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Chapter 124 Mr. Fool?
Chapter 124 Mr. Fool?
"Some of these names do not belong to the Seven Gods, nor to those well-known evil gods. They are more ancient, more secretive, and more—neutral."
"It is said that in certain specific situations involving high-level occult interference, praying to certain hidden beings for protection in terms of 'stability,' 'secrecy,' or 'revelation' can sometimes help a ritual penetrate the fog."
She frowned slightly, her expression grave. "But this is extremely dangerous. The wrong name, the wrong prayer, even the wrong intention, could bring unimaginable disaster. The only thing I'm somewhat confident about is a name that's been mentioned veiled in a very few ancient manuscripts, a name that symbolizes 'mystery and fate.'"
"Praying to him will help stabilize the divination and ward off interference. But I must assure you that you will not tell anyone about this, because he is gradually being forgotten by people."
Forgotten?
What is the name that symbolizes mystery and fate?
"Are you willing to try?" Leah asked earnestly. "Even if this rumored name has some effect, using it means that your divination will be exposed to the gaze of that hidden being," however faintly. "And we know nothing of his will."
Green fell into a brief silence.
He recalled the dilapidated Source Castle, the enormous bronze tables and chairs, and the guidance the "Fool" had given him not long ago.
This made Green feel somewhat dazed, and he even had the illusion that God was watching over him and protecting him.
"I believe in you, and I'm willing to take that risk."
Leah took a deep breath. "Alright. Now, please concentrate and infuse your spirituality into the ritual, imagining the question you are asked to ask. I will chant the name of the deity and try to create a temporary veil against interference for you."
She then began setting up the necessary rituals on the table, a process that Green was quite familiar with, as the steps were similar both at the Church of the Night and when he had set them up himself the last time.
After the ceremony was completed, Leah clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and began to chant softly in ancient Hermes: "Fools who do not belong to this age;"
Green's heart skipped a beat! This opening—he knew it all too well!
"The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog;"
It really is Him! The mysterious being that Leah spoke of, the one who "symbolizes mystery and fate" and was "gradually forgotten," was actually the "Fool" who gave her her initial guidance!
"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune."
The recitation of the honored name is complete.
The flames of the ritual candles flickered only very slightly before returning to stillness. There was a slight spiritual fluctuation in the room, but no significant visions appeared, nor was there any sense of revelation or the arrival of power.
Leah waited for about ten seconds, the expectant look on her face gradually fading, followed by some disheartening and annoyance.
She sighed and said to Grimm, "It seems—it has failed again. The great being has not responded, or rather, the 'gaze' of the sleeve has not pierced the veil to deliver a divine oracle. I'm sorry, Mr. Grimm, there's nothing I can do."
Her tone was apologetic and tinged with frustration, clearly indicating that this was not the first time she had tried to plead with this hidden being without receiving a response.
Green stood there, deeply shocked.
Leah recited the name of "The Fool" word for word! And her "failure" precisely demonstrated how difficult it was to establish a connection with this being.
But what about himself? He not only received a response, but even—he directly ascended to the divine kingdom above that gray fog!
A bold, almost instinctive idea arose in his mind.
Perhaps it's not that the "fool" doesn't respond, but rather that responding requires a specific "key"? And perhaps one's own hand is that key?
“Miss Leah,” Green began, “perhaps—it is necessary for her to personally recite your name in order to establish a more direct connection? After all, it is I who am performing the divination, it is I who am praying to ward off interference.”
Leah paused, hesitant. "This—theoretically, it's possible, but reciting it personally means you'll be completely exposed to that being's gaze," which is riskier. Besides, the ritual just now already consumed some spiritual materials, so the effect might not be guaranteed—
"I'd like to give it a try," Green said with a slight smile.
If successful, it would prove his prediction correct, and that Mr. Fool was indeed watching him. Conversely, if unsuccessful, then his previous prayer to Mr. Fool might have been an accident.
Looking into Grimm's eyes, Leah finally nodded: "—Alright. Please repeat the ritual steps I just performed, concentrate on your question, and then clearly recite the three names in Ancient Hermes. I will maintain the stability of the ritual foundation."
Ancient Hermetic?
I don't know how, and last time it was just my normal prayer.
Green ignored him, stood still, focused his spiritual awareness, and cleared his mind of distractions.
Then he recited, word by word: "Fools who do not belong to this age;"
"The Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog;"
"The King of Yellow and Black, who holds the key to good fortune."
The last syllable falls.
Centered on Green, a thick, almost tangible gray mist surged out without warning, instantly filling the entire room!
The mist swirls, carrying an aura of antiquity, mystery, and sublimity.
The scene in the room—the bookshelves, the candles, and Leah's face—seemed to freeze, then began to distort, stretch, and blur, as if through a flowing curtain of water.
Green felt an irresistible pull enveloping him, as if his consciousness was being drawn away and rapidly ascending along a passage made of gray mist!
After the feeling of weightlessness and disorientation, everything suddenly stabilized.
He opened his eyes.
A massive, weathered bronze table. Rows of imposing high-backed chairs stand silently, stretching into the depths of the gray fog. The boundless silence and the pervasive gray fog form the sole tone of this world.
Yuanbao!
He once again arrived at this mysterious space above the gray fog!
Unlike last time, this time it was faster and easier. He went directly into the gray mist that resembled a reception room!
Green stood beside the high-backed chair that seemed to belong to him, his heart once again filled with surprise, confusion, and shock.
"It's that simple?!"
Leah meticulously prepared the ceremony and chanted the name of the revered one, but received no response. Meanwhile, she herself was simply pulled up by the chanting!
This doesn't seem to have anything to do with "receiving a response to a prayer." It's more like a permission verification to "go home" has been granted!
Green looked up, his gaze fixed on the head of the long table.
There, the thick gray fog gathered and surged again, quickly coalescing into that familiar, relaxed human figure.
He—no, it should be Him.
His hands, fingers interlaced, rested casually on the mottled table, still displaying that timeless silence and indifferent "gaze".
Mr. Fool —