The so-called "interruptible" ritual magic means that when a Beyonder performs a ritual, he can interrupt it as circumstances dictate, first take care of other things, and after finishing, come back and continue, and still get the desired effect.
This is a technique derived from the thousand-year development of ritual magic. After all, many high-level rituals require numerous steps that might take an hour, two hours, or even half a day to complete, and it's hard to guarantee no one will disturb or no accident will happen during the process.
Through the bloody lessons of predecessors and countless failures, "interruptible" ritual magic has become mainstream at high levels and indirectly affected some low-level ones.
But being "interruptible" does not mean you can interrupt at any time or in any way. You must follow mystical theory and master the corresponding skills, otherwise the ritual will inevitably fail, and it may even cause a terrifying backlash.
According to Klein's understanding, when you successfully attract the attention of a deity and wait for you to state your request, if you suddenly say, "Wait, I need to go to the bathroom first," then congratulations, you'll never need to go to the bathroom again.
Phew... Klein exhaled, trying to stay calm.
Although he had performed the "Luck Ritual" many times and even designed the corresponding process for "Justice" and "The Hanged Man" to try, today he was practicing a real, regulation-compliant ritual magic for the first time.
Glancing at the silver-headed cane leaning against the bedside, Klein took the third candle and placed it in the center of the desk, symbolizing himself.
Then he placed Celena's ritual silver bowl in front of the third candle, replacing the cauldron with the holy emblem. On the left were hydrosols and essential oils containing moon and deep sleep plants, on the right a plate of salt, a small silver knife, a sheet of parchment, and a dip pen.
Fortunately, Celena's things were relatively complete, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to set up. And Old Neil's quick ritual wasn't something a Seer could do... It seems Celena was a relatively experienced enthusiast of mysticism... Hmm, if she weren't experienced, she wouldn't have caused such a mess... She's only sixteen, and she's been at this for at least a year... Who introduced her to this? As Klein's thoughts flew, he took Celena's cup from the bedside, filled it with water, and placed it next to the coarse salt.
He took out his pocket watch, pressed the button with a click, glanced at it, and without further delay, he outlined a layered, radiant orb in his mind and quickly entered meditation.
In the room filled with incense, an invisible wind suddenly swirled. Klein's eyes, having put away his watch, deepened, turning from brown to black, as if he could see the soul of every observer.
He reached out his hand, placing it on the candle in the upper right corner, and silently recited:
"Goddess of the Night, you are the Crimson Lord!"
As he recited silently, Klein extended his spirituality, rubbed the wick, and after several attempts, the candle ignited, its yellow light tinged with a hint of serene blue.
"Goddess of the Night, you are also the Empress of Calamity and Fear!"
Following the same method, Klein successfully lit the second candle in the upper left corner.
"I am your faithful guard, the shield that resists danger in the night, the spear that strikes evil in the silence!"
Whoosh!
The third candle, symbolizing Klein, began to burn.
In the unwavering flame, he picked up the silver knife, and imitating Old Neil's actions, consecrated it with incantations, coarse salt, and water.
Then he let his accumulated spirituality burst forth from the tip of the silver dagger and merge with nature.
Holding the silver dagger, Klein walked around the bedroom (where the bed was, he used his knees instead of feet), creating an invisible barrier that sealed the place.
The streetlight outside the window disappeared instantly, but the crimson light continued to shine quietly.
Klein returned to the desk, picked up the quill, and used spirituality and ink to draw symbols and sigils to ward off misfortune.
After doing this, he set down his things and dripped one drop each from several bottles of hydrosols and essential oils onto the three candles.
Hiss!
A thin mist rose, and the room suddenly felt more mystical.
Then he successively burned several herbs, and in the mixed fragrance, Klein stepped back and recited the incantation for the "interruptible" ritual:
"Goddess of the Night, more sublime than the stars, more eternal than eternity;"
"I beseech your patronage;"
"Beseech you to patronize one of your faithful believers."
"I beseech the power of the Crimson;"
"I beseech the power of Calamity and Fear;"
"Beseech you to free your faithful believer, Celena Wood, from the taint of evil, from the entanglement of calamity."
"I beseech you, wait a moment, wait for that unfortunate girl."
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"Moon, herbs belonging to the red moon, transmit your power to my incantation!"
"Deep sleep, herbs belonging to the red moon, transmit your power to my incantation!"
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After reciting the incantation, Klein closed his eyes and repeated it seven times in his mind.
Seeing no abnormality on the altar, he took the silver dagger again and stepped back step by step to the door of Celena's bedroom.
He touched his chest four times, drawing a crimson moon, then turned around and raised the silver dagger.
Spirituality burst from the tip again, carving the shape of a door on the invisible wall.
Klein knew that at that point, even if he opened the door, it would not affect the serenity and sanctity of the altar.
He took out the silver pocket watch with vine patterns, checked the time, and mentally rehearsed the subsequent procedures.
......
In the second-floor sitting room.
Elizabeth, trembling slightly, glanced at the wall clock from time to time, silently counting the time under the light of two gas lamps.
It's about time... she whispered silently, turning her head to look at the lively girl with long wine-red hair. Her dimples were deep, her smile bright, and she could chat well with every friend around.
But the more this was the case, the more fear Elizabeth felt. The cold, terrifying "Celena" in the mirror seemed to have always existed in her mind, impossible to forget.
Can't wait any longer! Must act! Elizabeth suddenly stood up and, under the astonished gazes of the others, stammered with a smile:
"Celena, I, I have a surprise for you. Come out with me for a moment."
"Really? Didn't you already give me a birthday gift?" Celena, holding her mirror face down, stood up with surprise.
"A surprise is, is not, can't be predicted," Elizabeth said, feeling she had no acting talent at all.
Without saying more, she headed for the sitting room door. Celena followed with a puzzled smile.