Returning to the bedroom, Klein, with the still-unbroken spiritual barrier, skillfully took out a candle mixed with sandalwood and placed it in the center of the desk.
Immediately after, following the procedure, he ignited the candle with his spiritual power and sprinkled in the essential oils, pure dew, and herbal powder symbolizing good luck and mystery. He saw the flickering flames repeatedly alternating between dimness and brightness, and smelled the serene and peaceful fragrance.
Klein stepped back two steps, looking at the candle on the table, and shouted in the giant language:
"I!"
There was a slight pause, and then he switched to Hermes language:
"I summon in my name:"
"The ignorant one not belonging to this era, the mysterious master above the fog, the yellow and black king who holds good fortune."
In an instant, the constantly flickering dim yellow candlelight and the serene and peaceful fragrance intertwined and merged into an illusory vortex, crazily absorbing the spiritual vortex.
When Klein finished reciting the incantation, the vortex solidified into a palm-sized gray-white circle.
After examining it for a while, without any doubts, Klein stepped backward four steps, returning to the fog above, and unexpectedly saw his own high-backed chair spreading circles and circles of light patterns, highlighting the strange symbol composed of part "blind eyes" and part "distorted lines" as extremely strange.
He took a breath, using meditation to stabilize his mind, and reached out to touch the target.
Almost simultaneously, he heard the summoning incantation he had just recited, and saw the surging spirituality and ripple-like light patterns merged and stretched out to form an illusory door.
Compared to the previous time, this door was completely formed, covered with mysterious patterns!
And these patterns connected the strange symbol behind the high-backed chair of the "ignorant one" composed of part "blind eyes" and part "distorted lines"!
Looking at this swaying illusory door, Klein concentrated his spirit and gave a strong push thought.
In an instant, the never-changing gray-white fog and the majestic ancient palace seemed to be thrown onto the surface of a stone lake, generating circles and circles of ripples, flowing towards the "召唤 door" direction.
A heavy rubbing sound suddenly rang out, the illusory and strange door suddenly cracked open a small gap, through which, faintly, one could see a world that was extremely dark and profound, with countless indescribable transparent shadows, and a series of different colors of clear light shining with endless knowledge.
Just then, Klein felt an unimaginable, uncontrollable suction force from within the door, and he involuntarily fell into it.
Damn! No room for consideration? Before he could even think, his figure passed through the gap and disappeared in the darkness and mystery behind that place.
The extreme dizziness in his head and the terrifying roar that made him almost go crazy gradually subsided. Finally, Klein regained his self-awareness.
He saw in front of him a young man wearing an old shirt, with black hair and brown eyes, with ordinary facial features. The man was of medium height, slender in body but seemingly containing a lot of strength. He carried a distinct scholarly air but didn't look gloomy at all. ... Isn't this me? Klein was no stranger to such scenes. Every day when he looked in the mirror and arranged his clothes, he would encounter similar situations.
He gave a barely perceptible nod, having a clear understanding and looking around. He saw his bed made of white sheets, the hat stand with the half-height silk hat, the formal suit and black thin coat, the shelves with many books, the desk neatly arranged with only a candle left, and the flickering candle with a grayish-white glow.
And now he was floating in front of that small, grayish-white sphere.
So, did I really "call forth" myself? Something like a soul leaving the body... But it seemed a bit different... Klein looked at the body belonging to himself in front of him, at the empty and lifeless eyes of "him" in a dazed state, and be lost in thought.
However, he finally determined one thing: only his own soul could go up above the mist, that is, the spirit body in the mysticism, manifested externally as a star spirit body.
No wonder I could directly see the surface of the star spirit bodies of "Justice", "The Hangman", and "The Sun" above the mist, thus determining whether they belonged to extraordinary beings and roughly judging their sequence... Well, my body seems to have received certain protection, protected by the power of the ritual, able to stand so steadily without losing balance and falling to the ground... "Justice" and her colleagues should be about the same... Klein gradually adapted to the current situation and began to examine the states of the body and the soul separately.
He lowered his gaze and tried to drive his own spiritual body, which was mixed with some mysterious space power.
Whew!
A slightly chilly wind blew up, lingering and swirling in the bedroom. Klein happily savored the taste of flying, circling and circling.
"Within the same city, I can also play the role of a 'messenger'... But I don't know if I can carry real things..." He controlled his emotions, stopped, floated in mid-air, and tested other abilities.
He reached for the notebook on the bookshelf, his palm passed through, and then returned, with nowhere to grasp.
"There is a bit of stickiness, different from penetrating the air... When I become stronger, or can more strongly influence the power of that mysterious space above the mist, perhaps I can do it..." Klein tried the single sheet of paper again, but still couldn't grasp it.
After thinking for a dozen seconds, he flew to the hat stand, inserted his transparent and blurry hand into the black coat pocket, and touched the completed "Sleeping Spell" and "Requiem Spell" that had been partially replenished.
This was an item mixed with his own spiritual essence, in the mystical realm, it was somewhat different from ordinary real substances, so Klein wanted to try if he could carry them.
His palm passed through again, but he clearly felt the existence of the spell, the blending of the spirit, only his "strength" was not strong enough to pick up the spell, of course, another way to say it is that the spiritual power of the spell was not strong enough to resonate strongly with his current existence state.
"Insufficient spiritual power..." Klein thoughtfully turned to another pocket, where there was the "Yang Fire Spell" made by extracting the divine blood power and mixing it with his own spiritual essence.
The warm feeling quickly spread throughout his body, making his form more stable and his thoughts clearer.
The thin gold sheet was picked up, taken out of the pocket, and in the newly added mirror in the room, that spell was floating outward, just like the descriptions in many ghost stories.
"Can carry the Yang Fire Spell, and directly use the spiritual voice... Well, in this state, I have certain strength..." Klein flew to the mirror, stopped in front of it, and saw only a thin gold sheet presented in the mirror, and the furniture directly in front and the dimness caused by the closed curtains. After thinking for a few seconds, he placed the "Sunfire Charm" on the bed, while himself returned to stand in front of the mirror, trying to see if he could fit inside.
Suddenly, everything went dark. Klein's perspective changed abruptly. He saw all the scenes reflected in the mirror, and saw the blurry outlines of various things in the dim environment. This made him feel like he was hiding in a concealed corner, peering into a large part of the room.
It was possible to enter the mirror, but this was just an ordinary object, not leading to any mysterious and strange world... Klein nodded slightly, rushed forward, and returned to the room.
The successful carrying of the "Sunfire Charm" gave him great confidence, so he tried to grab another item.
That was the copper whistle from Azk!
As soon as Klein touched this ancient and exquisite item, he suddenly felt his spirituality expanding, in the cold.
With a leap, his illusory eyes turned into a burning flame, a deep black flame.
"It seems to have become a little stronger, and the state is closer to a ghost, but there is no such intense resentment..." Klein's settled spirit reflected his current appearance.
This belongs to "The Clown's" ability.
"The copper whistle of Mr. Azk is indeed magical." He nodded, and found that he could hold a certain weight of paper. "Sleeping Charm" and others were undoubtedly possible.
Unfortunately, the ritual silver dagger could carry it, but the revolver was too heavy to grasp... Klein ended this attempt and turned to study whether there was any casting ability in his current state.
After careful experimentation, he determined that the "Summoned" self had two types of spell-like abilities. One was to directly shock the soul of the target with an invisible roar, and the other was to create a similar freezing effect through contact.
Satisfied, Klein turned his gaze to the bulging window, to the sunlight and street hidden by the curtain.
"I wonder if my current state can move around during the day..." He muttered and floated to the window.
Immediately, Klein carefully pulled the curtain, revealing a gap, allowing a little sunlight to penetrate the spiritual wall and shine into the bedroom.
In this brilliant sunlight, Klein found that his spiritual body was evaporating black fog, and his power was gradually fading.
He quickly let go, allowing the curtain to cover the light again.
"No... " Klein thought for a moment, and looked at the "Sunfire Charm" placed on the bed.
If there is the divine power of "Eternal Radiant Sun" bestowed upon it, would there be a different effect? He floated to the bed, trying to grab that thin gold sheet.
However, as soon as he touched the target, the warm and pure feeling conflicted with his expanding and cold spiritual body, just like water and fire cannot coexist.
Zhi!
He dropped the golden sheet in his hand as if burned.
The copper whistle of Mr. Azk and the "Sunfire Charm" cannot exist simultaneously in my spiritual body... Klein understood and placed the copper whistle, allowing his spiritual body to contract and the black flame in his eye sockets to go out.
In this state, both of my spell-like abilities have weakened... After some experimentation, Klein grabbed the "Sunfire Charm" again, feeling the stability and warm baptism of the spiritual body.
He returned to the window, carefully passing through the curtain a little.
The sunlight shone on him, only warmth, no harm.
"Good..." Klein showed a sincere smile, penetrated the spiritual wall, and carefully flew outside, planning to do more experiments.