Chapter 17 Promotion! Promotion!
As soon as Klein arrived at his doorstep, he saw Elizabeth, who was wearing a blue dress and had cute baby fat, squatting outside his house to wait for him. After he explained, Elizabeth still didn't believe him. The girl had already determined that the nightmare had disappeared because the gentleman in front of her had solved it overnight.

To some extent, Elizabeth is also a "great prophet"...

Klein felt somewhat helpless. He watched Elizabeth get into the car and leave, then returned to his bedroom.

Promotion! Promotion!
Nothing else happened before this!

Holding the ritual silver dagger in his hand, his spirituality gushed out. Klein felt that his movements in sealing the bedroom were so graceful, skillful, and handsome, and there must be an unconcealable smile on his face!
He took four steps backwards, penetrated the crazy whispers, and came to the top of the gray fog. When he was in a good mood, the whispers sounded much more beautiful!

The majestic palace stood quietly, and the ancient and mottled bronze table and twenty-two high-backed chairs had not changed at all.

At the top, behind the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, the small suitcase was lying quietly. Klein took it and nodded with satisfaction. Very good, my property is safe in the gray fog!
Promotion! Promotion!
Klein picked up the unicorn crystal and the blue rose. He felt his spirituality leaping. The fully digested fortune-teller potion was eager to go further...

He could now confirm without divination that this was the genuine main ingredient of the clown potion!

But Klein was suddenly startled, as if he realized something:
"What the hell? How do you mix potions in the gray fog?"

He held two extraordinary materials, and it was not right to hold them, nor to put them down. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and complained:
“Does Old Blue use a sacrificial ritual to store it on the gray fog? Do I have to use the reverse bestowal ritual to get it for myself? That sacrificial ritual actually requires the Beyonder’s own blood… Although it’s not because I’m afraid of the pain…”

Admit it, I'm afraid of pain.

Snap! Klein checked his silver pocket watch. The time was 2:10.

"There is still nearly an hour until the Tarot Club... It only takes a few minutes to prepare the potion. After all, it is only a low-sequence potion... Hey, the leader of the Tarot Club is only Sequence 9..."

Klein closed his pocket watch and made up his mind to get promoted before the Tarot Club! If he didn't get promoted, he would be tempted and lose control!

He recalled Old Blue's sacrificial ritual, visualizing the pen writing and drawing on the yellow-brown parchment:

"The first step is to seal the room with a spiritual wall. Now that this is done, we can return to reality;"

"The second step is to set up the altar. You can use a desk and draw the symbol of a high-back chair with a pen;"

"The third step is the dualistic method. The two candles symbolize the object of prayer and myself respectively. It is best to mix herbal essential oils into the candles. It is casual to pray to myself, and ordinary candles can be used as a substitute. "

"The fourth step is to recite the spell in the ancient Hermetic language, Giant language, Elven language, or other languages ​​that can leverage the power of nature. In the spell, you only need to change 'sacrifice' to 'grant'. That should be enough;"

"Step 5, dancing... This step should be skipped." Klein closed his eyes, drove some bad images out of his mind, and began to write the next step.

"The sixth step is to cut open your arm and mix your own blood into the natural force... This is the only step. I don't understand it!"

Klein wanted to drag Old Blue to the gray fog in advance and ask him why the sacrificial ritual passed down by his family was so strange...

"According to Old Blue, the first elf, the Elf King, is an iron-clad time traveler. Chopsticks and bloody pork are too obvious. Old Blue may be a descendant of the elves, and he has a belief in the "Tian Zun". Huh? Shouldn't the elves believe in the Elf King?"

Klein felt that the more he analyzed, the more questions and mysteries he had. "I still know too little... The information about the ancient gods should be relatively well preserved in Silver City. I have to rely more on Little Sun in this regard..."

"Before you are sure whether using someone else's blood will be successful, you still have to cut your own wounds... Hey, is there such a miserable leader of a secret organization? Is there such a miserable secret existence? Do you still need to please yourself?"

Klein made up his mind and simulated the feeling of falling rapidly to return to reality.

He quickly completed the steps simulated on the gray mist and chanted in the ancient Hermetic language: "Fool who does not belong to this era;"

……

“I pray that you will open the gates of your kingdom;”

"Please give me strength."

The spell leveraged the power of nature, forming a fierce wind that swirled within the sealed wall, as if waiting for Klein's blood...

Klein closed his eyes, and a wound appeared on his arm. Blood mixed with spiritual energy spilled into the wind and was also thrown into the candlelight that represented the Fool...

After the illusory door was formed, Klein went above the gray fog, pushed open the door, and "bestowed" the two main materials on himself. During this process, he had mixed emotions. On the one hand, he saw himself in reality closing his eyes and praying, as if there was a force supporting his body so that he would not fall down; on the other hand, he felt that he had finally become an evil god, a secret existence, and a demon - a bloody sacrifice.

This made Klein laugh and cry, as if he had turned into a real clown - very good, I have understood the true meaning of clown acting, congratulations!
When he returned to reality, there were two more extraordinary materials on the altar. Klein was about to cry. Fortunately, his wound was not serious. He had suffered minor injuries from his fighting teacher Gawain many times, so he always had ointment on hand. After a simple treatment, he was fine.

Promotion! Promotion!
Klein's eyes seemed to be shining. He moved quickly, took out the iron pot from the kitchen, cleaned it, and then put in the auxiliary materials that had been prepared long ago one by one: 80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of Datura juice, 7 grams of black-edged sunflower powder, 10 grams of golden cloak powder, and 3 drops of poison hemlock juice...

——After obtaining the Clown Potion, he consciously purchased these herbs that were not extraordinary and were not expensive. Look, there are so many materials, and I am only missing two... That was his mentality.

“Whether it’s the Hornachis Gray Goat Unicorn Crystal or the Human-Faced Rose, there’s no quantitative description…” Klein muttered to himself, “This way, there’s no risk of excessive amounts of material!”

A strange rose with a human face was thrown into the iron pot. As soon as it touched the liquid mixed with auxiliary materials, it immediately made a sizzling sound, and the illusory laughter around it became sharper:

Hahaha, hahaha!
"It's really creepy, luckily the spiritual wall can isolate it..."

Klein quickly threw the last crystal clear and mysterious goat horn into the iron pot, puff!

The hair-raising laughter suddenly disappeared, and the gray dots floating around quickly shrank into the iron pot.

"It's just like what Old Neil said. To prepare a low-sequence potion, you just need to put the correct ingredients into the pot and stir it..."

Klein was excited and nervous. He saw that the liquid in the iron pot was dyed with gold, yellow, and red. They were intertwined but extremely clear.

He scooped out the potion with a wooden spoon and poured it into the empty glass bottle. He looked at the bubbles rolling up in the liquid and couldn't help saying:
"It's bubbling, a bit like Sprite... It looks delicious! Cheers!"

Klein was about to swallow the good-looking clown potion in one gulp, but his fortune-teller instinct stopped him. He untied the silver chain from his left sleeve, held it with his non-dominant hand, and silently chanted:

"This potion is harmful."

……

After seven times, the citrine pendant will rotate clockwise, but the amplitude is very small.

Harmful... but minimal. Klein nodded, no longer hesitating, raised the cup, tilted his head slightly, and drank the potion with a gulp.

　First update, thanks for watching!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)