The Red Priestess Chapter 196 – The Warning
Uncovering the covered “paper angel”, Klein poured the vial of demon blood into a ceramic jar and stirred it for a while with a thin glass rod that was now available.
”Whew, that’s all there is.” Finally, he gazed at it for a few seconds and sighed.
This would give him enough time to make a few extra preparations before George III performed the ceremony.
As for whether the blood of the “assassin” and the “demon” had had time to lose its connection with himself, Kline did not care, because he had confirmed that the original owners of the two bloods were dead.
–He divined the origin of the Assassin’s blood to find out if it belonged to the witch Tris, and if it did, to consider whether he should save a little of it and apply it to the surface of Grosser’s Travels afterward.
The result was disappointing, but not at all surprising, as he had long ago realized that Tris was just as cautious as he was.
Witch also has “instigator” this sequence, also need not low IQ …… Well, “instigator” and “conspirators Both “instigator” and “conspirator” magic potions should have the effect of raising IQ, otherwise, Danizi’s future will be in danger……. Klein thought as he threw the ceramic jar in front of him into the pile of clutter.
He whirled back to the real world and browsed through the detailed ritual provided by the witch Tris.
This was the ritual that would help Klein speak with Mr. Gate during the full moon.
”A total of nine gems …… Will this be too extravagant?” In the middle of reading, Klein casually whispered.
As a rich man who still had nearly thirty thousand pounds in cash after donating quite a bit of money (fourteen thousand pound bills, fifteen thousand pounds worth of gold bullion, thirty-five gold coins, and some change), it wasn’t that he couldn’t afford to buy the gems, it was just that he thought it would be a waste.
After thinking for about ten seconds, Klein decided to try to replace it with an image from a historical aperture. Anyway, he didn’t want to please Mr. Door, and Mr. Door wouldn’t be able to do anything to him when the ceremony was over and the jewel disappeared.
If it doesn’t work out, he’ll consider buying it from a jewelry store……. Klein stood up and set up the ceremony in the room just outside the rental house.
After all the other preparations, he stretched out his right hand and slowly and heavily scratched in front of him.
He grabbed an ancient brass key out of the air.
This was the key to summoning Mr. Door, the “master key”.
Immediately after that, Klein grabbed it again and dragged out an item from the void.
This item emitted a serene light in the shape of a full moon, surrounded by one scarlet gem after another, with the symbol of the moon and many mysterious patterns in the center.
”Crimson Moon Coronet”!
The Crimson Moon Coronet belongs to Sharon!
It creates the effect of a “full moon” and allows the person holding the “master key” to hear the ravings of Mr. Door.
If Kraven only wanted to hear what Mr. Door was shouting, this step would have been enough, and there would have been no need to perform any more rituals, but his purpose was to speak with the King of Angels, so he still had to follow the process down the line.
After placing the “Universal Key” and the “Crimson Moon Coronet” on the altar at the same time, Klein thought back for a moment, and once again reached out his right hand and pulled a handful of air in front of him.
This time, he pulled out a gorgeous necklace of crushed diamond embellishments with an emerald heart.
”Well …… the experience of being Dawn Dantes is still useful, otherwise how could I have gotten access to so many upper class women, danced with them, and seen different styles of jewelry made of different materials? And without this close observation, how could I easily summon the corresponding historical pore image now? This can last for a quarter of an hour, it’s enough ……” Klein, who had reached his goal in a simple manner, sighed in his heart with satisfaction for a few moments.
Then, he renewed his efforts and continued to stretch out his right hand, preparing to gather the nine gems he needed from those ladies and madams he had known in the past.
In the next second, his hand paused in mid-air and his expression became rather odd.
”Forgot that I can only maintain three images from the orifices of history right now……. What about this? Replace this current necklace and find a trinket with at least nine gems? Hmm, let me think if I’ve ever seen one like it, yes, I can use the ‘Dream Divination Method’ to recall …… this …… ‘Dream Divination ‘ is used at times like these? ‘Diviner’ and ‘Ancient Scholar’ are quite a match, well, this is also a kind of ultimate ‘magic’ …… “In the midst of his thoughts, Klein was about to find a chair to sit down and start divining when he suddenly frowned.
He realized something was wrong.
Under normal circumstances, he couldn’t have forgotten that he could only summon images from within three historical orifices at once.
”Is this a subtle spiritual warning?” Klein glanced at the “Universal Key” and “Crimson Moon Coronet” on the altar, and with a flick of his right hand, he made them disappear.
Then, he took four steps backward, chanted his name, and came to the gray mist, sitting in the seat that belonged to the “Fool”.
Manifesting a pen and paper, Krynn wrote at his discretion:
”It is dangerous to talk to Mr. Gate at this time.”
This divination will obviously point to Mr. Door, so that Klein will encounter a certain counterattack, but Klein, who has already mastered the “Fortress of Source” and is able to mobilize angelic power, believes that he can withstand it, after all, Mr. Door is in a situation of banishment. After all, Mr. “Gate” is in a state of banishment and sealing.
Unhooking the pendulum from his left wrist cuff, Klein held it in his left hand, letting it drape over the words, almost touching the surface of the paper.
He then closed his eyes, and with a high degree of mental tension, he silently recited the divination statement seven times.
Wordlessly, a shadow flashed steeply across Klein’s mind, which seemed to completely obscure his inspiration.
He was busy opening his eyes and saw that the citrine pendant shattered into powder.
”After my initial mastery of the ‘Source Fortress’, certain divinations are more covert and less likely to cause accidents?
”Well, is it related to one’s own safety that has become so, or is it because the gap with Mr. ‘Gate’ has narrowed to within a certain degree? Of course, is it the effect produced by Mr. ‘Gate’ in the sealed state …… or, a combination of both?
”Now this result indicates that the current conversation with Mr. ‘Gate’ would be unbearably dangerous …… Why is that so?” Klein frowned, unable to make a valid speculation, unable to think of a rational explanation.
After a while, he leaned back against the back of his high-backed chair, shook his head and sighed, giving up on his original intention.
”Can only do more preparations in other aspects ……” Klein left hand vainly pressed, the citrine pendant instantly recovered, after all, it is only a projection of the main body on top of the gray fog.
Because of the changes in the “divination” just now, Klein had some associations, that is, the twisted and transparent worms peering at the main peak of the Hornerchies Mountain Range may not be as dangerous as before.
”That’s most likely a Sequence 1 Angel of the Antigonus family, and it might even be the ‘half-fool’ that Leonard mentioned to me …… My peeping, if I can hold it up a little longer, and decipher directly the Sequence 2 ‘Miracle Worker’ or Sequence 1 ‘Sneaky Servant’ magic potion recipes wouldn’t be less likely, well, there’s only one chance for that kind of monster that’s gone completely insane, and who knows what will happen as a result… …I can give it a try once I’ve fully adapted to the ‘Ancient Scholar’ magic potion …… “Klein rubbed the corner of his forehead, and his figure steeply disappeared above the gray mist.
After returning to the real world, he didn’t rush to clean up the altar, but sat down on a chair and seriously thought about what other unconventional preparations he could make.
The so-called routine are: meeting with the “Mystic Queen” to discuss the details of cooperation; gifting more things to Will Ansettin, Renette Tynicol, and Palles Zoroaster; praying to the “Goddess of the Night” to increase the probability of summoning the ascetic Ari Ana’s Historical Pore Image; Proficiency in the Ancient Scholar’s core ability ……
As for the unconventional, it was purely up to Klein’s own imagination.
After thinking for a while, Kraven’s expression was grave, and with a slight frown on his face, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed at the air.
This time, he dragged nothing out.
Klein grabbed ten more times in a row, but the summoning results were all failures, which forced him to helplessly accept a fact:
It couldn’t succeed purely on its own!
He whirled out his money clip, drew out a paper crane, and wrote on its surface in pencil:
”Give me some luck and I’ll bring you ice cream from Cerenzo’s.”
Refolding the paper crane, Klein went into that room inside, lay down on the bed, and restored his spirituality by sleeping.
In the misty dream world, he saw a small, thin, silvery-white snake, and they formed a response:
”Five!”
”No problem.” Klein smiled and made a promise.
The next instant, he woke up.
Rolling over and sitting up, Klein once again probed his right hand and grabbed ten times in a row.
Still all of them failed!
”It doesn’t work even if you have enough luck. …… The difficulty is too high. …… “Klein subconsciously wanted to tap the edge of the bed with his fingers, but instantly restrained this tendency, as this action belonged to his Above the Gray Mist’s habits and was not suitable to be brought to the real world.
After pacing back and forth for a long time, carefully contemplating the various connections, Krynn finally left his bedroom and brought an item back to the real world with regard to the altar that was still unpacked outside.
It was an ancient book bound in parchment with a dark brown cover.
The Travels of Grosel.
Picking up this travelogue, Krynn took a deep breath and half closed his eyes, as if sensing something.
Slowly, he reached out with his right hand and grasped it with very little amplitude.
Failed.
Grasped it again.
Still failed.
After five consecutive failures, Klein moved more and more slowly, as if he were trying to take a piece of charcoal out of a red-hot stove.
Suddenly, something tensed in his arm muscles and he pulled back with unusual care.
His right hand then slowly retracted, and a bit by bit, he dragged out a rather dull, ancient style quill pen.
It came from the Resurrection Square in the city of Kukwa in the southern continent of West Byron Uttar Pradesh, from beside the corpse of Ince Zangwill.
This is the “0-08” before it was picked up by Amon’s brother.