Early that morning, Klein was about to leave home for work, but he unexpectedly received a request from Miss Witch.
"You mean, you want to go out with me?"
He was a little surprised and couldn't help but ask her again.
"Does this embarrass you?"
Alice looked at him calmly, without any joking expression.
Klein looked away uncomfortably, avoiding meeting those overly clear eyes.
"It's not really a difficult thing, but I only have one day off a week, so I have to go to the company even on Saturdays. Well, it just so happens that I plan to walk there today. If you don't mind walking a few kilometers..."
Uh... He suddenly got stuck here.
Because Klein realized that if she followed him to the Blackthorn Security Company, wouldn't that be walking into a trap? And he simply couldn't explain the issue of the Nighthawk Wanted Order to her!
Should we place our hopes on the mysterious magical power of Miss Witch? Can such a spell that confuses other people's cognition be deceived by a senior Beyonder?
Alice just shook her head slightly.
"Don't worry about me. Just think of it as someone you can chat with on the way. I'll say goodbye to you when you get to the company."
Since she had said this, Klein could no longer find any reason to refuse, so he nodded in agreement.
A journey that used to take just over ten minutes by public carriage now takes nearly an hour to walk.
So Klein deliberately left home earlier. After saying goodbye to Melissa and Benson, he left home with his little tail following behind him.
——During this period, he had become completely accustomed to the subtle expressions his siblings showed towards him, and was able to accept it all without changing his expression.
...Of course, yesterday, before Alice returned home, Melissa had pulled him aside and told him seriously to consider the issue of self-control, saying that Alice was not even of adult age legally, and that it would be best for them to wait a year before having any intimate contact... By then, Klein could also consider renting a house suitable for young couples to live together, so that life would be more convenient and comfortable.
Klein almost lost his temper at the time. Fortunately, his sister Melissa added that she believed they had not yet developed that kind of close relationship, but living in the same room was indeed prone to accidents, so she hoped that her brother could find a suitable time to talk to Alice and convince her to move into the empty guest room on the second floor.
Walking slowly along Daffodil Street in the early morning, Klein thought of this incident, so he tentatively mentioned it to Miss Witch, and received the reply of "It doesn't matter".
"As long as you don't mind spending money on the quilt and pillow." The girl beside him said with a slight smile.
Clayton felt his face getting hot after his money-hungry nature was exposed.
"I have to buy it sooner or later...it's not a waste, and it can also be used as a backup in case of emergency..."
he replied stubbornly.
But as soon as he finished speaking, Klein thought of her temporary residence so far, the dressing mirror in his room. This was a topic he hadn't dared to ask in detail before, but since she was about to "move away" from there, perhaps it wouldn't be a problem to ask?
"Well, are you curious about what's behind the mirror?" Alice reached out and touched her lips, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised. "Generally, shouldn't this kind of question be asked when you first meet someone?"
"...It's just that I just haven't found the right opportunity to ask." Klein replied with a forced smile.
Alice seemed amused by his reaction. She stopped walking, and the sound of her heels tapping the ground stopped. Klein subconsciously stopped as well and turned back to give her a questioning look.
"If you want to understand the subspace behind the mirror, just experience it yourself." Alice said, and made a strange gesture with her right hand.
This action seemed to trigger Klein's spiritual perception. He looked around as if aware of something, and vaguely realized that the surrounding environment suddenly became "stagnant", as if an invisible wall separated the area where he was from the outside world, forming a special closed environment.
Klein noticed that none of the pedestrians around him seemed to pay attention to the changes here, just like the situation when he first met the witch lady - "
A little trick can avoid the attention of irrelevant people."
Alice didn't explain much. She took Klein's wrist and walked forward a few steps, passing the fruit stall not far from them and came to a street shop with a relatively clean window.
This is a relatively respectable store in the area adjacent to Iron Cross Street, but the door is closed and for some reason a sign saying "out of business" has been hung on it.
Klein was distracted by the soft touch on his wrist and paid no attention to the merchandise displayed in the store window. He just stared at the glass window in front of him with a normal, slightly dull look.
There was a reflection of the street scene, as well as the young man and woman standing in front of the window.
The petite and beautiful witch changed into a new outfit today, a V-neck off-shoulder dress with a ruffled design. The necklace embellished with light sapphires on her neck pressed over her beautifully shaped and distinct collarbone, making the girl's skeleton look even more slender and fragile, making her look adorable.
And her hand was holding the wrist of the young man with black hair and brown eyes, wearing a black tuxedo...
ah, let go.
"Come closer, Klein."
Alice gestured for him to come closer as usual, as if nothing had happened. She then reached out and lightly touched the dusty and stained glass window.
She didn't make any movements or chant any spells. Klein noticed that there seemed to be slight ripples on the horizontal reflection in front of him, just like the waves on the lake blown by a breeze, but this change only lasted for a moment before returning to normal.
Looking at it from a distance, the reflection on the transparent glass is the same as it was at the beginning, without any abnormality.
Alice turned and held out her hand to him.
Klein was stunned for a few seconds without reacting, and then he heard her sigh. The look in her eyes when she looked at him became helpless, quite similar to the look of Melissa caring for her mentally retarded brother.
"Hands, Klein." Alice explained patiently, "If you don't want to get lost in the subspace, you'd better take the initiative... Hmm, have you never touched a girl's hand before? So you're a little nervous?"
As she spoke, she looked him up and down seriously, and then nodded slightly, as if she was sure of something.
In addition to feeling embarrassed and offended by her blunt statement of the truth, Klein suddenly became angry and raised his hand to grab the fair and tender hand with righteous words.
"No, I'm not nervous. I'm just a little surprised... Was that a spell just now? But I didn't see you use any spellcasting materials."
Klein remembered clearly that when Alice briefly introduced the spell system of the other world to him, she clearly said that most of the spells there were composed of three necessary parts - the casting action or gesture, a few bars of spell chanting, and the casting catalyst that guides the power of the spell.
But she clearly didn't chant any words just now, nor did she take out any materials. With just one movement, she seemed to have completed a... well, a spell that he didn't quite understand.
——But then again, are all girls' hands so soft? It's like they have no bones... And her hands are so small that he could almost fit them in his palms...
Klein tried his best to suppress the embarrassing thoughts that surged in his mind and pretended to concentrate on the magical power she displayed.
It is worth mentioning that, up to now, he has not noticed the change in the way Miss Witch addresses him.
"Well, this is what you are focusing on. I thought..."
Alice obviously did not have as many distracting thoughts as he did. Even though he took her hand, she smiled without changing her attitude, with a hint of mischief between her brows.
"Okay, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it if I continue. Come on, remember to follow me closely. As for your question just now—"
She began to walk forward. Right in front of her was the glass window where they had been standing for a long time. Klein subconsciously opened his eyes wide and walked forward with her.
Then he saw again the scene he had seen in the room before.
The witch lady was like walking into a curtain of water, sinking directly into the glass of the window. However, unlike the last time, Klein's own reflection was gradually approaching, getting closer and closer, until it collided with him completely -
huh? I didn't feel anything...
Klein closed his eyes reflexively for a few seconds before realizing that he didn't hit anything. The hand he was holding tightly was still warm and soft, as if reminding him that he was still in reality.
He opened his eyes half in surprise and half in expectation, and at that moment Alice also gave an answer to the previous question.
"Because this is not strictly speaking a spell. Well... you can say it is a natural ability."
Klein had no idea what she said.
His attention was entirely focused on the space in front of him.
Fragments...
This is a world that seems to be made up of countless fragments.
The ground beneath your feet, around your body, and above your head are all made up of fragmented scenes reflecting various images. And from those pictures that were completely symmetrical with the real images, he could see skinny old men walking on the street who seemed to be looking for a job, middle-class housewives fixing their appearance and hair in front of the mirror, Loen gentlemen fixing their hats and shirts in front of the dressing mirror, and even workers wolfing down black bread in cheap restaurants with simple decorations...
With just a few simple glances, he saw many vivid scenes of life. From the different facial features and emotional expressions of those strangers, he felt the breath of Tingen in the early morning at that moment.
It was as if he had... accidentally entered the world of the Mirror Kingdom in a fairy tale. But unlike the fairy tale he was familiar with, the one who led him into this world was none other than Alice, the heroine of the fairy tale. (Note)
...Is she really Alice from that other world? A character who is the prototype of a fairy tale?
No, that's not right. Miss Witch said Alice was a pseudonym...
Klein was shocked for a moment, but he couldn't take his eyes off the miraculous scene before him until Alice stood on tiptoe and reached out to pat his cheek.
"Stop looking. You'll get lost if you look too much... Follow me."
"Where are you going?" Klein asked with difficulty, trying to focus his attention on the girl's back.
"Well, you'll know when you come."
Alice seemed to have a clear goal. She pulled him a few steps and then stopped. She raised her hand and outlined a rune in the air filled with various fragments of images.
Then, a certain inconspicuous fragment was suddenly magnified, and Alice walked in without hesitation.
Although he wanted to take a few more glances at this fantastical world in the mirror, Klein was pulled by the force from his hand and entered the fragmented image that appeared as a bright light curtain when magnified.
The feeling was similar to the previous time he entered the mirror world—in fact, he felt nothing—Klein only felt that the environment around him changed between opening and closing his eyes. It was no longer that bizarre and strange fragmented space, but...
a place that looked extremely familiar.
"Is this... my room?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he realized something was wrong. The room in front of him was certainly very similar to his bedroom, but if he looked closely, he would find that almost all the furniture and furnishings were completely symmetrical and opposite to his bedroom.
Moreover, he folded the quilt neatly on the bed before he went out, but the bed in front of him with white sheets was actually a mess of quilts, and there was something thrown on the bedside table...
He suddenly reacted and didn't dare to look at it carefully. The temperature of his face began to rise without warning.
"No, that's not right... Are you staying here for the next few days?"
"Yes." Alice nodded and continued to pull Klein, who was standing still like a piece of wood, straight towards the dressing mirror by the door, and then passed through the last mirror.
Klein suddenly felt something different.
Perhaps because the environment before entering the mirror world had been changed by Alice's "little trick", Klein was always able to clearly recognize that he was in a "stagnant and still" place.
But as they crossed the line drawn by the dressing mirror one after another, he clearly felt the liveliness of the surrounding environment.
Looking around again, Klein confirmed that the room with familiar furnishings in front of him was his bedroom.
He opened the door carefully and could vaguely hear Benson and Melissa chatting downstairs.
Huh—
Klein gently closed the bedroom door and turned to look at the instigator of all this with mixed feelings. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"Are you scared?" Miss Witch still had that smile whose sincerity was hard to tell, as if she felt happy simply by seeing his stunned reaction.
...Well, actually I'm not particularly surprised. How can the power of two different systems be explained by the same theory?
Klein breathed in and out silently, finally calming down. He spoke word by word,
"It's amazing. I can only say it's amazing. However, you're going to make it difficult for me... You'll be late for work!"
Miss Witch seemed to be stunned for a moment before she blinked and responded.
"Well, I forgot for a moment that you're an employee…" After saying that, she even stuck out her tongue coquettishly, which made Klein think that it was shameful to act cute maliciously.
After Klein "reluctantly" pointed out the approximate location of the company, Alice once again took him through the bizarre mirror world, and finally selected a suitable fragment as an exit, and returned to the real space together.
It took only a few breaths. If Klein hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he really couldn't believe that he had arrived at another neighborhood in Tingen so easily.
Fortunately, Alice seemed to have taken some covert measures, and there were not many pedestrians on the street. No one paid attention to them who suddenly appeared on the side of the road. Otherwise, Klein felt that he would probably be invited to have tea soon...
The reason was to abuse extraordinary abilities and disclose the secrets of extraordinary existence in front of ordinary people...
He shook his head, shook off the random thoughts in his mind, and then carefully identified the specific location where he was.
Miss Witch said that she was not familiar with the street layout of Tingen, and at most she could only open a mirror exit to a certain general direction, so the probability of them "landing" on Zouteland Street was not high, and there would basically be a deviation of one to two blocks.
Through the towering spire of St. Selina's Church in the distance, Klein recognized that he was now on Henriette Street, northwest of Tingen. It would take about twenty minutes to walk from here to the Blackthorn Security Company.
He glanced at Alice beside him, muttered silently in his heart, "Ms. Doraemon who can open the anywhere door", then immediately looked away as if nothing had happened, praised her magical spell, and at the same time tactfully expressed that his workplace was not far ahead.
——You'd better not go to the place where the Night Watchman works to commit suicide!
Klein prayed silently in his heart.
"It's okay. I said I won't disturb your work." Alice chuckled and followed his steps, with an expression on her face as if she was thinking about something.
"…Is there anything you want to tell me?"
As he walked, Klein realized that there seemed to be only this one explanation for her actions today.
"I guess so." Alice nodded slightly and looked up at him. "I mainly want to ask you, how have you thought about that wish?"
A wish... Miss Witch's promise? Why did she suddenly ask about this...
Thinking of a possibility, Klein blurted out subconsciously: "Have you found a way to go back?"
So she "kindly" reminded him before leaving, asking him to quickly decide what he wanted her to accomplish?
"...That's not the case."
Alice's answer made his heart fall back into his chest.
I was scared to death—Klein couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Then why are you asking so quickly..."
"You don't seem to want me to leave? This can't be your wish, you want me to stay here with you or something like that." Alice said with a smile that made him blush, but her next words made him feel a little amused.
"Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you before that those sneaky wishes don't count. If you dare to say to me, 'My wish is for you to fulfill my seven more wishes', or 'I hope you will treat me as your master in the future and fulfill all my wishes unconditionally', then I will let you taste the taste of despair—"
Miss Witch, you look so undignified when you say such harsh words with that pretty and lovely face…
Klein suppressed his smile and nodded with a stern face,
"I understand…"
Or rather, if she hadn't mentioned it, he wouldn't have thought in this direction at all.
"So you are still considering it, right? It's okay, I don't mean to push you... Well, you should consider it carefully, but if that is beyond my ability, I can only say sorry to you."
Alice quickened her pace, came in front of him, and walked backwards step by step. Her movements revealed an innocence and vitality that was hard to find in others. But this innocence is so contradictory amidst the mystery surrounding her which is full of complex mysteries.
Klein looked at her deeply, then frowned slightly, and his spirit became restrained and calm.
He seriously thought about the difficult problem that he had put aside for several days.
How to convey the existence of the Earth to Alice and convince her to help him find it...even, if possible, ask her to send "Zhou Mingrui" back to his home on Earth.
- Reveal his true origins to her? He is also a visitor from another world, but he accidentally entered the body of the dead original owner "Klein Moretti"...
But if he tells her so directly, will she still recognize the agreement between her and him?
Miss Alice does not know the 21st century youth named Zhou Mingrui. The person who made a contract with her is called Klein Moretti. What if she suspected that Klein's body was usurped by an unknown soul? Would she use some means to extract him from her body?
No, no, he couldn't be so unreserved. He couldn't guess how she would react. The risk of expressing it this way was too great!
Moreover, there are still too many doubts about himself and the truth behind the death of the original owner "Klein".
For example, the words left by the original owner in the notebook: "Everyone will die, including me", and the weird and terrifying resurrection, and the Antigonus family notebook whose whereabouts are still unknown...
——! ! !
Klein suddenly stopped.
"Well, what's wrong?" Alice stopped and asked witAfter a painful bargaining with the witch lady who insisted on the principle of "equal exchange", Klein finally shamelessly won her concession.
The two reached a preliminary agreement that the price charged by Miss Witch would depend on the degree of danger.
After that, the two of them stopped talking and silently came to the residential building and passed through the entrance of the building that exuded a damp smell because it had not seen sunlight for many years.
Walking up the stairs to the third floor, Klein stopped at the door of the room opposite the kidnapper's room yesterday.
He tapped his brows twice to activate his spiritual vision.
After his inspiration was heightened, he clearly felt that sense of déjà vu again, as if he had been in and out of the room before.
"It's right here…"
Klein turned to the side and cast a pleading look at the silent Alice.
He doesn't know how to pick a lock, nor can he forcefully break a lock like Leonard does... The only thing left for him is to leave it to Miss Witch.
What would she do?
Klein looked forward to the scene that might happen next with some trepidation.
Alice seemed to hesitate for two seconds, then raised her hand.
From Klein's perspective, he could vaguely see her holding something in her palm and pressing it against the door. Then he heard several syllables with a strange rhythm coming out of her mouth.
After only a brief second or two, Klein discovered that a transparent water color began to spread from the door where her palm touched, gradually forming an elliptical "entrance" that could accommodate one person.
He discovered that he could actually observe the scene behind the door directly through this transparent water curtain!
If Klein had read the internal information of the Nighthawks, he would probably be surprised that the abilities displayed by the witch lady were extremely similar to the path called "Apprentice".
However, ignorance is bliss, and he almost completely believed that she was a visitor from another world. Klein was only surprised for a moment, then shifted his attention to what was behind the door.
With just one glance, Klein couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.
With his spiritual vision activated, he could tell at a glance that the old woman sitting in the rocking chair was already a corpse. Her body was even covered with countless disgusting and smelly maggots and parasites, so densely packed that it made one's back shudder.
Fortunately, this transparent water curtain only lasted for a few breaths before dissipating. Klein barely suppressed the urge to vomit, but he found that Alice, who turned around and looked at him, did not look very good either.
"...Is this what you said, that there might be danger and you need protection?"
She seemed to have touched something dirty. She took out a white silk handkerchief from somewhere and wiped the palm of her hand that had pressed on the door again and again.
"Well, I didn't know it would be like this... Now, what should I say?" Klein gritted his teeth and met her gaze, and said with difficulty, "I can feel that there is something wrong in that room, but now... what is the situation of the body inside?"
"You ask me, how should I know. Back... the materials used for that kind of detection spell are very expensive, and I don't want to waste them on such a small matter." Alice said, pouting in disgust, "As for the body, I suggest you call the police."
...Oh, that's right, why should he risk his life to come and investigate?
Klein was reminded by her casually, and suddenly realized.
He is a member of the Nighthawks! Although he has not officially joined the company yet, there is no doubt that he has an official background. Why didn't he think of reporting the situation first?
What's more, this is a clue related to the whereabouts of the notebook!
If he reported it to the captain, he might even get a share of the credit. So why did he rush here to confirm it so eagerly?
Fortunately, he and Miss Witch did not destroy the scene during this exploration, otherwise he would not be able to explain himself...
Klein cursed himself inwardly,
then remembered the reward he had promised Alice. He suddenly felt a little distressed until he heard the heavenly voice next to him. "Forget it. I won't charge you this time… You weren't in any danger at all."
Miss Witch threw the silk handkerchief that she had used to wipe her palms at him unhappily, and Klein subconsciously caught it.
"Remember to help me throw it away later."
...Well, Miss Witch still has some common sense and knows that she must not destroy the accident scene at will, so as not to arouse suspicion.
Klein nodded in agreement and put the handkerchief into his trouser pocket. He then asked curiously: "
Was that... a spell? I saw you used certain materials and chanted a spell?"
"Yes, it's just what you thought. Why, do you want to compensate me for the loss of my materials?"
Alice nodded perfunctorily, obviously not intending to further explain the principles of the spell.
Seeing this, Klein had no choice but to regretfully skip the topic of reimbursement. He pulled himself together and prepared to report his findings to the Blackthorn Security Company.
Of course, he would conceal some information as appropriate, such as he had learned through divination that there were abnormal conditions in the room, but he was not sure what they were...
Yes, he could also take the opportunity to do a few more divinations to increase the credibility of his words!
Klein quickly made up his mind. Alice also said that it was time for her to leave, so the two parted at the street corner. One of them rushed to the Nighthawks' office at 36 Zouteland Street, while the other gradually disappeared in the tide of carriages and pedestrians coming and going.
...
The story is back on track.
At least that's what it looked like on the surface -
"The Tingen Night Squad obtained information about the Antigonus family's notes from Klein's report, reported it to Backlund, and obtained permission to use Sealed Artifact '2-049'."
For Klein, his life was also getting better.
With the 10-pound reward for solving the kidnapping case, Klein no longer had to wait for funding. He took half of the remuneration and successfully joined the fortune-telling club. On his first weekend as a "fortune-teller", he tried out two afternoons of performances.
Feeling that the potion seemed to be digested a little, he became more and more confident in the acting method mentioned in Roselle's diary.
In addition to the improvement of his extraordinary abilities, Klein also learned another important knowledge in the extraordinary field from Old Neil: ritual magic!
However, the more he learned about the ritual magic that was called "magic," the more Klein was amazed at the miracles that had appeared before him.
The essence of ritual magic is to pray to a higher being. Strictly speaking, it is to borrow the power of that higher being and use His great power to achieve what the ritual host wants to achieve.
But Miss Witch's magic seems to really be able to cause changes in reality with her own strength... Well, looking at it this way, her "magic" seems to be closer to the abilities that potions bring to the Beyonders themselves...
The only difference from potions is that her abilities should be something that she can choose to learn on her own.
If he had a correct understanding of the other world similar to the DND system.
Hiss, this is a bit of cheating, and it won't lead to madness or loss of control...
Klein admitted that he was quite envious and had considered asking Alice to teach him. But on second thought, if this request took up that precious wish quota, resulting in him no longer having the chance to talk to her about the Earth, then it would be a waste of time.
So Klein had no choice but to give up this seemingly tempting shortcut and improve himself step by step.
It's okay, Klein. He said this to himself.
Your predecessor as a time traveler, Emperor Roselle, also came this way step by step. Now you have only just set foot on the starting point of the extraordinary road, so you must not be impatient.
One must take one step at a time and eat one bite at a time. It is unrealistic to expect to become fat in one bite...
At this stage, just set a small goal, such as working hard to become a regular member of the Night Watch, increase my weekly salary, and find time to buy Melissa a new dress. Benson's formal suit can also be arranged...
Alas, if I hadn't accompanied Melissa to buy Alice's room supplies on Sunday afternoon, maybe Melissa would have been able to wear a new dress this week.
Perhaps he should find another reason to take out the extra five pounds and tell Melissa that she didn't need to be so frugal...
However, apart from these trivial matters in life, he had something important to do that could not be ignored.
On Monday afternoon, Klein, who was on leave at home, took out his pocket watch, glanced at the time, and nodded slightly.
Two fifty-eight...it's almost time for this week's Tarot Club.
With the inspiration of ritual magic, this time, he planned to let "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" try to pray to himself, the master of the Tarot Club, "The Fool", so that they could "take leave" in advance at an inconvenient time on Monday afternoon.
After silently repeating the three-part description he had prepared several times, he used meditation to suppress the slight anxiety and excitement in his heart. Then he chanted the spell and walked four steps backwards. His light spirit gradually rose and rose, and he came to the gray fog that seemed to have never changed.
Klein the Fool sat down at the head of the long bronze table, letting the thick fog envelop him.
As two more blurry figures appeared on both sides of the mottled long table, the third meeting of the Tarot Club officially began.
…
Since nothing particularly noteworthy seemed to have happened around Justice and the Hanged Man this week, the Tarot Club's routine post-transaction communication session was simply a formality and soon ended under the will of Mr. Fool.
Klein the Fool sat at the head of the long bronze table. Relying on his current spiritual strength, he silently reviewed his gains and experiences from this Tarot Meeting.
First of all, the three pages of Roselle's diary and the information recorded therein are all real good stuff with very high gold content.
Although some of the "One Piece" Easter eggs that Emperor Roselle created out of bad taste and the classic "It's so delicious" scene made him smile secretly, but by reading these crooked simplified Chinese characters copied by others, he seemed to have met the fellow time traveler from the same hometown as himself across more than a hundred years of time and space. His soul jumped out of the paper, and he narrated his past and his original mental journey in a light and lively tone.
If there was a chance to meet this great emperor, they would probably get along very well... provided that he did not reveal that he had read these diaries that would lead to social death.
Who would write a diary if they were serious?
Klein covered his mouth and laughed, but as he laughed he inevitably felt a little lonely and sad.
The emperor left a diary written in simplified Chinese. In addition to expressing his feelings, he might also have wanted to try to find other fellow time travelers...
Unfortunately, even more than a hundred years after he was stabbed to death, people in this world still called those words "Roselle Secret Script", and no one knew how to decipher them.
The emperor never found the second time traveler in his entire life.
After putting aside his feelings towards his predecessors, Klein recalled the rest of the information exchanged at the Tarot Club one by one.
The second "blasphemous slate"...
well, on this topic, he deliberately revealed to Justice and the Hanged Man in a casual tone that the "blasphemous slate" was related to the essence of the gods, which was an attempt to apply what he had learned from the witch lady before.
The result was quite good. Klein clearly felt that Justice and the Hanged Man were more in awe of him.
Furthermore, the wording he chose was very clever, making it profound and mysterious while leaving room for the listeners' imagination.
In this way, even if they find that the truth is different from Mr. Fool's words, Justice and the Hanged Man will think that there is something wrong with their understanding, rather than the mysterious and powerful Mr. Fool saying something wrong.
Well, very good, perfect!
Klein nodded again, satisfied with the current situation.
Afterwards, he stood up and explored the palace above the gray fog. He found that with his current strength, he could not see through the things behind the fog. So he suppressed his desire to explore for the time being and walked slowly back to the long table in the center of the temple.
For some reason, Klein always felt like he was missing something.
This vague intuition had been bothering him ever since he came above the gray fog and stepped into this mysterious palace. It touched his spirituality like a thorn in the flesh, as if he had overlooked some important and fatal issue.
No, but that's not possible.
Reason told Klein that his life was getting back on track and everything was moving in a steady and positive direction. Even a variable like Miss Witch...
wait a minute.
Klein's thoughts suddenly froze at this moment.
He suddenly realized the problem.
It went so smoothly. Everything went too smoothly.
This is not referring to his current living conditions... but to the witch lady Alice who calls herself a "visitor from another world"!
If we think about it logically and rationally, a complete stranger suddenly breaks into the lives of three siblings in an ordinary family. No matter how kind and gentle the disturbed party is, they will always feel a little uncomfortable.
But, no.
Since the first day Alice came to his house, Benson and Melissa accepted her and showed no resentment at all.
They had no doubt about Alice's words and showed considerable approval and liking for her.
Well, perhaps this alone would seem to be a coincidence, but if one focuses on his colleague... the poetic night watchman, Leonard Mitchell, Klein recalled his behavior in recent days and felt an indescribable chill spread throughout his body.
Leonard was completely infatuated with the girl who had asked him for directions and whom he had only met once.
During his lunchtime chat with Klein, he regretted more than once that he had not asked the girl's name. Otherwise, he could have found out her address and created a chance for an "accidental encounter" when she was out.
He didn't even remember what she looked like, he only remembered that the girl had a pair of beautiful eyes.
Although he didn't know her name or what she looked like, Leonard regarded this pale and ridiculous love as a treasure. He would talk about her from time to time and even wanted to write a poem based on her, without realizing how strange his condition was.
Although this person can't write poetry at all.
However...
the strangest thing, and what frightened Klein the most at this moment, was that something was wrong with him!
He dispelled his suspicions about the witch lady with various reasons one by one... He thought that after verifying the authenticity of the "contract" that the witch lady asked him to sign, it proved that she did not deceive him.
But how could he dare to draw such a conclusion? Why couldn't he remember the two lines of warning clearly written on the wanted poster that the captain had asked him to read?!
——The items held by the "Mirror Witch" include at least two powerful and dangerous sealed objects. One is in the shape of a staff, and its function is suspected to be to amplify ritual black magic. The other is of unknown appearance, and it is speculated that it has the ability to influence other people's cognition and fabricate illusions.
——Close contact with the target is strictly prohibited! It has been discovered that the Conant Night Squad has experienced cognitive tampering, emotional disorder, hallucinations and auditory hallucinations...
Cognition tampering...
If the stories he has heard from Miss Witch so far are just fantasies caused by the tampering of his cognition?
This is not impossible!
He had read a lot of online articles before traveling through time, and there was enough story material deep in his memory. It is entirely possible that under the influence of an unknown and mysterious supernatural power, he made up a highly credible story for himself!
And because this was a story he made up and thought was reasonable, every time he had doubts, he would dispel them. Later on, he even took the initiative to make up reasons in his mind for things that Miss Witch did not explain!
The same thing goes for that unknown language that he had never heard of before...
If it was just a "fake language" made up from his own memory, and it was an auditory hallucination that she caused him to hear, then as the instigator, it was obviously possible for her to make him understand the meaning after "casting the spell".
Those magical, so-called "other-world spells" were also...
He was just a rookie who had just stepped into the extraordinary world, and his understanding of those high-level and other methods was almost zero. Under this premise, how could he be sure that the strange power she deliberately displayed in front of him was magic?
Maybe... maybe other ways could also achieve the same level of ability, but he just didn't know it!
That's right! Wasn't it clearly written on the wanted poster that the witch was good at mirror magic and confusing people...
and the ability that Alice showed in front of him was related to mirrors! That's why she never explains her "magic principles"!
The abilities gained from potions are like some kind of instinct. What kind of spell theory can she come up with?
As for the others... he has never seen the abilities of black flame and frost, but if he angers her, he might have a chance to see them.
Klein felt a chill running through his body. This was the psychological effect of being too terrified.
If what he had experienced these days were all illusions that the witch wanted him to see and hear...
then what was real? What was fake?
Klein's mind suddenly became confused, and he could hardly maintain the balance between his spirituality and emotions. He was about to fall from this magnificent gray fog palace back into his body shackled by matter.
Fortunately, he caught a flash of inspiration at the critical moment.
Since he had been deceived by the witch for several days, why now?
Why at this moment did he suddenly realize the problem? Discovered his own inconsistency?
- Just because he came to this mysterious space above the gray fog?
Here, he could be isolated from the influence of the witch on him?
Trying to stabilize his emotions through meditation, Klein gradually regained his composure, and quickly flipped through the memories of the past few days in his mind, trying to analyze the entire process from a bird's-eye view.
After sorting out the information, he obtained the following pieces of information.
First, he was too unsuspecting of the witch who lived in the same room with him. In less than three days, he accepted and even got used to this outsider who invaded his private space.
Second, after he failed in his attempt to divine the witch's questions, he "confirme