Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 50 The remaining fire

As the symbolic symbols and incantations were completely carved, a peaceful power enveloped the surrounding space. The wisp of golden flame that emerged from the fingertip followed the silver carving knife and went straight into the blank side of the silver sheet, transforming into a pattern.

A warm touch came from my palm.

Philip stroked it as if it were a precious treasure, then took it to a spot near the window, where the warm sunlight allowed him to observe more clearly the spell he had created with his own power—Ember.

This is the name he just decided on.

The function of the "Lingering Fire" talisman is also very simple: reciting the incantation "Lingering Fire" to activate the talisman can cleanse the mind and body and relieve negative emotions such as madness, anger, and resentment.

Moreover, it can effectively prevent pollution and loss of control, and even inhibit it to a certain extent. However, it can only inhibit; it would be unreasonable to expect it to alleviate the pollution.

It's a pity that just this one has already depleted so much of my spiritual energy. If I were to make more, I might fall below the safety line. Philip sighed to himself, put the ember talisman into his pocket, and began tidying up the room.

There's no need to worry about his mental state right now. He can make some ember talismans whenever he has free time, so 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.

Faced with the pursuit of the middle-ranking enemies, death is inevitable, with no room for leniency.

Thinking of this, Philip looked out at the setting sun and walked out of the room without stopping to buy the food needed for the ritual that Mr. Fool had mentioned. He could buy all of these at the restaurant.

However, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, such as Mr. Fool's ritual being discovered by his enemies or adversaries, thus causing this unfortunate man to get into trouble again.

So he planned to buy white bread and Dipsy pies in the afternoon, and then change into different clothes in the evening to get paella and Verneport noodles, buying each item from different sections, with an hour between each purchase.

The ceremony took place close to midnight.

Day and night make no difference to these gods or beings close to gods. Under normal circumstances, they certainly do not need to hibernate like humans. As long as the other party notices their message, they will respond.

With these feelings in mind, as night fell and all was quiet, Philip closed the windows to block out the crimson moonlight, lit candles, and held the ceremony by the dim light.

With all the preconditions met, a faint fragrance soon filled the room, and the candlelight illuminated his face and his hands clasped together in devout prayer.

"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."

"I beg for your help."

"I pray for your favor."

"I pray that you will grant me a sweet dream."

Philip's words were gentle and devout. His tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly as a sudden gust of wind blew. Deep in his consciousness, a crimson star shone and swirled.

In the dead of night, the peaceful oval shape in the pure white sheets suddenly stirred. It turned left and right, then one hand stretched out and limply rested on the pillow, its five fingers reluctantly clenched together.

Klein desperately wanted to lock himself in the warm embrace of his bed, return to his dreams, wash away his fatigue, and start a brand new day tomorrow.

However, the layers of invisible whispers continued to play in his mind, and when he finally sat up listlessly, his mind filled with restlessness, chaos, and confusion, and was about to turn his head to think, the whispers stopped again.

Faced with this situation, Klein got hard.

The fist hardened.

As the throbbing pain in his brain subsided, he suddenly noticed something on the back of his right hand. In the deep darkness, he could vaguely see that these were the four black dots that symbolized the change of fortune.

Is a member of the Tarot Club currently attempting the ritual magic I gave him?

Klein had a guess in his mind, but his depression did not diminish. Just as he was about to throw off the covers and get out of bed, he took four steps counterclockwise with the incantation of the transfer ritual, and returned to the gray fog space amidst the unchanging roars and murmurs and the unchanging pain and madness.

On the ancient, weathered bronze table, Klein sat in the main seat. Among the many crimson stars, he saw the one closest to him and began to extend his spiritual energy towards it.

As the spirit connects with the stars, a peaceful young male voice resonates in the mind, followed by an image of a black-haired boy clasping his hands and devoutly performing a ritual prayer.

Philip, it's you again!

We have to work tomorrow, why are you staying up all night by yourself? Why are you dragging me along?!

Klein is now both grateful and resentful.

He was glad that he had administrative privileges and could kick the guy who was disturbing his sleep out, but he was also annoyed because the guy was his fellow villager and a friend who had helped him. His thoughts quickly dissipated the moment they arose.

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

Well, at least it proves that this incantation really can be directed at me. Klein put his hands on his chin, sighed helplessly, and when he was about to respond, he saw his pajamas.

Hmm, tomorrow.

This certainly wasn't because he was angry at Philip for waking him up, but rather because if he were to change into a suit and come back to respond to this guy who disturbed his sleep, only to go back and change back into his pajamas to sleep...

He was afraid he would actually get sick from anger!

Inside the room, Philip stopped praying, his blue eyes scanning his surroundings, but he didn't receive any response. He had no choice but to dismantle the spiritual barrier and begin tidying up the room.

Expected.

Mr. Fool is probably in a bad state right now, so much so that he can't even respond to prayers. Hopefully, when he asks for help in the future, the other party's benefactor will be able to save his life.

This is a difficult situation; life and death are determined by fate, not by one's own will.

Emperor Roselle certainly lived life to the fullest; he should curse this world a few times. Philip suddenly somewhat agreed with the words of this transmigrator predecessor, but he still couldn't quite accept the guy's lewd deeds.

As a modern person who traveled from another era, this predecessor seems to have forgotten his values, morals, and legal education far too quickly. Moreover, judging from his biography, this lecherous state lasted quite a while.

Like a goblin that's been holding back for generations.

As he thought this, Philip changed into his pajamas, tidied up the entire ceremony area, and restored the room to its original state before blowing out the two candles, getting into bed, and drifting off to sleep.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue working hard through the night, but the digestion of the magic potion couldn't be forced, and making talismans could easily deplete his spiritual energy. If he appeared to be in a precarious state tomorrow, it would arouse suspicion.

(End of this chapter)