This time, he didn't see any illusory star expanding and contracting the crimson light, but at the end of the ancient and mottled bronze long table, on the side of the Fool's Seat, there was a clear brilliance swinging in circles.

"Prayer for non-Tarot members... Hugh, or that lady with slightly curly brown hair?" Klein sat in his own seat with some guesswork.

Since he had emptied the unregistered account, he did not suspect that someone was trying to steal his wealth.

Leaning back slightly, Klein tapped his left hand, spreading spirituality, and touched the rippling circle of light.

The surrounding scenes suddenly changed, and he saw an overturned coffee table, a tilted sofa, books and papers all over the floor, and a dying brown-haired lady.

At the same time, Klein heard the other party's prayer clearly: "I don't belong to this era, the fool..."

"Above the gray mist, yes, the mysterious master..."

"In charge, good luck, king of yellow and black..."

"Help me, save me..."

"help me"? Looking at her, she looks a bit out of control. Her hair is growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the cuticle of her skin has already been covered with a strange white glow. How could I save her... Klein observed carefully for several seconds , muttered to himself rather embarrassingly.

At this moment, he discerned a faint illusory and indistinct raving from the lady's painful begging.

Yes, raving!

This kind of babbling is the same as before entering the gray mist, but it doesn't feel crazy or evil at all, and it doesn't contain obvious malice.

"It seems that this lady's near-out-of-control state was caused by hearing the babbling... If you don't hear it anymore, will you be able to calm down and get better?" Klein thoughtfully stretched out his hand to the rippling waves. aperture.

Immediately afterwards, he allowed his spirituality to surge out wildly, establishing a stable and mysterious connection.

��After being promoted to "Magician", his spirituality has been enriched a lot, and the burden in this area has been reduced accordingly.

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Forsi's head became more and more confused, feeling that her thoughts were like boiling water, constantly bubbling, trying to break free from the constraints on her head.

"Am I dying...I don't want, I don't want to become a monster..." As soon as such a thought flashed through her mind sadly, a flood of pain flooded her.

Suddenly, she woke up, and the pain, irritability, madness and despair that had been pierced into her bones before seemed to not exist at all, and it was just an illusion.

Get over it so quickly today? Isn't there an extension during the blood moon? Forsi opened the eyes that had been unconsciously closed just now in doubt, and saw the boundless gray mist below her, and an old mottled bronze long table in front of her.

This is where? She looked around in astonishment, and saw towering stone pillars, and the majestic palace supported by the stone pillars.

Immediately afterwards, she discovered that at the top of the long bronze table, there was a mysterious and abnormal figure wrapped in thick gray mist that seemed to be looking down on everything.

What is this place? who is he? Forsi raised a question in her heart again vigilantly.

Immediately, she remembered what she had just done!

In extreme pain, she recited the mysterious incantation that Xio found from "The History of the Nobility of the Loen Kingdom", which seemed to point to an evil spirit!

No, not just evil spirits! He was able to get me out of that horrible raving for a while... and he pulled me into this strange world... This... Fors resisted the fear in her heart, half stood up and bowed: "Excuse me ..."

At this moment, she suddenly remembered the specific content of the mantra, and blurted out: "You are a fool! Er, sir."

"You are Your Excellency the Fool?"

Klein smiled and nodded, "Just call me Mister Fool." JrNovels.com