Chapter 14: Sacrifice Ceremony, Offering "Clown" to Fools!
Before ten o'clock, Klein returned from the town of Ramde. During this time, he was always thinking about the two main ingredients of the clown potion that Old Blue promised to sacrifice...

“Old Blue looks old and has a bad memory. Don’t forget my materials! I will be too embarrassed to ask him for them… Mr. Fool’s prestige is gone…”

Monday was his day off, but he also spent the morning at the Blackthorn Security Company and had lunch before rushing to the shooting club on the same street.

——This is the meeting place he agreed to meet with Dr. Dust from the insane asylum.

"The time that Old Blue mentioned is noon today... Noon is about 12 o'clock, right? My concept should be similar to theirs. No, not necessarily..."

Klein remembered the so-called "morning visit" to neighbors, which was actually at four or five in the afternoon...

Suddenly, a buzzing whisper sounded in his ears, and his head was dizzy for a few seconds.

"Pray..." Klein was delighted. The only person who would pray to him at this time was Old Blue from yesterday! This meant the clown potion! It meant promotion!

He took out his silver pocket watch with a vine pattern, snapped it open, and took a look.

"Before half past twelve..."

Klein didn't think any more about it. He asked the waiter for a separate lounge, locked the door, and walked four steps backwards, through the noise and roars, and arrived above the gray fog.

The palace, as majestic as a giant's residence, still stands as if it has never changed.

He had already sat at the head of the long bronze table with twenty-two high-backed chairs, the seat that belonged to Mr. Fool.

I saw a deep red star nearby shrinking and expanding continuously, not much, but persistently.

——It turned out that after establishing a solid connection, the "Priestess" also had her own virtual star.

The Fool Klein was somewhat impatient. After figuring out that the crimson star making the noise was indeed the one corresponding to Ms. Priestess, he unfolded his own spirituality and spread toward the crimson.

As soon as the two came into contact, his mind suddenly buzzed and he saw a slightly blurry picture of an old man in a white shirt and a black vest praying in a room with an atmosphere of life.

The prayers are illusory and overlapping:
"A fool who does not belong to this era..."

……

"I pray you turn your eyes here."

Very good! The priestess followed my instructions and prayed first! This way I can learn the whole process of the sacrificial ceremony! The plan worked!
Klein praised himself in his heart and watched Old Blue's actions intently.

Old Bruce pulled out the ceremonial silver dagger that had been consecrated in coarse salt, pointed the tip of the knife at the outer circle, then walked around the table and returned to its original position.

"Build a 'sealed wall' to seal the altar environment and keep it clean," Klein nodded. This is a very important prerequisite for performing ritual magic. Sacrifice is also a type of ritual magic.

——The sealed wall can also isolate the strange phenomena caused by the ritual, such as sudden strong winds and sudden noises, to prevent your neighbors from being unable to bear it and reporting you.

The old man in front of him put down the ritual silver dagger, picked up a pen, and drew something on a piece of yellow-brown paper. Klein knew without thinking that it should be the mysterious symbol on his high-back chair that could point to him accurately.

Then, Old Blue took out two candles. One was placed on the symbol of the "Eye without Pupil" and the "Twisted Thread", and the other was placed in the center, representing the sacrificer. "This is the 'binary method', which is different from the three candles that Old Neil demonstrated... Well, that candle should be mixed with herbs to please the object of prayer... It seems to be sandalwood..." Klein analyzed every step with his own knowledge. So far, it was within his understanding.

Chi! The spirituality rubbed against the candle wick, the candle was lit, and Old Blue took two steps back in the dim light.

Taking a deep breath, Old Blue recited in Elvish with a pious and solemn expression:
"You are a fool who does not belong to this age;"

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

"You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"Thy faithful servant beseeches thy gaze;"

“Please accept his offering;” “Please open the door to your kingdom.”

This ancient spell echoed within the spiritual wall, stirring up swirling gale winds and bringing shocks of natural forces.

“Elf language, the pronunciation is a little inaccurate... but it’s not a big deal,” a praying voice rang in Klein’s ears. The crimson star corresponding to the “priestess” shone brightly, creating ripples.

"This step should not only be able to be done in Elvish, but also in Giant, Dragon, and Ancient Hermes, which can leverage the power of nature." Klein took notes carefully, trying to improve the ritual so that it would not seem so "plagiarized."

Old Bruce's hair and beard were messed up by the wind, but that didn't affect his movements.

His face was filled with enthusiasm, and his body was twitching, as if he was scalded by boiling water, or as if he was dancing a strange dance. His spirit was also surging and gushing with the rhythm of the dance! The natural force inspired by the spell seemed to be responding to the dance! It was moving rhythmically!

“Fuck!” Klein the Fool couldn’t hold it in any longer and blurted out a sentence in Chinese. After all, he was the only one above the gray fog…

Although I have seen Old Blue's "dance" once, such a serious and pious expression coupled with this devilish dance...

“If this has nothing to do with the time traveler, I will write my name backwards from now on!” Klein complained crazily and also set the ultimate flag. Okay, the day of his social demise will be the day Rui Mingzhou is born!

“Hey, how about we skip this step? Dancing is supposed to please the object of sacrifice... Mr. Hanged Man dancing... That scene..." Klein's eyes twitched, as if he couldn't hold it anymore just by imagining that scene.

After the dance, Old Blue's face became more fanatical and pious. He cut his arm with a knife! Blood spurted out from the wound and scattered into the wind.

The blood of the Beyonders itself has spirituality! It is equivalent to spiritual material!
The spirituality in the blood merged with the natural power leveraged by the sacrificial ritual spell, dyeing the fierce wind with silver and crimson colors.

As the two winds continued to collide and merge, they poured into the candlelight that symbolized the "Fool," expanding and tearing out an illusory door of normal size. The symbol engraved on its surface was exactly the one that Old Blue had just described.

“Fuck!” Klein was shocked again. He found that with his knowledge of the mystic, he could not understand Old Blue’s behavior. “Must I use my own blood? What does this symbolize? A bloody sacrifice?”

Above the gray fog, behind the high-back chair, at the mysterious symbol, a hazy door appeared. The spiritual power from the ritual spread out in waves, stimulating this mysterious space.

"Let's complete the sacrifice first... and then think about how to replace it... If I really let Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, and Mr. Sun sacrifice like this, will they think I'm an evil god? No, all gods other than the righteous gods are evil gods..."

Klein laughed at himself and focused on the sacrificial ceremony in front of him.

He spread out his own spirituality, adding to the shock and excitement of the mysterious space.

Bang!

Amidst the unreal voice, the hazy door slowly opened!

Old Blue suddenly saw the illusory door made of wind and red open. Behind it was deep darkness, countless indescribable and almost invisible shadows, bright lights containing vast knowledge, thick gray fog above them, and an ancient palace overlooking the real world.

In this scene, Old Blue's expression became more and more enthusiastic, and his body began to shake uncontrollably, as if he was about to start a dance again...

But at least he knew he had to complete the ritual first, so he quickly took the small suitcase next to him, which contained the two main ingredients of the "Joker" potion and some spiritual materials!
Old Blue held the suitcase in both hands and handed the container to the illusory door.

In the suction that suddenly appeared and disappeared in an instant, Old Bruce's hands became lighter and the small suitcase disappeared.

The Fool’s deep voice echoed in his ears: “Well done.”

Old Blue prayed loudly with fanaticism and piety on his face:

"Praise Mr. Fool, and only believe in Mr. Fool!"

Very good! My dancing skills have won over Mr. Fool!
Then, a chaotic but cheerful tap dance began...

The candles went out and the ceremony ended.

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