Since the other party is a powerful existence that cannot be resisted, she quickly put aside some worries and began to think about what to do next: "First, completely digest the 'audience' potion...my 'acting' is not bad good."
"Second, look for the Psychological Alchemists."
"Third, see if you can get the potion formula of 'Mind Reader' from Mister Fool, or clues from the Psychological Alchemists."
"However, every god-like existence has its own complete sequence chain, and does not necessarily know the formulas of other sequence pathways... A new extraordinary organization like the Psychological Alchemy Society may not necessarily be qualified to receive Mister Fool's attention... ..."
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After breaking away from contact, Klein sat down at the top of the long bronze table in a good mood.
Covered in gray mist, he leaned back on the back of the chair, clenched his hands against his mouth, and recalled and examined the process just now.
At this moment, he was the only creature in this gray misty world, other than that, there was no sound.
"It seems that we can only pass on information, and cannot use this to mobilize the power here... Then it seems that one of my previous tricks won't work." Klein kept tapping his mouth, silently summing up.
His original plan was, if the spells and rituals he designed were effective, then he would try to see if he could bind himself to the world of gray mist in this way, so as to leverage the power of this mysterious space.
When the time comes, he will be able to pray to himself, so as to circumvent restrictions, mysteries and dangers by clever means, and make full use of the world of gray mist.
For example, he can first hold a ceremony, pray to "self" for the grant of spells, and then enter above the gray mist, respond to this prayer, and grant the gift.
"It seems that I still think too beautifully... My understanding and mastery of this world of gray fog is far from that level..." Klein shook his head and laughed at himself, preparing to leave.
At this moment, he saw that the crimson "star" that symbolized "The Hanged Man" also began to shrink and expand, and heard an illusory and invisible sound swinging around.
"Just in time for the 'Hanged Man' to hold the ceremony?" Klein nodded thoughtfully.
He was sitting on top of the long bronze table, reaching out and pointing towards the "star".
Spirituality spread out, touching the crimson that was constantly shrinking and expanding.
He heard the low and overlapping prayers of "The Hanged Man", and also saw a blurry picture.
In the picture, the "Hanged Man" is wearing a pure black robe, standing in front of four fires, surrounded by a spiritual wall, separating external influences.
Klein didn't respond immediately, but just watched and listened quietly.
"...you are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."
"I beg your help."
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"The Hanged Man" finished praying, waited for a while, and seeing no response, he began to lift the spiritual wall, extinguish the flames, and tidy up the altar.
At the end, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the water was filled with light, and the table that served as the altar immediately looked brand new.
"Water-based spells...Gift of the storm...'The Hanged Man' is indeed, at least 'Navigator'..." Klein nodded slightly, and before the screen disappeared, according to the expected method, he transmitted the "response" into that Group crimson.
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Alger Wilson was in the "City of Generosity", the capital of the Rorsted Islands.
He did not go to the famous "Red Theater" here with the crew, but stayed in the hotel, closed the doors and windows, and tried the ritual described by the fool.
Familiarly completing the prayer, Alger waited patiently for a while, but did not receive any response. JrNovels.com