Mystery: Shadow of Order Chapter 86

Backlund West, 45 Gatton Street, Rawls's laboratory.

Looking at the white bread, Fenerpot noodles, paella, and Dixie pie on the table, Rawls shook his head. For him or Audrey, these foods may be the most difficult to prepare.

In terms of their status, apart from white bread, they can eat one of them occasionally or only one can be said to change their taste, but if they are prepared together, it may lead to suspicion.

These were all prepared by his personal servant Morris, and it was still difficult for him to completely trust his butler, August.

Put the four kinds of food on the four corners of the table, skillfully create a sealed spiritual environment, take out a glass bottle, and drop the extracted essential oil on the candles in the four corners.

Rawls lowered his head and recited the incantation in Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck."

"I ask for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I beg you to let me have a good dream."

"Deep Sleeping Flower, the herb belonging to the red moon, please pass on the power to my mantra."

"Gammon, the herb belonging to the sun, please pass on the power to my spell."

After reciting the incantation, Rawls felt an invisible wind surging in the sealed spiritual wall, and a black inverted pyramid mark appeared on his palm, and the mark seemed to be in water, constantly fluctuating.

When everything returned to normal, Rawls knew that the ceremony was over, but he still did not lift the spiritual wall, waiting for Klein's possible reply.

Five minutes have passed, and there is still no movement. It seems that Klein is still tracking Triss. No, it should be Triss now, but it will be soon.

Witch~

When he walked out of the laboratory, he saw the staircase at the end of the corridor, where the housekeeper Augst and the personal servant Tris were waiting.

"August, how is the situation?"

Rawls closed the door of the laboratory and walked towards the stairs.

After the case in the afternoon was over, he sent his housekeeper to inquire about the follow-up of the case, and he could also keep the things prepared by the valet Morris from being discovered. Werther Gold's case is over, but Lancer Nozick's gun attack still requires a follow-up trial.

Butler Augst came up to greet him and gave a salute:

"Lance Nozick has been arrested by the Siviras Field, and the specific trial date has not yet been set."

Rawls nodded, and he was considered to have accomplished a great achievement. As the defendant's lawyer, he sent the plaintiff in, which was rare in Backlund. If lawyer Mueller can be sent in, it would be a first for the legal profession.

"Didn't Congressman Nozick come forward?"

Butler Augst shook his head and said:

"No, it's just that his daughter, Mrs. Maynard, came forward, but she was only warned by Siviras Field."

"Well, I see."

Even if the two parties reach an agreement and do not refer the case to Congressman Nozick, the fate of Congressman Nozick is foreseeable. It is impossible to go further to become the leader of the new party, and it would be good to be able to guarantee your current position before next year's general election.

"Morris, go and deal with the laboratory, it's a little messy there."

The valet Morris stepped forward, bowed his head and said:

"Okay, sir."

Steward August continued:

"Sir, tomorrow night, Earl Wolfe has a salon on cultural relics and history, please come to attend."

After speaking, he took out an invitation and handed it to Rawls.

Rawls took the invitation without looking at it carefully, took it into the study, sat down and asked Mr. Augst, the housekeeper who was following behind him:

"Mr. Steward, is there anything I should pay attention to in this salon?"

"Sir, this salon is no different from other literary salons and art salons. But this time the salon was held by Count Wolf, and it was also a cultural relics and history salon, so many landed nobles must have participated.

The history and titles of their families are what you need to know, as well as some famous historical bridges and cultural relics…”

Tingen, Klein's bedroom.

After finally waiting for Melissa and Benson to fall asleep, Klein prepared the ceremony and came above the gray fog.

The gray fog is boundless, the crimson "stars" are far or near, and the towering temple stands like a dead giant. Compared with the past, everything in front of Klein has not changed at all. The silence and ancient times accumulated over thousands of years. Come on.

No, there are still changes. Klein muttered to himself silently, his eyes locked on the two red stars in front of him.

Those are the stars that symbolize "Emperor" and "Justice". The crimson of the two "stars" shrinks and expands one after another, not much, but persevering.

Klein carefully unfolded his spirituality, spreading towards the crimson that represents the "Emperor".

As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed, saw a blurry and distorted picture, and heard illusory and overlapping prayers:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black in charge of good luck. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

From the distorted picture and the illusory prayer, Klein reluctantly recognized that it was Mr. "Emperor".

It seems that I really succeeded.

Inside a hotel in Bayam, the city of generosity.

Having set up the altar, Alger, who had finished reciting the incantation, felt the wind in the wall of spirituality, looked at the "snowflake" mark on his palm, seemed to remember something, and lowered his head to recite:

"Dear Mr. Fool, the weapon that Mr. Emperor needs has been completed, and he will arrive in Backlund in three days. He can go to the Warrior and Sea Bar on Pelican Street in the White Rose District of Pritz Harbor, and ask the owner Williams and say that it is the captain. thing."

After finishing the chanting, Alger waited for a while. Seeing that there was no response, he sighed. It seemed that Mr. Fool's experiment failed.

He used the ability conferred by the "Voyager" potion to rub it on the table serving as the altar, and the light filled the water, and the table serving as the altar was instantly refreshed.

Above the gray fog, Klein, who felt the "Hanged Man" performing the ceremony, spread his spirituality, heard the "Hanged Man"'s prayer, and saw the "Hanged Man" in a black robe.

Klein rubbed his temples. Although the ceremony was a success, Alger's last words gave him a headache. It didn't look like the "Hanged Man" character, wasn't he always the most cautious?

"It's definitely not enough for me to repeat the narration by myself. If there is a disposition, how can there be a mysterious existence who personally acts as the speaker?"

Klein pondered for dozens of seconds, and suddenly came up with an idea. He embodied the picture and sound that Mr. Hanged Man had just prayed for, and turned it into a mosaic-like movie scene.

Reaching out a little, Klein threw the repeated replay of the light curtain into the crimson star that symbolized the "Emperor".

Chapter end

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