Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 48 Assumption
As he thought about this, his mood was inevitably complicated. He could only use this to make his words seem vague and unpredictable. He smiled softly and said, "This will come at a price."

As he spoke, his eyes swept over the silent Alger and Philip, and he breathed a sigh of relief. But then he heard Audrey ask with a somewhat awkward tone:

"Excuse me, if an ordinary animal drinks a Sequence 9 potion, what will happen?"

Ah? ? ?
Philip, who was still debating whether to show off, blinked his eyes. At this moment, he even didn't trust his language skills. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to the rich woman in front of him who could spend more than 600 pounds on ordinary animals to drink potions.

Are you hungry? Do you want to eat?
The other two men at the Tarot Club obviously didn't expect to encounter such a sudden incident in such a serious gathering, and they just stood there in a daze without saying anything.

Seeing this scene, Philip, who had experienced many ups and downs, quickly reacted. He pinched his chin, and after integrating and summarizing the information about the potion in his mind, he spoke:

"Actually, there's not much difference between them and humans. It's just that due to their intelligence, animals can't quickly master meditation after taking the drug, so the probability of losing control and dying is much higher."

"But as long as it can hold on, it can be called a Beyonder. No, that's not the case. It's an extraordinary creature, without any hidden dangers. Assuming the potion it accidentally ingested was 'Audience', it might even have some benefits, such as making it smarter."

Audrey, who had been silently relieved by Philip's answer, suddenly paused. Her tone was more relaxed than before, mixed with some other emotions. "No, it's just what if. I'm just curious about what would happen if this happened."

If a normal person could really think of this and bring it up at such a secret gathering, that would be really weird. Who would believe it? Philip touched his chin and didn't comment on it.

The long bronze table fell into silence.

After a moment's thought, Alger shook his head and said, "I don't have any questions."

Philip certainly had many questions he wanted answered, but he couldn't raise them in such an occasion, which only meant that he had no questions to ask.

After seeing the inquiry session concluded, Klein, who was sitting in the main seat, decided to try out the method he had come up with early in the morning. "I have something I need your cooperation with."

After noticing through his psychic vision that several people were inevitably nervous and afraid, he spoke out to comfort them, then said:

"It's inevitable that you'll find yourself in an inappropriate place when you're about to start a party. In that case, you'll always need to ask for leave, won't you?"

Audrey was the first to relax after hearing this, and Philip, who already had some guesses about this, asked further, "What do you need us to do?"

There is no doubt that matters like asking for leave need to be conveyed to the organizer of the party, Mr. Fool, who is most likely a god.

This means that He needs to at least tell His name.

In this way, asking for help from them in the future will become feasible, or at least a hope.

Klein had no way of knowing that Philip was about to put him in trouble again. He described the ritual magic he had obtained through the improved "Lucky Change Ritual" to everyone, and also taught Audrey, who was still a novice in mysticism, how to build a spiritual environment.

White bread, Feneport noodles, paella, and Dulcie pie. Philip tried his best not to let any other thoughts come to his mind, but even so, he still felt that the things required for this ceremony were a bit plain and simple.

It was as careless as the ancient monsters who, when in doubt, would demand the sacrifice of young boys and girls.

However, the subsequent steps were quite formal, which quickly shifted his attention to them. He was increasingly looking forward to hearing the honorific name of "The Fool". "Mr. Fool, what is the corresponding spell?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Audrey looked towards the main seat with great interest. Alger, who had been taking notes with a dark red pen on the long table, also stopped and looked at the great being that remained shrouded in a mysterious gray mist from beginning to end. Klein's fingers gently stroked the bronze table, his tone calm and composed, as he slowly spoke in Hermetic:
"A fool who does not belong to this era."

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

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

Three-part honorific name!
Alger and Audrey's hearts were filled with turmoil. If this honorific title truly referred to each other, then there was no doubt that the Fool must be a being capable of rivaling the seven righteous gods and overlooking the world.

However, Philip's attention was not here at all. He tried his best to use his brain to recall every word of Mr. Fool. After confirming that he had heard correctly, he muttered to himself with some uncertainty in his heart:

“It seems that I can do it too.”

Not to mention that he doesn't belong to this era, he himself doesn't even belong to this world.

The space above the gray fog referred to in the second sentence of this name is undoubtedly this space, and the shadow world he can enter must be a similar place.

If you reconsider it.
It seems to really work!

But this was undoubtedly not the time to test this. Philip suppressed his inner excitement and listened quietly to the final stage of the ceremony.

After setting a deadline of Wednesday and requiring the three of them to complete the ceremony on their own before then, Klein leaned back in his chair, gestured for an invitation, and began chatting.

Audrey explained that the plan proposed by Alger and Klein had been approved by many members of parliament. If implemented quickly, it would only take half a year to implement this plan, thus changing the current situation in the Loen Kingdom.

Alger didn't seem to care about this. He just responded indifferently, then looked at the Fool in the main seat, organized his words, and asked respectfully, hoping to learn from him the reason why so many secret organizations had emerged.

"Some ancient power is reviving."

The concise answer left Alger unsure of what he was thinking, and he stopped talking.

Philip hadn't originally planned to ask anything, because in his current situation at the Tarot Club, apart from Mr. Fool, the other two people would definitely not be able to help him.

But in order to avoid appearing unsociable or even a bit abnormal by not saying anything, he carefully checked his mind and spoke carefully:

"Excuse me, is there any way for a Beyonder to change their appearance?"

Philip looked towards the Fool in the high seat, but he just smiled and remained silent. He only tilted his head slightly and glanced at Alger, the Hanged Man.

The latter straightened up immediately, placed his arms on the long bronze table, frowned and thought for a moment, then said with some reservation:
"Well, as far as I know, this ability exists, but I've never personally witnessed many people having it. After all, this ability is terrifying in most situations and difficult to detect."

"If my speculation is correct, it's likely an ability possessed by a Mid-Sequence Beyonder, somewhere between Sequence 7, Sequence 6, and Sequence 5."

Yes, but it's mid-series.
Philip dismissed his unrealistic thoughts, nodded slightly, and said in the direction of Alger and Klein, "Thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)