“Interesting help……”
Roger's mouth twitched when he heard this. For ordinary people, "interesting" was in most cases a positive word, but if Amon said it, it often equated to "tragedy."
Therefore, he really didn't want to know what this "interesting help" was, and now he just wanted to go home early.
But he still patiently drank the cocktail Amon gave him to the last drop, but unexpectedly found that Amon's bartending skills were surprisingly good.
Thinking about it, this "Time Angel" had been in human society for so many years, and was once a Great Noble, so making a cocktail was definitely a piece of cake.
“Another one.” Roger's eyes lit up.
“One Gold Pound.” Bartender Amon glanced at him through his monocle.
“Goodbye.”
Roger was a little helpless. He refused his Boss's act of taking advantage of him, put on his Wide-brimmed Hat, and walked out of the "Family" Bar.
Along the way, Roger bought a bottle of Intis Red Wine at Harold's Department Store, and also packed two servings of Seafood Rice, White Bread, Feynepot Noodles, and Dicy Pie each, and then arrived home, eating one serving of Seafood Rice.
Seeing that Bandit was sleeping soundly, he quietly came to the Underground Storage Room, cleaned his Workbench, put on the "Scholar's Ring", and entered the "Silent Focus" State.
Roger first placed four brand new sandalwood scented Candles in the four corners of the Workbench, and then placed four portions of staple food respectively.
Then he, With the Help of coarse salt, clear water, and the Hermes Language's Incantation, sanctified a Silver Dagger, and used it to create a closed "Wall of Spirituality" around himself.
Taking a deep breath, Roger dripped a drop of Essential Oil, which he had previously mixed and distilled from Moon Flower, Gold Mint, Deep Sleep Flower, Gold Bergamot, and Rock Rose, on each Candle. The pleasant aroma instantly evaporated, making Roger's Mind, which had already calmed down, even more relaxed.
“The Fool who does not belong to this era, you are the Mysterious Ruler Above the Grey Mist, you are the Yellow and Black King who holds Good Luck……”
“I implore your help.”
“I implore your Favor.”
“I implore you to let me have a good dream.”
“Deep Sleep Flower……”
After a low Recitation, Roger immediately felt a breeze blowing within the "Wall of Spirituality", and at the same time, there was a faint Deep Red Star light flowing in the position of his right hand.
But suddenly, this Deep Red light suddenly changed, and a trace of Rust Color was inexplicably Mixed into it.
At the same time, the Gray Fog quickly spread around Roger's feet……
Inside the "Blackthorn Security Company", Klein, who was working overtime to guard the armory, suddenly felt dizzy, almost fell, and quickly supported the table with his hands.
His Forehead was throbbing, and the pain deep in his Mind that he couldn't suppress made him gasp, and he quickly rubbed his Eyebrow Center.
“What's wrong? Klein? Are you okay?”
Hearing Klein's Sound, Old Neil, who was nearby, hurried over and asked with some concern at the door.
“No, it's okay.”
Klein straightened his body and exhaled a long breath, because he saw the four small black dots originating from the "Ritual of Fortune", like natural moles, appearing on the back of his right hand.
This made him realize that this was a Tarot Club Member performing the Ritual Magic of calling upon "The Fool" that they had agreed upon before.
“What is this? There wasn't this before?”
Klein suddenly noticed that, in the middle of those four black dots, a Vague, small, almost imperceptible Rust Color Circular pattern appeared.
And he didn't know if it was an illusion, he seemed to feel a gaze within that Circular pattern, watching him……
He quickly rubbed his Eyes, but found that the Circular pattern had already disappeared, and the four black dots also quickly faded away.
“Could it be that something went wrong with that Ritual Magic? Need to be improved?”
Klein was a little apprehensive, because the Circular pattern that seemed to hide a gaze made him inexplicably think of the illusory Eyes he had seen behind Old Neil when he had just obtained Spiritual Vision before.
He decided to go Above the Grey Mist later to check, to see what exactly went wrong.
……
Roger, who was almost completely swallowed, quickly used the Silver Dagger to pierce the Wall of Spirituality and dispel the Ritual.
The moment he did so, the Gray Fog disappeared in an instant.
After gasping for a few breaths, Roger muttered to himself:
“I remember that the 'Fool' prayer Ritual wasn't like this……”
In his Memory, as long as the Deep Red Star light appeared, it meant that the performer of the Ritual Magic had successfully left their request Above the "Source Fortress", and then it was normal to lift the Ritual and wait for Mr. Fool's reply.
But just now, it seemed that some kind of change had occurred, and the Gray Fog that belonged only to the "Source Fortress" had even spread into his Wall of Spirituality.
This gave Roger an extremely bad premonition, and he quickly stopped the Ritual.
“Could it be that the 'Star of Judgment' and the Source Fortress had some kind of interaction?”
This made Roger shiver slightly.
The level of this kind of thing was too high, and he decided not to easily pray to Mr. Fool again before figuring out the ins and outs of the matter.
It was just the weekly Monday meeting, and Roger still had the confidence to be able to attend.
Of course, if he really had something to do, he would go next door and give Klein a Suggestion that he was very busy, so that Mr. Fool would naturally know the relevant Situation.
After all, he and the head of his Secret Organization were Neighbors, and it would be a waste not to use this relationship……
The next day, three o'clock in the afternoon.
It seemed that because he had consumed too much Spirituality when he first performed the Ritual Magic, or perhaps the prayer to Mr. Fool had worked, Roger didn't wake up until this time.
He yawned while washing up, and then tied Bandit's neck with a Simple cat collar made of a rope and the "Scholar's Ring", and threw it into the Word Cards scattered all over the floor.
Looking at the cat that had entered the State and was seriously reading the Cards, he nodded in satisfaction and walked into the Kitchen.
“Bang bang bang!”
Just as Roger was frying eggs in a pot, preparing to eat something to fill his stomach, his house door was suddenly knocked.
“So early? Didn't Klein say that we would eat dinner at night?”
With doubts in his Mind, Roger still went forward and opened the door.
Standing at the door was a youth with black hair and black Eyes, carrying a backpack.
Seeing this color scheme, Roger was first startled, but quickly calmed down.
If the other party didn't have very special Curly hair, he would have instinctively closed the door.
“Are you Mr. Roger Abraham?”
The youth leaned slightly, and spoke somewhat uncertainly.
Roger was about to say "yes" when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Because in Tingen, he was "Mettis Bonwe", not "Roger Abraham".
“I am not. Who are you?” he asked back.
Seeing this, the youth quickly waved his hand and replied:
“You don't need to be nervous. My name is Ethan Wiseman, from the 'Flame Dragon' Bar in Pritz Port.”