221 The Tarot Club at a Higher Level (1/2)
The Blue Avenger was like a leaf on the surface of the undulating waves of the Sonia Sea. At times, it was raised high and sometimes low from the ebbing of the waves, but there was no sign of it being at risk of capsizing.
Alger Wilson stood in the captain cabin, his back to the shelves of red and white wine, as he subconsciously paced around.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and returned to the mahogany desk with a grim expression. He removed the brass sextant, found a piece of paper and a pen, and leaned over to draw the complex, mysterious symbol given to him by The Fool.
With a Seafarer's memory, Alger quickly completed the first step of the sacrificial ritual.
Then, he opened the drawer and took out a candle. He set up the ritual according to the dualism principles and placed a candle above the symbol that was formed by the combination of the Pupil-less Eye and the partial contorted lines. One candle was placed in the middle that represented the person making the sacrifice.
After cleaning up all the items on the table, Alger condensed pure water in the palm of his hand and wiped the altar clean. He then used the silver dagger from the ceremony to create a sealing wall that surrounded his desk.
After doing all this, he used his spirituality to light up the two candles and retreated a few steps under the dim light.
Taking a deep breath, Alger lowered his head and recited in ancient Hermes,
”The Fool that doesn't belong to this era,
”You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
”You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
”Your devoted servant prays for your attention,
”I pray for you to take his offerings.
”I pray for you to open the gates to your Kingdom.”
…
This ancient incantation reverberated within the wall of spirituality, stirring up spiraling gales as they swept forth with the force of nature.
It was the oldest sacrificial language created by human Beyonders, and it contained many mysteries itself. However, it lacked sufficient protection for the user.
Bearing with the pain that was akin to having knives slicing across his skin, Alger took out a small dark brown glass bottle from his pocket, unscrewed the lid, and poured out a lot of sesame-shaped granules.
These granules swirled with a metallic luster and exuded an indescribable sense of beauty.
Alger scattered these granules into the wind.
Whoosh!
The gale grew stronger but was no longer tempestuous. It was dyed in two separate colors—silver and black.
As they continued to collide and mix, the two differently-colored winds were infused into the candle flame that symbolized The Fool, burgeoning and tearing open an illusory ordinary-sized door. Its surface was carved with the same symbol that Alger had drawn.
At this moment, Klein witnessed the appearance of the hazy door behind his high-back chair. He could feel the spirituality in the air that was rippling apart and stimulating the mysterious space.
It seems to be working… Klein suddenly had a premonition and immediately spread out his spirituality, infusing it with upheavals and stimulation.
Creak!
Amidst the insubstantial sounds, the blurry door slowly opened!
In the captain cabin, Alger suddenly saw the illusory door, formed out of wind and light, open. Behind it was deep darkness formed from an innumerable number of almost invisible shadows. They were lustrous splendors encompassing massive amounts of knowledge. Situated above them was the thick gray fog with the ancient palace overlooking the real world.
Such a scene caused Alger to involuntarily tremble. It was a deep fear, an indescribable excitement.
He hurriedly picked up the Rainbow Salamander's pituitary gland that he had long prepared. He held it with both hands, and, with his head bowed, he raised the palm-sized object which was constantly changing in color and had a soft feel to the ridges to the illusory door.
Alger's hands grew lighter under the sudden appearance and instant disappearance of a suction force. He lost the slight tingling sensation that the Rainbow Salamander's pituitary gland gave him.
He didn't dare raise his head until he heard the deep voice of The Fool echoing in his ears.
”You did well.”
”It's my honor,” Alger answered without any hesitation.
He looked ahead again, only to see that the illusory door had disappeared. The gale had stopped, and the candle flames had returned to their original state.
After the candles were extinguished according to the normal procedures, Alger sat down with a complicated expression and said to himself silently, In the beginning, only people could be pulled into the world above the gray fog… After a while, responses could be made by listening to prayers… Now, sacrifices and bestowment can be performed… Mr. Fool is freeing himself from his predicament one step at a time, and bit by bit, will he enter the real world?
This guess or conclusion frightened and worried Alger, but he also felt a bit of delight.
At least I'm a member of the Tarot Club—one of the earliest members… He sighed.
…
In the majestic palace above the gray fog, Klein was playing with the pituitary gland of the Rainbow Salamander. Various colors were reflected on his face as they constantly changed colors.
A slight tingling sensation came from his palm, and a strong sense of accomplishment filled his heart, causing him to reveal a genuine smile.
In the future, the Tarot Club will become even more miraculous… After reflecting over the situation, Klein extended his spirituality and sent his will to the crimson star representing Miss Justice.
After returning to her bedroom, Audrey was no longer able to sit quietly on the edge of the bed. She would restlessly flip through the books by her bed and from time to time, scrutinize herself in the mirror with an unfocused gaze.
She was looking forward to the completion of The Hanged Man's sacrificial ritual, but she was also afraid that the result would be a failure.