and his body experienced an uncontrollable tremor.
Klein waited for a few seconds and turned to ask:
”How long does that murmuring last every time there is a full moon?”
”Three to five minutes, and if it’s the night of a blood moon, it will be more than seven minutes.” Voorhees collected his thoughts and answered honestly.
Hearing this, Klein felt more and more that the owner of the murmur was Mr. Gate.
He pressed the matter for the moment and said with a smile:
”In a few minutes you can go back.”
”There is only one solution to the problem, and that is to get your life level up.”
Voorhees hesitated and said:
”Whenever I meet the full moon, may I chant Your name?”
”I-I will be your devotee!”
”No, no need.” Klein shook his head with a smile, “But I don’t mind helping you out in passing.”
”Thank you so much!” Although Voorhees suspected that she was making a deal with an evil god, she no longer wanted to experience a painful “nightmare” similar to the one she had earlier.
Certain of this, she relaxed considerably, and noting that there were many more seats around the long bronze table, she asked tentatively:
”Mr. ‘Fool’, you seem to have other people frequenting this place?”
No, maybe not necessarily people …… Fools silently added.
Klein laughed in an easy manner:
”It’s a couple of people similar to you that I’ve pulled in here for a variety of reasons.”
”They wanted me to hold regular gatherings to trade recipes, buy and sell materials, exchange news, and commission quests.”
”I promised them.”
Forsyth listened with a thumping heart, thinking of what he had gotten himself into, and ventured to ask:
”Mr. ‘Fool,’ may I join the party?”
”Yes, every Monday, at three o’clock in the afternoon, excluding distractions.” Klein smiled and pointed down at the cards that had suddenly materialized on the surface of the long bronze table, “They’ve decided to use the names of the tarot cards as their respective codenames, so you can pick one on your own, the following already have owners and cannot be chosen ……”
Forsyth nodded and muttered as he shuffled and cut the cards with interest:
”Let fate decide my title ……”
Quickly, she drew a card and looked at the Word:
”Magician!”