Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 48 Concept

As he thought this, his feelings were inevitably complicated, so he could only make his words seem elusive and unpredictable by saying this, and he smiled softly, "This comes at a price."

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the silent Alger and Philip, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief, only to hear Audrey ask with a hint of difficulty in her voice:

"Excuse me, if I were to say, hypothetically, what would happen if an ordinary animal drank a Sequence 9 potion?"

Ah? ? ?

Philip, who had been wondering whether to show off, blinked. At this moment, he was even a little unsure of his own language skills. He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say to the rich woman in front of him who could give ordinary animals over six hundred pounds of magic potions.

Hungry? Time for food?

The other two men at the tarot meeting were clearly also taken aback; they were stunned and remained silent as to what was happening at what was supposed to be a very formal gathering.

Seeing this, Philip, who had experienced many trials and tribulations, quickly reacted. He stroked his chin, and after organizing and summarizing the information about potions in his mind, he finally spoke:

"Actually, they are not much different from humans. It's just that animals, due to their intelligence, cannot quickly master meditation after taking the medicine, so the probability of losing control and dying is much higher."

"But if it can survive this, it can be considered an extraordinary being, or rather, a superhuman being, without any hidden dangers. Suppose the potion it mistakenly ingested was 'the audience,' it might even have some benefits, such as becoming smarter."

Audrey, who had just breathed a sigh of relief at Philip's answer, paused, her tone shifting from relaxed to slightly tinged with other emotions. "No, it's just a hypothetical. I'm just curious what would happen if something like that happened."

If a normal person could actually think of this and bring it up at such a secret gathering, that would be truly unbelievable. Who would believe that? Philip stroked his chin, offering no comment.

The bronze table fell silent immediately.

After a moment's thought, Alger shook his head and said, "I have no questions to ask."

Philip certainly had many questions he wanted answered, but he couldn't raise them in this situation, so he could only indicate that he had no questions to ask.

After the questioning session ended, Klein, who was in the main seat, decided to try the method he had come up with that morning: "I have something that I need your cooperation on."

Upon seeing through his spiritual vision that the group inevitably displayed tension and fear, he spoke up to reassure them, then said:

"In the future, you'll inevitably find yourselves in inappropriate places when you're about to start a party, and you'll always need to ask for leave in those situations, won't you?"

Upon hearing this, Audrey was the first to relax, while Philip, who already had some guesses about it, further inquired, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

Without a doubt, the request for leave must be communicated to the organizer of the gathering, Mr. Fool, who is most likely a deity.

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

In this way, seeking help from them in the future becomes feasible, or at least offers a glimmer of hope.

Klein had no idea that Philip was about to get himself into trouble again. He described the ritual magic he had obtained by modifying the "transfer ritual" to everyone, and also taught Audrey, who was still a novice in the mystic world, how to create a spiritual environment.

White bread, Fennebot pasta, paella, and Dixie pie. Philip tried his best not to let any other thoughts come to mind, but even so, he still felt that the things required for the ceremony were somewhat unpretentious.

It's like how ancient monsters would hastily demand sacrifices of young boys and girls when they were unsure of what to do.

However, the subsequent procedures were quite elaborate, quickly drawing his attention to the event and making him increasingly eager to hear the name "Fool." "Mr. Fool, what is the corresponding incantation?"

Upon hearing this, Audrey looked at the person in the main seat with great interest, and Alger, who was taking notes with a dark red pen on the long table, also stopped and looked at the great being that remained shrouded in mysterious gray mist from beginning to end.

Klein's fingers lightly traced the bronze table as he spoke calmly and slowly in Hermes:

"A fool who does not belong to this era."

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

"You are the king of yellow and black who holds the key to good fortune."

A three-part honorific name!

Alger and Audrey were in turmoil. If this honorific title truly referred to the other, then without a doubt, the Fool must be a being who could rival the seven true gods and look down upon the world.

However, Philip's attention was elsewhere. He strained his brain, recalling every utterance of Mr. Fool, and only after confirming that he hadn't misheard did he mutter uncertainly to himself:

"It seems I can too."

He doesn't even belong to this world, let alone this era.

The gray mist mentioned in the second part of this name is undoubtedly this space, and the shadow world he can enter must be a similar place.

Let's refine and consider it further.

It seems like it really works!

But this was definitely not the time to test this out. Philip suppressed his excitement and listened quietly to the closing part of the ceremony.

After instructing the three to complete the ceremony on their own by Wednesday, Klein leaned back in his chair, gestured for them to proceed, and began the casual conversation.

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

Audrey recounted the proposal put forward by Alger and Klein, which was endorsed by many councilors and could be implemented in as little as six months, thus changing the current situation in the Kingdom of Rune.

Alger didn't seem to care much about this, only giving a somewhat bland reply before looking at the Fool in the main seat. He carefully organized his thoughts and respectfully inquired, hoping to learn from the other party the reason why several secret organizations had emerged.

"Some ancient forces are resurfacing."

Alger's concise answer left him wondering what he was imagining, so he stopped talking.

Philip hadn't planned to ask anything, because given his current situation at the Tarot meeting, apart from Mr. Fool, the other two were definitely no help.

But to avoid appearing out of place or even abnormal by remaining silent, he carefully considered his words before speaking:

"Is there any way for extraordinary individuals to change their appearance?"

Philip's gaze fell upon the Fool on the high seat, but the man smiled without speaking, remaining silent until he slightly turned his head and glanced at Alger, the "Hanged Man."

The latter immediately straightened up, placed his arms on the long bronze table, frowned and pondered for a moment, then said with some reservation:

"Yes, as far as I know, this ability exists, but I have never personally witnessed many people possessing it. After all, this ability is terrifying in most situations and is very difficult to detect."

"If my speculation is correct, it is likely an ability possessed by mid-sequence extraordinary individuals, that is, between sequence 7, sequence 6 and sequence 5."

Yes, it really exists, but it's in the middle sequence.

Philip dismissed his unrealistic thoughts, nodded slightly, and said in the direction where Alger and Klein were, "Thank you very much."

(End of this chapter)