"The fool who does not belong to this era, the mysterious master above the gray mist, the king of yellow and black who is in charge of good luck."

As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately felt that the flickering dim candlelight mixed with the tranquil fragrance around him into a vortex, madly absorbing his own spirituality.

"The Sleeping Flower that belongs to the red moon, please pass on the power to my spell..." Klein endured the pain of being drained from his spirituality, and finished reciting the following spell.

At this time, he saw that the candle stopped shaking, stood there quietly, and was dyed a gray color, stretching to the size of a palm in all directions.

"I haven't summoned anything... Ah yes, maybe I need to go above the gray mist to respond... It's really troublesome to summon myself..." Klein squeezed Kongla's stinging forehead and said silently to himself.

He slowed down for more than ten seconds, took four steps backwards, and once again came to the gray mist, he saw circles of light patterns on the top of the ancient long table.

This comes from the weird symbol behind the corresponding high-back chair��a weird symbol composed of the "eye without pupil" that symbolizes mystery and the "twisted thread" that symbolizes change.

Klein just made a gesture of reaching out and touching, and the sound of incantations such as "I! I summon in my name", "The Fool who does not belong to this era", "The mysterious master above the gray fog" and so on immediately sounded in his ears, and he saw The influx of spirituality mixed with the swaying light patterns, turning into an illusory, unformed door.

The door wobbled and wanted to open it. Klein immediately had an inspiration and gave a strong idea to push it open.

Almost instantly, the boundless gray fog and the magnificent palace were suddenly pulled, creating invisible ripples.

Circle after circle, the ripples rushed towards the illusory, unformed door.

However, no matter how hard Klein pushed, the door couldn't be opened, and all the movement finally fell silent again.

"Because the 'Gate of Summoning' is not fully formed?" Klein withdrew his thoughts and analyzed the reason for the failure with a slight frown.

��He casually named the illusory gate "The Gate of Summoning".

"Well, it's because I'm not spiritual enough to build a complete 'Gate of Summoning'... Wait until I advance to the sequence, become a 'clown', pass through the initial dangerous stage, I can try again, maybe then there will be no problem... Klein nodded slightly, probably understanding what was going on.

This experiment gave him great confidence and strong encouragement, because this was the first time he caused the mysterious space above the gray mist to have a different reaction other than the incident of divination Eternal Lieyang!

"One day, I will figure out all the secrets here!" Klein announced excitedly in his heart, and fell into the boundless gray mist under the spiritual wrap.

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Back in the bedroom, Klein hurriedly extinguished the candles, ended the ceremony, packed up the desk, and lifted the spiritual wall.

In the sudden wind, he yawned and fell to the bed, just wrapped the quilt, and fell asleep.

In the misty and fragmented dream, Klein suddenly woke up, and found himself sitting in the living room at home with a share in his hand.

...The captain won't come again, will he? He was taken aback for a moment, then looked out of the oriel window angrily and amusedly.

With a creak, the door opened, and Dunn, who was wearing a black over-the-knee windbreaker, walked in slowly with a cane and a pipe.

He still wore a half-height black top hat, and still had deep gray eyes.

Dunn came to the living room, sat down on the single sofa, and laid his right leg on top of his left leisurely.

He put his cane away, took off his hat, leaned back slightly, and looked at Klein quietly as if thinking.

Captain, what do you want to do today... Klein was at a loss for a while.

In order not to reveal that he knew it was a dream, he pretended not to be affected and continued to read the newspaper.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, he looked up at Dunn who was opposite, and found that the captain was still looking at him quietly, as if thinking.

Five minutes, ten minutes, fifteen minutes, Klein, who flipped the newspaper over and over several times, saw Dunn looking at him quietly, as if thinking, out of the corner of his eye. JrNovels.com