"Clue to the 'Joker' potion."

At the head of the ancient and mottled bronze table, Klein read the "divination sentence" several times, leaned back, and fell into a deep sleep.

His surroundings soon became peaceful and quiet, and what he saw in his "eyes" became vague and hazy. Countless distorted and unrecognizable images flashed by quickly, like drops of dew on tender flower petals in the early morning.

Gradually, Klein gained control of his own spirituality and regained a certain level of consciousness.

He saw a fireplace in front of him, and in front of the fireplace was a rocking chair, on which sat an old woman in a black and white dress.

Although she lowered her head and could not be seen, Klein felt from the bottom of his heart that she was an old lady, and he was quite certain of it.

Directly opposite the old woman, there was a table with newspapers and a tin can inlaid with silver.

“This is it.” Klein, who felt the scene was extremely familiar, quickly recognized what he saw:

This is where Riel Bieber and his mother live!

This is where I first saw the “Giant View” live!

“Is there any clue to the Joker potion here?” Klein’s thought had just flashed through his mind when the scene around him changed.

It was a gray-white warehouse, hidden at the innermost part of the same building;

There were white bones scattered inside, and a few lumps of bloody flesh that looked like they had been crushed by huge rocks;

In the center of the warehouse is a fist-sized gray-white object with grooves all over its surface, giving it a soft and textured feeling, as if it were a living brain dug out.

Just as Klein recognized where this place was and remembered what that thing was, the scene in his eyes was distorted and shattered like a reflection on water being stirred, and a new hazy scene emerged:

**'s body was lying on a long table covered with a white cloth, with a blood ball with a hint of blue floating in front of him.

Klein frowned immediately and muttered:

"Just now that was where Riel Bieber was hiding and what was left of him. Now it's the thing formed by the brand on Tuxedo Clown's wrist?"

Just as he was trying to guess what these images symbolized, the changes in the scenes suddenly intensified:

A marble coffee table, a leather sofa set with one main and two secondary sofas, and a chandelier hanging high from the ceiling;

Klein Moretti, a man with black hair and brown eyes and a bookish temperament; a plump man with a round figure and fair skin; a young lady with a beautiful face and wearing gauze gloves;

A middle-aged man in a black robe with thick, hard brown hair that stood on end, a plump man with a round figure and fair skin, a fifty-year-old man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes, and a dark black notebook placed on the round table between them, a notebook that exudes an ancient and distant atmosphere.

Notes from the Antigonus family!

Klein sat up straight, and there was no trace of the dream left.

Looking at the boundless gray fog and crimson stars outside the magnificent temple, he was surprised and puzzled as he thought:

"I was divining for clues about the Joker potion, so how did the Antigonus family's notes appear?"

"Let me think, let me think, that chubby guy is Welch, yes, Welch, the unlucky guy who bought the Antigonus family notes and triggered a series of subsequent events. The young lady wearing gauze gloves and with a beautiful face is Naya."

"I remember now, that marble coffee table and leather sofa combination is the symbol of Welch's residence, where I met the 'psychic' Daly."

"In other words, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence and saw the original owner and two classmates discussing notes."

Klein calmed down and regained his composure. His fingers rhythmically tapped the edge of the bronze table:

"Then what does the last picture represent? There are notes and Welch. Could it be the scene when he bought the 'antique'?"

"Among the other two people present, one looks very familiar. I seem to have seen that middle-aged man in a black classical robe somewhere before. He has hedgehog-like brown hair and dark circles under his eyes. Yes, I know who he is. He is Hanus Vincent, the Hanus Vincent from the Divination Club. He was the one who died 'peacefully' because Selina stole a secret spell and the captain sneaked into her dream!"

"Hey, he sold that notebook to Welch?"

"After going around in circles, we are connected. The world is really small. No, Tingen is really small! If I think about it carefully, this is really possible. Henas Vincent is not an ordinary fortune teller. He has obviously gone deep into the mysterious field and has been noticed by a certain ancient evil god. He has the channels, the ability and the opportunity to obtain the notes accidentally leaked by the secret society."

"No wonder the captain and his team have never found out where Welch bought the notes from, because they were going in the wrong direction. They tried to check the antique market, but later found out the specific whereabouts of the notes, so they gave up trying to do that."

"What a pity. Henas Vincent died not long ago. Otherwise, we would have been able to find something related to the notebook from him. As someone who has delved deeply into the mysterious field, he should have studied the notebook. His death is such a coincidence!"

"But there is another person present, an old man in his fifties, who may also know a lot of things."

Klein paused as he tapped the edge of the table and reviewed the scenes he had just seen in the "Dream Divination":

"Reil Bieber's home; Reil Bieber's hiding place; Reil Bieber's remains; the thing that Tuxedo Clown's wrist brand turned into; Welch's home; the scene where Welch, Naya and the original owner were communicating; the 'group photo' of Welch, Hanas Vincent and the Antigonus Family Notes. Hey, except for Tuxedo Clown's brand, all the others are directly related to the Antigonus Family Notes!"

"But I'm divining for clues about the Joker potion. This is not scientific. No, this is not occultism!"

After becoming a "fortune teller", Klein once tried to divine where Welch bought the Antigonus family notes from, but he did not consider the peculiarities above the gray fog at the time and failed to gain any revelation. Now, when he was divining another matter, he unexpectedly revealed the truth as if by chance.

After calming down for more than ten seconds, Klein combined the contents of Roselle's diary and began to try to interpret the dream just now:

"The first possibility is that Zaratul, or the Secret Society, is searching for and pursuing the relics of the Antigonus family. So the symbolic meaning of this dream is to use things related to the Antigonus family to lure the Secret Society to appear, so as to obtain the formula of the 'Clown' potion."

"The second possibility is that the formula of the 'Joker' potion is directly recorded in the Antigonus family's notes. The Zaratul family is looking for the remaining traces of the Antigonus family, which shows that they have a deep connection. Maybe they are friends, or maybe they are enemies. Therefore, it is normal for the Antigonus family to have mastered some of the other party's sequences. Friends are not to be mentioned, and enemies know each other best."

"But the second symbolic explanation cannot be connected to the Tuxedo Clown's brand. Well, I hope it's the second one. Once the Sanctuary finds experts to interpret the notes, I can get the 'Clown' potion without any risk."

"At present, the first explanation seems to be the most likely, but my intuition as a fortune teller tells me that there should be a deeper symbolic meaning."

Thinking of this, Klein rubbed his forehead and suddenly felt deeply about the limitations of fortune tellers.

Unless faced with very simple and intuitive symbols, fortune tellers must be very careful in their interpretation, just like walking on the edge of an abyss or on the surface of a thin ice lake. Once the interpretation is wrong or the most crucial meaning is not interpreted, the Tuxedo Clown is a living, bloody example!

At this moment, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of the fortune teller. It seemed that he only needed the finishing touch to completely digest the potion.

"Thank you for using your life to remind me to praise the goddess!" he whispered and drew a crimson moon on his chest.

Then, he divined whether Azik had good intentions and was a powerful Extraordinary Being, and got positive answers.

At this time, the continuous divination and the consumption of being above the gray fog made Klein begin to feel tired. He had to stop his scattered thoughts and finalize the key things to do next:

"Find the old man who appears in the same picture as Welch, Heinus Vincent, and the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible!"

"We can start with the Divination Club."

"Go to Mr. Azik more often. Well, he may be a member of the mid-sequence life school, but we lack certain information and cannot predict the future."

Huh! Klein exhaled, causing the parchment that suddenly materialized in front of him to reveal a portrait of a fifty-year-old man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes.

This was the third person who was present when Welch and Heinus Vincent traded the Antigonus family notes!

Looking at the portrait, Klein suddenly found himself in a dilemma:

"I can't draw. In elementary school art class, I was always criticized by the teacher."

"Use ritual magic, like Old Neil did? But this is praying to the goddess. It's using the special magic above the gray fog. If the gods find out, I won't be able to live like a human being!"

"Wait a minute, maybe I can pray to myself! Transmitting images is almost the same as transmitting sound. Although I can't pry open the mysterious power above the gray fog for the time being, this kind of small thing should not be a problem!"

Klein, who had an idea, immediately spread his spirituality, wrapped himself up, and simulated the feeling of falling.

Returning to the bedroom, he lit the gas lamp and began to "pray" in a low voice:

"Fools who do not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious master above the gray fog;"

"You are the yellow and black king who controls good luck."

"I pray for revelation, for the ability to paint a picture of what I see."

After reciting these spells, Klein did not sprinkle essential oils, burn herbs, or use their power.

It’s so easy to pray to yourself!

There was a sudden whisper in his ear, and he saw four black dots forming a square appear on the back of his hand.

After walking four steps counterclockwise, chanting spells as he walked, Klein penetrated the madness and frenzy again and returned to the top of the gray fog.

This time, he did not find any crimson star shrinking and expanding, but he noticed that behind the high-backed chair at the top of the long bronze table, a strange symbol composed of part of the "Pupilless Eye" and part of the "Twisted Thread" was flashing a faint light, making an illusory prayer.

Klein listened attentively, and after confirming that it was correct, he re-materialized the portrait of the "third person" and cast it towards the flowing light in the same way as responding to the prayer.

After doing all this, he immediately left the mysterious world above the gray fog and returned to his bedroom.

As soon as he stood firm, the portrait immediately appeared in front of Klein's eyes, and he felt an illusory and weak power added to him.

He picked up a pen, found a piece of white paper, and expressed his desire.

To Klein's surprise, his right hand began to move uncontrollably, drawing lines quickly.

It wasn't long before he saw the lifelike portrait of the "third man".

After writing down the hair color, eye color and other characteristics, Klein, whose right hand was twitching slightly, breathed a sigh of relief.

The "illusion" he saw before his eyes was fading rapidly.