Klein was discussing the latest popular play with his older brother Benson and his younger sister Melissa, and sincerely invited them to watch it at the Grand Theater next Sunday evening.
"I think the newspapers have said enough. *The Return of the Count* is definitely a play worth seeing live. It's been performed dozens of times in
Of course, if it weren't for maintaining appearances, I'd much rather go to the pub and play some billiards... Hmm, renting a court to play tennis is also not bad, that's a possibility. It's a middle-class leisure activity. With my current physical fitness, as long as I don't run into other Beyonders crashing in, I can easily handle most opponents... Forget it, for now, it's just a thought. I have to reinvestigate people and things related to
What a busy man I am... Klein thought, finding joy in the midst of hardship.
Seeing that Benson was already tempted but Melissa was still hesitant, he smiled and added: "I hear the most popular supporting character in *The Return of the Count* is a genius mechanic."
"Alright, no matter what, I should go to the Grand Theater to watch a play at least once." Melissa pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly, but her eyes were much brighter than before.
Just as Klein was about to respond, he suddenly heard a buzzing whisper in his ear, and his head was dizzy for a few seconds.
"Then I'll just wait patiently for the ticket booking day to open."
"Alright, I'm going to my room to write a report."
"We have to dive into the ocean of knowledge too. Hope we don't drown in it." Benson smiled wryly and turned back to the dining room with Melissa to sit down.
Klein went up to the second floor, locked the bedroom door, sealed the entire room with a Wall of Spirituality, then walked four steps counterclockwise, chanted the incantation, and arrived above the gray fog.
Within the majestic palace, like a giant's dwelling, his figure suddenly materialized at the head of the long bronze table. In his eyes, a crimson star that constantly contracted and expanded was reflected.
Klein raised his right hand, extended his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized "Justice".
With a bang, he saw a distorted and blurry picture. He saw Miss Justice wearing an off-white court dress, sitting on a chair in a dark corner, her hands clasped against her bowed forehead.
At the same time, a slightly immature and tense, sweet female voice overlayed ethereally, echoing layer upon layer: "The Fool that does not belong to this era; You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog; You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune. I pray for your gaze; Pray for your audience; ...
At the ball held by Duke Negan, I encountered someone who might be Zinnegler. He was disguised as Baron Gramil, for an unknown purpose. I noticed from some details that today's Baron Gramil was different from usual, which made me think of Zinnegler's mystical item's ability to change one's appearance."
...
Klein listened carefully, distinguishing the details, and finally understood the matter Miss Justice was describing: Zinnegler actually used the special ability of "
But what he didn't expect was that a certain noble lady was a "Spectator", a "Spectator" who remembered the past characteristics of Baron Gramil, and thus he was exposed without even realizing it!
What does this guy want to do? And what should I do? I've been experimenting with the sacrifice ritual without spiritual materials these past two days, and I found that I could create something similar to a "Summoning Gate", but I couldn't open it. I was just thinking of finding time to go to the underground trading market to buy some spiritual materials for a second experiment... Miss Justice is attending a ball, so she probably doesn't have any spiritual materials on her... Klein pondered for a dozen seconds and began to respond to Justice's prayer.
....
Inside the small prayer room of Duke Negan's mansion.
Audrey prayed several times, finally stopped, straightened her clothes, and quickly walked to the door.
She knew she couldn't disappear for too long, otherwise her father and mother would worry, leading them to misjudge the situation and make wrong decisions.
Standing behind the door, Audrey took a deep breath, and with a feeling of unease and anxiety, she extended her right hand, covered in a white lace glove, and unlocked the door.
Leaving the small prayer room, she walked back along the corridor towards the "dining room". Just as the guests holding wine glasses and plates were getting closer, her vision suddenly blurred, and she discovered an illusory fog spreading around her.
In the center of the thick grayish-white fog was an ancient high-backed chair. On the high-backed chair sat a mysterious existence whose appearance and figure could not be clearly seen, a mysterious existence looking down on everything.
"The Fool"! Audrey almost exclaimed in surprise.
Immediately after, she heard the familiar low voice: "I see."
The sound was still echoing when the gray fog had already disappeared. Before Audrey's eyes were still the long tables laden with food and drinks, still the lively scene of people clinking glasses.