Chapter 1142: Warning

After removing the Paper Angel wrapping the ceramic jar, Klein poured

the bottle of Devil's blood into it, and he stirred it with a glass

stick he conjured for some time.

Phew, I've finally gathered everything. He looked for a few

seconds and sighed.

This way, he still had enough time to prepare before George III's

ceremony.

As for whether the Assassin and Devil blood had enough time to be rid of

the connection with its original host, he wasn't concerned, as he had

confirmed that the original owners of the two sets of blood were dead.

He divined the origins of the Assassin blood to figure out if it

belonged to Demoness Trissy. If it did, he considered leaving some and

smearing it on the surface of Groselle's Travels after everything was

over.

He was left in disappointment, but he wasn't surprised. He had long

realized that Trissy was as cautious as he was.

*The Demoness pathway also has the Instigator Sequence. It requires a

high level of intelligence... Yes, the Instigator and Conspirer potions

should have the effect of increasing one's intelligence. Otherwise,

Danitz's future would be bleak...* As he thought, he threw the

ceramic jar into the junk pile.

He then returned to the real world and began to browse through the

detailed ritual Trissy had provided.

This was a ritual that could help him speak to Mr. Door during the full

moon.

"A total of nine gems... Isn't this too extravagant?" he casually

muttered as he read it.

As a tycoon who had donated quite a bit of money, he still had nearly

30,000 pounds in liquid assets (14,000 pounds in cash, 15,000 pounds

worth of gold bars, 35 pounds of gold coins, and some change). It wasn't

that he couldn't afford gems, but it was too wasteful.

After thinking for more than ten seconds, he decided to try using the

images in the Historical Void as stand-ins. After all, he had no

intention of pleasing Mr. Door. Once the ritual ended and the gems

disappeared, Mr. Door wouldn't be able to do anything to him.

*If it doesn't work, I'll consider purchasing it at the jewelry

store...* Klein stood up and set up a ritual in the room outside

the rental flat.

After finishing his other preparations, he stretched out his right hand

and slowly and heavily grabbed at the thin air in front of him.

He pulled out an ancient brass key from the air.

This was the key tool to summon Mr. Door, the Master Key.

Right after that, Klein grabbed at the air in front of him solemnly

again and pulled out an object from thin air.

The item emitted a tranquil glow that was in the shape of the full moon.

Embedded around it were a row of scarlet gems. In the middle was a

symbol representing the moon and many mysterious patterns.

Scarlet Lunar Corona!

It was the Scarlet Lunar Corona that currently belonged to Sharron!

It could create the effects of a full moon, allowing the person holding

the Master Key to hear Mr. Door's ravings.

If he only wanted to hear what Mr. Door was shouting, this would've been

sufficient. There was no need to hold any more rituals, but his goal was

to speak to the King of Angels. Therefore, he had to follow the

procedure.

After placing the Master Key and the Scarlet Lunar Corona on the altar,

he recalled for a moment and reached out his right hand again, pulling

out a handful from thin air.

This time, he took out a gorgeous necklace made studded with diamonds

and jadeite.

*Hmm... My experiences as Dwayne Dantès are rather useful after all.

Otherwise, how could I have come into contact with so many female

members of high society and dance with them, allowing me to see

accessories of different styles and materials? And without such close

proximity for observation, how could I easily summon the corresponding

Historical Void images? This can last fifteen minutes. That's

enough...* Having met his simple goal, Klein sighed in

satisfaction.

Then, he continued to extend his right hand, preparing to gather the

nine gems he needed from the ladies and madams he knew in the past.

In a second, his hand stopped in mid-air and his expression turned odd.

*I forgot that I can only maintain three Historical Void images... What

should I do? Swap this necklace and find an accessory that has at least

nine gems? Hmm, let me think about whether I've seen anything like that

before. Yes, I can use dream divination to recall... This... Is dream

divination meant for times like this? Seer and Scholar of Yore are quite

compatible after all. Well, this is also an extreme form of

magic...* Amidst his thoughts, Klein was just about to find a

chair and do the divination when he suddenly frowned.

He realized that something was amiss.

Under normal circumstances, it was impossible for him to forget that he

could only summon three Historical Void images at the same time.

This is a subtle warning from my spirituality? Looking at the

Master Key and the Scarlet Lunar Corona on the altar, he waved his right

hand gently, causing them to vanish.

Then, he took four steps counterclockwise and recited the honorific

name. He went above the gray fog and sat at the seat belonging to The

Fool.

He conjured a pen and paper and carefully wrote:

"Speaking to Mr. Door now is dangerous."

This divination was clearly directed at Mr. Door, so Klein was bound to

suffer a certain backlash effect. However, he had already obtained basic

ownership over Sefirah Castle, allowing him to use the power of an

angel, so he believed that he could withstand Mr. Door. After all, "He"

was exiled and sealed.

He removed the spirit pendulum on his left wrist and held it with his

left hand, allowing it to hang over the surface of the paper.

He closed his eyes and recited the divination statement seven times in a

high-strung manner.

Without a sound, a shadow suddenly flashed across his mind. It seemed to

completely screen his spiritual perception.

He hurriedly opened his eyes and saw that the topaz pendant had

shattered into powder.

*After my initial grasp of Sefirah Castle, some divinations are more

concealed. It won't cause any accidents?*

*Yes, is it because my safety is involved in the matter that this has

happened, or is it because the gap between me and Mr. Door has been

narrowed to a certain extent? Of course, this is referring to the Mr.

Door who is in a sealed state... Or perhaps, the effects of the two

combined?*

*The present result shows that speaking to Mr. Door holds untenable

danger... Why though?* Klein frowned, unable to come up with any

effective speculations or reasonable explanations.

After a while, he leaned back against the high-back chair and shook his

head with a sigh. He gave up on his original plan.

I can only make more preparations in other areas... With his

left hand pressed down, the topaz pendant instantly recovered. After

all, it was only a projection above the gray fog.

Because of the changes in the divination earlier, Klein made some

connections. Perhaps prying into the secrets of the twisted and

translucent maggots on the main peak of the Hornacis mountain range

might not be as dangerous as before.

*That's highly likely to be a Sequence 1 angel of the Antigonus family.

It might even be The Half-Fool that Leonard mentioned to me... If my

prying can hold on for a while longer, I can directly discern the

formulas of the Sequence 2 Miracle Invoker or Sequence 1 Attendant of

Mysteries. Hmm, there's only one chance. I don't know what sort of

developments would happen when dealing with a crazy monster... I'll wait

till I'm completely accustomed to the Scholar of Yore potion before

making the attempt...* Klein rubbed his temples before

disappearing from above the gray fog.

After returning to the real world, he wasn't in a hurry to clean up the

altar. Instead, he sat down and seriously considered what other abnormal

preparations he could make.

The so-called normal ones were: meeting Queen Mystic once to discuss the

details of the cooperation; give Will Auceptin, Reinette Tinekerr,

Pallez Zoroast more gifts; pray to the Evernight Goddess and increase

the chances of summoning the ascetic, Arianna's Historical Void image;

familiarizing himself with the core powers of Scholar of Yore...

As for the abnormal ones, it was purely based on Klein's own

imagination.

After some thought, Klein's expression turned solemn. He frowned

slightly and reached out his right hand to grab the air.

This time, he didn't drag anything out.

Klein did it another ten times, but all of them met with failure. He had

no choice but to accept a fact:

It was impossible to succeed purely by relying on himself!

He then took out his wallet and took out a paper crane. On the surface,

he wrote with a pencil:

"Give me some luck. I'll bring you some ice-cream from the Srenzo

Restaurant."

After folding the paper crane, he entered the room and lay down on the

bed. He restored his spirituality by sleeping.

In his hazy dream, he saw thin, silver snakes forming a response:

"Five!"

"No problem." Klein smiled and made a promise.

At the next moment, he woke up.

He sat up and reached out his right hand again, grabbing a total of ten

times.

He still met with complete failure!

*I can't do it even if I'm lucky enough... It's too

difficult...* Klein subconsciously wanted to use his finger to

rap the edge of the bed, but he instantly restrained himself. It was a

habit of his above the gray fog, so it wasn't suitable for him to bring

it to the real world.

After pacing back and forth for a long time, he seriously considered all

kinds of connections. Finally, he left the bedroom and went to the altar

outside which had yet been tidied up. He brought an item back to the

real world.

It was an ancient book made of goatskin with a dark brown cover.

Groselle's Travels.

Picking up the book, he took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes as if

sensing something.

Slowly, he reached out his right hand and grabbed very lightly.

Failure.

Another grab.

It was still a failure.

After five consecutive failures, Klein's actions became even slower, as

though he was taking out a piece of charcoal from a glowing-red stove.

Suddenly, the muscles on his arm tightened and he carefully pulled back.

His right hand slowly retracted, slowly dragging out a rather dull,

ancient-looking quill.

This came from Revival Square of the Southern Continent's West Balam's

Northern State, right beside Ince Zangwill's corpse.

This was 0-08 before Amon's brother picked it up.