Lord of the Mysteries: Lord of Order

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Closing the "Compendium of Ritual Magic" on the desk, Aaron couldn't help but sigh.

Is this what it feels like to have a powerful backing? Everything is readily available, which is a stark contrast to the treatment Klein received when he first awoke.

Heh heh, but when the time comes, I can certainly offer some help to our dear God of Poverty, Mr. Fool, such as some glittering gold pounds. I believe Mr. Fool should be quite fond of them.

Gathering his scattered thoughts, Aaron continued to ponder the ritual process.

First, the symbolic pattern. Aaron remembered that during the time he was slumbering within the Sefirah, he would vaguely see a pattern composed of scales representing order and a scepter symbolizing dominion.

This pattern was extremely similar to the distorted pattern behind the throne in the grand palace.

His spiritual intuition told him that this was the symbolic pattern of the Nation of Disorder.

As for the specific prayer incantation, combining the content and notes from the "Compendium of Ritual Magic" with the Honorific name I tested, it can be modified and perfected into the following prayer incantation:

"You are the Origin and Shadow of Order."

"You are the Great Emperor of the Chaotic Kingdom."

"You are the Lord of Order who Controls Rules."

"Your loyal believers pray for your gaze;"

"Pray that you accept their offerings;"

"Pray that you open the door to the kingdom;"

Now that the symbolic pattern and prayer incantation are ready, and because I plan to attempt a "sacrifice" to myself.

Therefore, no specific time is required, and things like herbal incense can also be omitted. The altar can also be simplified; a little crude is fine, as I won't dislike myself.

So now the most important step remaining is to open the channel and complete the sacrifice by using blood rich in spirituality or containing extraordinary power.

"Hmm... I am already a Beyonder now, and my blood is also rich in spirituality, which can be used as an auxiliary Ingredient for the ritual."

Thinking of it, Aaron went to the inner compartment, set up the candles, and arranged the Wall of Spirituality with a silver dagger.

After resting for a while, he meditated to recover his depleted spirituality.

He picked up the silver dagger, lightly slit his arm, and collected a small bottle of blood with a silver vial.

"Hmm... This much blood should be enough for the ritual. Next time, I must prepare more spiritual materials to carry with me, in case of emergencies."

Gently exhaling, Aaron followed the steps to set up the altar, quickly drawing his symbolic pattern with the blood.

After fluently completing the drawing, he chanted the prayer incantation in ancient Hermes:

"You are the Origin and Shadow of Order."

"You are the Great Emperor of the Chaotic Kingdom."

"You are the Lord of Order who Controls Rules."

"Your loyal believers pray for your gaze;"

"Pray that you accept their offerings;"

"Pray that you open the door to the kingdom;"

As his voice fell, his spiritual intuition was triggered. A gentle breeze swept through, gradually outlining a dark golden double door within the Wall of Spirituality.

As Aaron's spirituality probed, the dark golden door slowly opened. Behind the door was a deep, illusory, mysterious space filled with floating dark golden mist.

Aaron said with unconcealed joy, "It really worked."

Not daring to delay, he quickly picked up the pale mask and the silver vial containing blood from beside him and threw them into the dark golden door.

As the dark golden door slowly closed, the sacrifice ritual concluded.

He didn't rush to dispel the Wall of Spirituality. He sat on the chair and pondered.

"After this experiment, the Honorific name and prayer incantation are correctly pointing to me. Future sacrifice and bestowal rituals can all follow this pattern.

Finally, I have some of the bearing of a deity, and I am worthy of the title of a hidden existence. From now on, I can also scare some restless troublemakers and better subdue them.

Now, let me see what this Death mask is like."

Aaron calmed his mind and used his spirituality to connect with the dark golden mist at the infinite height of the Mind Island. In a trance, he returned to the magnificent grand palace.

Aaron sat on the throne, waved his hand to summon the pale mask, and probed it with his spirituality. After probing for a while, he found nothing.

He frowned, spread his spirituality, mobilized the dark golden mist, and directed it towards the pale mask.

The situation that made Aaron's face darken occurred: the pale mask floated in the dark golden mist without any change.

However, no change also indicated many things. At least it showed that this mask truly possessed extraordinary power, and its level was very high.

It seems that when Mr. Azik decided to abandon this mask in one of his lifetimes, he had already recovered most of his strength and level, perhaps even approaching an angel.

Therefore, the power level used for the seal was very high, and the power of the dark golden mist that I can currently mobilize is not enough to break the seal.

That's right. If the seal could be broken so easily, the secret of this mask would not have remained undiscovered, and it wouldn't have come into my hands so easily.

If I hadn't connected the lost mask from Mr. Azik's memories to the mask from the Eggers family among Earl Wolfe's collections, it would have been very difficult for anyone to discover the mask's secret.

Father must have examined this mask long ago, and he didn't discover anything. Currently, the Sefirah power I can leverage also has no effect on it. I can only wait. It's a pity.

Aaron sighed helplessly, waving his hand to send the pale mask and the silver vial to a corner of the grand palace.

He glanced below the throne at the blurry figures within the four contracting and expanding dark golden light spots.

He pondered, "It's not time yet. I still need to go to the Church of the Evernight Goddess tonight. I'll summon them again when I'm fully prepared next time."

His consciousness sank, passing through layers of dark golden mist, and Aaron returned to his bedroom.

He dispelled the Wall of Spirituality, tidied up the various materials, and began meditating to recover his spirituality.

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In the blink of an eye, it was evening. The Duke took Aaron and left the manor, heading to the church in the Duke's exclusive carriage.

The carriage was made of carefully carved and decorated oak. The carriage body had an elegant curved shape, with exquisitely carved decorations at the front and back, such as the family crest and some unusual symbols.

The carriage body was painted with a dark golden exterior to add luxury and majesty. The wheels were made of sturdy materials and might be decorated with metal copper plates or ornaments.

The interior of the carriage was richly and comfortably furnished, decorated with magnificent fabrics, tapestries, and ornaments. The seats and backrests were covered with luxurious velvet and leather and were equipped with soft cushions. The ceiling of the carriage was painted with exquisite murals and carved patterns.

A servant had prepared Marquis Black Tea inside the carriage, placing it on the carriage table. He knelt respectfully to the side with his head lowered.

"This is truly luxurious. I wonder how many gold pounds this carriage is worth." Aaron glanced at the luxurious decorations inside the carriage, picked up the Marquis Black Tea, and took a light sip. The rich and mellow taste filled his mouth, easing his slightly nervous mood.

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