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Aaron, still within the Wall of Spirituality, skillfully took out a sandalwood-infused candle and placed it in the center of the desk.
Following the procedure, he ignited the candle flame with his spirituality, sprinkling in wisteria, pure dew, and herbal powder, symbolizing order.
He watched the flickering flame alternate between dim and bright, and smelled the tranquil and soothing fragrance.
Aaron stepped back two paces, gazing at the candle on the table, and chanted in ancient Hermes:
"I!"
"I summon in my name:"
"The Origin and Shadow of Order, the Great Emperor of the Land of Chaos, the Lord of Order who Controls Rules."
In an instant, the constantly flickering dim yellow candlelight and the tranquil, soothing fragrance intertwined and merged into an illusory vortex, a vortex that frantically absorbed spirituality.
By the time Aaron finished chanting the incantation, the vortex had solidified into a palm-sized ring of dark golden mist.
After a few glances, with no doubt whatsoever, Aaron quickly sank his consciousness, returning to the Nation of Disorder.
Immediately, he saw circles of dark golden light ripples spreading from the throne deep within the palace, making the complex pattern carved behind the throne—a balance representing order and a scepter symbolizing dominion—appear even more solemn and majestic.
Aaron took a breath, stabilized his mind through meditation, and reached out to touch the target.
Almost simultaneously, he heard the summoning incantation he had just chanted, and saw the surging spirituality and ripple-like light patterns merge and stretch out an illusory Door.
Feeling the consumption of his spirituality, Aaron concentrated his mind and gave a strong push of intention.
Once again passing through layers of dark golden mist and illusory murmurs, Aaron opened his eyes again and saw himself sitting with closed eyes before the altar, with the ring of dark golden mist in front of him.
Aaron withdrew his gaze, raised his right hand, and activated his own spirit body, which was mixed with some dark golden mist power.
Whoosh!
A slightly chilly wind picked up, swirling around the bedroom; the black gauze with the red moon symbol next to the altar flew up and merged into Aaron's spirit body.
A slightly cold sensation quickly spread throughout his body, yet it made his spirit body more stable and his thoughts clearer.
Aaron pondered for a moment, used the dark golden mist to condense a mask over his face, then no longer hesitated, slipped into the nearby mirror, and left the villa.
Finding a random exit, he left the mirror world, Aaron oriented himself, and flew rapidly towards the Kingdom Museum in the West Borough.
On a street corner in the West Borough, a thin, small boy, no more than 7 or 8 years old, sitting on the ground, looked up in a certain direction, a silver gleam flashing in his eyes, as if an illusory silver ring appeared.
A moment later, he mumbled softly, "So it's a Blessed of the night. Is a spirit body really that bold?"
He then boredly flipped through the tarot cards in his hand, and a moment later, three tarot cards lay flat on the ground, face up.
In the middle was the "Judgement" card, with the "Star" card and the "Wheel of Fortune" card on its left and right, respectively.
The little boy raised an eyebrow slightly and drew a fourth tarot card from beneath the middle "Judgement" card. The card face showed an emperor wearing a crown seated on a throne—it was the "Emperor" card.
He gently placed the "Emperor" card below the "Judgement" card, and looking at the four tarot cards in front of him, the little boy murmured softly:
"It's really getting more and more interesting."
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No. 2 King's Boulevard, Kingdom Museum.
On the polygonal hip roof, four security personnel in overcoats stood, enduring the night wind, carefully scrutinizing their respective directions.
Once someone approached the museum, even with the cover of trees and building shadows, it would be difficult to escape their eyes.
Inside the museum, the remaining security personnel were divided into four groups, patrolling the various exhibition halls at intervals along different routes.
In the exhibition hall where Roselle's diary was kept, Max Livermore, the captain of the Machinery Hivemind team, wearing his monocle that allowed him to see Wraiths, phantoms, and other spiritual Monsters, carried a hurricane lamp and conducted patrols, occasionally stepping out to confirm the situation elsewhere.
On a street corner near the Kingdom Museum, a slightly illusory spirit body with mysterious patterns on its surface appeared.
Aaron looked at the Kingdom Museum nearby, carefully sensing his own state and the surrounding environment. In his spiritual form, Aaron more clearly felt a subtle connection between himself and a certain place that was infinitely high yet infinitely close.
His spiritual intuition told him that by following this connection and giving a strong intention to end the "summoning," his spirit body would immediately disappear and return to the ritual room.
Aaron maintained his hidden state, following the shadows, following routes difficult to be observed, passing through tree carvings, passing through obstacles, and flying directly into the museum's second-floor exhibition hall.
In the room where the Machinery Hivemind team was located, a pile of colorful building blocks on a nearby glass display case formed a miniature map of the museum's first floor.
This was a Sealed Artifact controlled by the God of Steam and Machinery Church. As long as those deformable building blocks formed the corresponding building, they could establish a connection with the real object. If someone intruded, a miniature reaction would immediately appear on it.
Max Livermore, the captain of the Machinery Hivemind team, walked back with his hurricane lamp and stood beside Roselle's diary, his brows tightly furrowed.
Just now, a faint sense of unease had suddenly welled up in his heart. He looked back at the Sealed Artifact in the display case, stared at it for a moment, and then withdrew his gaze after finding no abnormalities.
Aaron silently entered the second floor, passing through wall after wall, flying towards the restored study. Standing at the Door, he felt no other auras. He floated through the Door, taking in the entire scene of that area's various corners.
All normal... Aaron mumbled, then half-flew to land in front of Roselle's desk, which was covered in glass.
He glanced around, then without hesitation, simultaneously reached out his hands, directly grabbing the bookmark within the "Creative Manuscript." Only after he touched the bookmark and enveloped it within his spirit body did the study undergo a change.
Wah! Wah! Wah!
Loud, piercing baby cries suddenly echoed throughout the exhibition hall.
They were so illusory, as if coming from a very, very distant place.
Black cracks opened one after another, and strange, grotesque eyeballs protruded into mid-air, densely packed, coldly and indifferently staring at Aaron.
Pea vines hung down from the ceiling, intertwining into a dense forest, submerging the original study.
Bernadette, wearing a white shirt with lace and ribbon flowers on the upper body, beige trousers, black leather boots, and an old-fashioned black soft hat, sat on a swing entwined with pea vines.
Her chestnut hair fell naturally, and her deep blue eyes were fixed on the display stand where the bookmark had disappeared, staring intently at the seemingly empty, figureless display stand.
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