The Blue Avenger was like a leaf on the surface of the undulating waves of the Sonia Sea. At times, it was raised high and sometimes low from the ebbing of the waves, but there was no sign of it being at risk of capsizing.

Alger Wilson stood in the captain cabin, his back to the shelves of red and white wine, as he subconsciously paced around.

Finally, he gritted his teeth and returned to the mahogany desk with a grim expression. He removed the brass sextant, found a piece of paper and a pen, and leaned over to draw the complex, mysterious symbol given to him by The Fool.

With a Seafarer’s memory, Alger quickly completed the first step of the sacrificial ritual.

Then, he opened the drawer and took out a candle. He set up the ritual according to the dualism principles and placed a candle above the symbol that was formed by the combination of the Pupil-less Eye and the partial contorted lines. One candle was placed in the middle that represented the person making the sacrifice.

After cleaning up all the items on the table, Alger condensed pure water in the palm of his hand and wiped the altar clean. He then used the silver dagger from the ceremony to create a sealing wall that surrounded his desk.

After doing all this, he used his spirituality to light up the two candles and retreated a few steps under the dim light.

Taking a deep breath, Alger lowered his head and recited in ancient Hermes,

“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era,

“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;

“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

“Your devoted servant prays for your attention,

“I pray for you to take his offerings.

“I pray for you to open the gates to your Kingdom.”

This ancient incantation reverberated within the wall of spirituality, stirring up spiraling gales as they swept forth with the force of nature.

It was the oldest sacrificial language created by human Beyonders, and it contained many mysteries itself. However, it lacked sufficient protection for the user.

Bearing with the pain that was akin to having knives slicing across his skin, Alger took out a small dark brown glass bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and poured out a lot of sesame-shaped granules.

These granules swirled with a metallic luster and exuded an indescribable sense of beauty.

Alger scattered these granules into the wind.

Whoosh!

The gale grew stronger but was no longer tempestuous. It was dyed in two separate colors—silver and black.

symbolized The Fool, burgeoning and tearing open an illusory ordinary-sized door. Its

his high-back chair. He could feel the spirituality in the air that was rippling

be working… Klein suddenly had a premonition and immediately spread out his spirituality,

Creak!

sounds, the blurry door

illusory door, formed out of wind and light, open. Behind it was deep darkness formed from an innumerable number of almost invisible shadows. They were lustrous splendors

caused Alger to involuntarily tremble. It

head bowed, he raised the palm-sized object which was constantly changing in

of a suction force. He

the deep voice of

“You did well.”

my honor,” Alger

to see that the illusory door had disappeared. The gale had stopped, and the candle flames had returned

normal procedures, Alger sat down with a complicated expression and said to himself silently, In the beginning, only people could be pulled into the world above the gray fog… After a while, responses could be made by listening to prayers… Now, sacrifices and bestowment can be performed… Mr. Fool is freeing himself from his predicament one step at a time, and bit by bit,

and worried Alger, but

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the gray fog, Klein was playing with the pituitary gland of the Rainbow Salamander. Various colors were reflected on his face as they constantly

from his palm, and a strong sense of accomplishment filled his heart, causing him to reveal

more miraculous… After reflecting over the situation, Klein extended his spirituality and sent his will to the crimson star representing Miss

quietly on the edge of the bed. She would restlessly flip through the books by her bed and from time to time, scrutinize herself in the mirror

to the completion of The Hanged Man’s sacrificial ritual, but she was

one must remain calm and collected when important matters arise… Audrey, come on, take a deep breath… Or perhaps, I should go tease the dog? However, Susie can talk and think, so she’s an entity with her own dignity. I can’t just casually tease her… Audrey’s mind wandered, her hand unconsciously wringing an ornate doll dressed in splendid

a thick gray fog suddenly appeared before her eyes, and in the depths of the fog, there

said with a smile, “Miss Justice, the attempt was successful.

of Mr Fool! Audrey forgot The Hanged Man’s role in this matter. She held back her excitement and

materials could be considered to contain

“When do you

the premise that there are no Beyonders

Beyonder dog count… Audrey looked at the tightly-shut door, feeling a small tug at

do

Klein tersely acknowledged.

is the same as I described previously. All you need to

servant prays for your

you to open the

pray for you

this,

the urge to

more illusory than the starry

is the mysterious world I’ve always been pursuing. This is the kind of feeling I’ve always wanted! She praised Mr.

The Fool, it’s worship.

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