Chapter 601 The Long-Lost Prayer

The bronze table above the gray fog was very quiet, just like usual.

When the Tarot Club was not held, there was only gray fog wandering around. Without instructions, they would not form anything substantial, but only faithfully covered the accumulated debris in the depths. In addition to extraordinary items, there were also a lot of gold pounds, gold coins, and real estate information under the name of Mr. Dantes.

After being promoted to "Historian", Klein could already feel the close connection between this palace and himself. He sat in the position of "The Fool" and habitually glanced up.

The ball of light was still hanging quietly in its original place, without any movement. Of course, it would not chirp like Norns. But for some reason, Klein always felt that this "quietness" was also a disguised illusion. He suspected that there was a spiritual reminder in it, and also some deep impression left after getting along with Norns and its original owner.

Well, the original owner...

Scanning across the corner of the table, "The Fool" shook his head at the absent Tarot Club member and threw out some old things that suddenly came to mind.

According to the usual process of divination, Klein materialized a note with the question he wanted to answer in his mind written on it:

"It is dangerous to talk to Mr. Door at this moment."

However, before Klein released the crystal pendulum on his left wrist, a buzzing sound came from above his head.

A beam of warm laurel-colored light fell on the long bronze table.

It was almost a subconscious reaction. The moment Klein became alert, the layers of gray fog had already rolled and fluttered, pounced on the light ball, and surrounded it completely.

The sense of horror faded at a faster speed, but Klein was a little doubtful - as a Sequence 3 "diviner", and in the "place" he was most familiar with, located in the source castle that could isolate most of the prying eyes - he didn't think his spiritual intuition would be wrong.

So what was the tension at that moment? Could this thing still be reversed? Now its consciousness...

Could something have happened to her?

As Klein muttered to himself, the light ball wrapped in the gray fog did not make any more movements. The reinforced gray fog seal probably worked. At least it did not make any more sounds, but the light became dim and was no longer as bright as before.

After divination, after verifying that the light ball was harmless, Klein did not hang it back, but left it at his side.

He looked at the note lying on the table before, not sure if it was to remind him of something.

"If there was a translator who knew what your sound meant... hm?"

When this sentence came out subconsciously, Klein realized that the humming he did not understand seemed to be the same as his inability to understand Norns.

He subconsciously covered the back of his right hand. On Klein Moretti's hand, there were four hidden black spots, which formed a nearly square pattern, but it was much simpler than the real mark.

He knew that the pattern symbolized this hall, just like each bench with an assigned owner had its own unique pattern behind it.

It was something done to the body... no, it should be something done to the spirit, so there were some restrictions. When Norns was communicating with Will, there was clearly no obstacle between the two sides.

The pendulum drooped, and Klein silently recited the sentence he wanted to ask in his heart, but when he repeated it for the seventh time, a sticky smell of blood that almost blocked his throat directly covered his inspiration.

But before Klein could react, a shadow swallowed up the scarlet, and the peeping feeling that made him feel cold behind him also dissipated.

Klein opened his eyes, and the end of the pendant was empty. The topaz had been shattered into powder, and scattered on the edge of the long table.

But unexpectedly, Klein did not feel too obvious pain. He just consumed a lot of spiritual energy, but he did not understand what he saw at that moment. Just seeing the scene for a short moment, something left panic in Klein's perception.

He could only speculate that the environment here once again protected him from damage. Now looking at it this way, the previous reaction of the light ball really indicated that divination was dangerous.

Is Mr. Door in a bad state of contamination? Or is it because I want to communicate with him that it is so dangerous? Triss has obviously interacted with him a lot...

Klein stared at the ball of light, pondered for a long time, and sighed: "Alas, what can I do with you..."

Bringing the ball of light into reality is more dangerous. This is the point that Klein's spiritual intuition is most certain of. The matter of Norns has taught him a lesson.

Give it to the goddess of night? That's even more impossible...

Klein didn't trust her as much as he seemed. At least after reading Norns' reminder, he also had a little insignificant suspicion.

There was silence all around, which was a matter of course. Klein didn't expect to get an answer. While he was sorting out the next plan, he couldn't help but hold the spherical seal in his palm and spun it in a circle.

So when the ball of light made a slight sound, Klein reflexively threw it onto the bronze table, making it make a slightly dull collision sound.

Klein moved his fingers, trying to drive the gray fog to wrap the light ball with a few more layers of "coat" and then pick it up again, but the voice coming from inside made his thoughts suddenly blank.

The vague voice was buzzing, but at least it could be heard that someone was speaking, and it was in Chinese: "Zhou Mingrui? Zhou Mingrui, it's you!"

If it weren't for the divine power suppressing his emotions, Klein might have felt his nose sour. It seemed that he hadn't heard anyone call this name for so long that he almost forgot it.

He held his forehead with his right hand and looked at the sealed unknown object with a complicated expression. While making sounds and calling that familiar yet unfamiliar name, it slowly rolled across the table. If it continued like this, it would smash to pieces next to the location of the "world" -

No, it wouldn't.

This was not a fragile glass ball, but a kind of alienated light with its own consciousness and vitality.

In the end, Klein still knocked on the bronze table, and the light ball rolled towards him again along the track it had left before.

The voice of Esther, or Li Xing, was getting closer and closer. Hearing her calling out the full name of "Zhou Mingrui", Klein was actually a little nervous.

How should I reply to her? She seemed to, no, or should I say "Him"? Knowing that I was the "Fool", was this news also considered a prayer? It was just like...

Yes, it was like receiving a phone call that I didn't know how to reply to.

Why didn't this light ball have a "hang up" function? Who designed it!

The four-branched thoughts couldn't let Klein escape the current situation, but he really didn't know how to speak.

And the voice in the light ball suddenly became louder: "Zhou Mingrui! Don't hide in there and keep silent! I know you're at home!"

Klein couldn't help it, and shouted back to the light ball: "Stop, stop! I'm here, I'm here, you don't have to shout anymore!"

For a while, the long table fell into silence again.

Wow... caught up.

Short.