Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 50: Ember
As the symbolic symbols and spells were completely carved, the surrounding space was filled with a peaceful power. The golden flame that emerged from the fingertips followed the silver carving knife and went straight into the blank side of the silver sheet, turning into a pattern.

A warm touch came from the palm of my hand.

Philip stroked it as if it were a treasure, and took it to a place near the window. Then, in the warm sunlight, he could observe more clearly the talisman he made with his own power - the embers.

This was the name he had just decided on.

The function of the "Embroidered Fire" spell is also very simple. Reciting the spell "Embroidered Fire" to activate the spell can cleanse the body and mind and eliminate all negative emotions such as madness, anger, and resentment.

Not only that, it can also effectively prevent pollution and loss of control, and can even suppress it to a certain extent. However, it is just suppression. It would be unreasonable if it could also alleviate it.

It's a pity that just this one has consumed so much of my spiritual energy. If I make more, I may fall below the safety line. Philip sighed leisurely in his heart, put the remaining fire talisman in his pocket, and began to tidy up the room.

There is no need to worry about his current mental state. He can make some residual fire talismans when he has time, so that he won't have to be too afraid when facing the full moon curse or other situations in the future. However, this thing cannot make up for his lack of combat ability.

Facing the mid-sequence pursuit, those who deserve to die will die, and there will be no room for easing.

Thinking of this, Philip looked at the sunset outside the window, walked out of the room without stopping, and went to buy the food needed for the ceremony that Mr. Fool mentioned. These could be bought in the restaurant.

However, in order to prevent possible accidents, such as Mr. Fool's ritual being known to his hostile people or things, thus causing this unfortunate person to get into trouble again.

So he planned to buy white bread and diced pie in the afternoon, and then change his clothes to have paella and pasta fuerte in the evening. Each item of food would be purchased from a different area, with an interval of one hour between them.

The ceremony will be held around midnight.

There is definitely no difference between day and night for these gods or beings close to gods. Under normal circumstances, they certainly do not need to sleep like humans. As long as the other party notices their message, they will respond.

With this mood, when night fell and everything was quiet, Philip finally closed the windows to block out the crimson moonlight, lit candles, and held the ceremony in the faint light.

As all the prerequisites were completed, a faint fragrance soon filled the room, and the candlelight illuminated his face and his reverently clasped hands.

"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."

"I pray for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray that you will let me have a good dream."

Philip's words were soft and pious. His tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly because of a sudden gust of wind. Deep in his consciousness, a crimson star was emitting light and constantly moving.

Late at night, the peaceful oval within the pure white sheets suddenly moved. It twisted left and right, then a hand reached out, resting feebly on the pillow, its fingers clasped together with a hint of reluctance. Klein desperately wanted to lock himself in the warmth of the quilt, to return to sleep, to wash away all the fatigue and exhaustion, and begin a fresh day tomorrow.

However, the layers of invisible whispers kept playing in his mind, and when he finally sat up listlessly, his heart filled with irritability, confusion and confusion, and was about to turn his head to think, the whispers stopped again.

Faced with this situation, Klein hardened.

The fist is hard.

As the throbbing pain in his brain subsided, he suddenly noticed something on the back of his right hand. In the deep darkness, he seemed to be able to vaguely see that these were the four black dots that symbolized the luck-changing ritual.

Is a member of the Tarot Club currently trying out the ritual magic I'm giving him?
Klein had some guesses in his mind, but his depression did not diminish. He immediately threw off the quilt and got out of bed. After walking four counterclockwise steps along with the spell of the luck-changing ritual, he returned to the gray fog space amid the same roars, mutters, and painful madness.

Klein sat at the head seat at the old, mottled bronze table. Among the numerous crimson stars, he spotted the one closest to him and spread his spirituality towards it.

As the spirit came into contact with the stars, a peaceful young man's voice resounded in his mind, followed by an image of a black-haired boy clasping his hands and praying devoutly in a ritual.

Philip. Why is it you again?
We have to go to work tomorrow. Why are you staying up all night instead of sleeping? Why are you dragging me along?!

Klein was now both relieved and resentful.

He was glad that he had the administrative authority and could directly kick out the guy who disturbed his sleep, but he also hated that this guy was his fellow villager and a friend who helped him. The thought quickly dissipated as soon as it arose.

Never mind. At least it proves that this spell can really be directed at me. Klein folded his hands and rested his chin on them, sighing helplessly. When he wanted to respond, he saw his pajamas.

Well, tomorrow.

This was definitely not because he was dissatisfied with Philip's angry behavior of waking him up, but if he changed into formal clothes and came back here to respond to this guy who disturbed his sleep, and then went back to change into pajamas to sleep...
He was afraid that he would really get sick from anger!
In the room, Philip stopped praying, his blue eyes couldn't stop looking around, but he never waited for any response, so he had to remove the spiritual wall and start tidying up the room.

Expected.

Mr. Fool's current condition is probably not very good, so he can't even respond to prayers. I just hope that when I ask for help from him in the future, his followers can save my life.

It's difficult, life and death are determined by fate.
Emperor Roselle is indeed a man of great insight. He should curse this world and say fuck it. Philip suddenly agreed with the words of this senior time traveler, but he still couldn't accept the guy's deeds that could be described as lewd.

As a modern person who traveled through time, this senior forgot his values, values ​​and what he learned in the moral and legal courses too quickly. Moreover, judging from the records of his life, this state of lust was quite long-lasting.

Like a goblin who has been holding it in for several lifetimes.

While thinking this, Philip changed into his pajamas, tidied up the entire ceremony venue, and restored the room to its original state before blowing out the two candles, lying down on the bed, and falling asleep.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue staying up late and working hard, but the digestion of the potion cannot be forced, and making talismans can easily over-consume his spiritual energy. If he appears to be in a worrying state tomorrow, it will arouse suspicion.

(End of this chapter)