Above the gray fog, gigantic stone columns held up a majestic divine hall.
Two dark red blobs extended out into faint human figures by the side of the ancient mottled bronze table.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool." Augmented with a blurry effect, Audrey greeted him with a bow and smiled. "It is unfortunate that there is no wine here; otherwise, we could have a toast to your successful trial."
She was referring to the ritualistic magic.
"You are more powerful than we imagined," Alger Wilson praised as well.
Klein was surrounded by the thick fog as usual. He pressed down with his right arm and spoke with his normal tone, replying as though it was natural.
"Great, this means that we are on the path of excellence. If you have any matters to tend to that leave you unable to attend the gathering on Mondays, conduct the ritual and inform me. All you have to do is change the line in the incantation 'I pray for a good dream' with the reason."
