After half an hour of undisturbed silence, Klein opened his eyes and slowly stood up.
He took his cane, put on his hat, left the church, and took a hackney carriage back to Minsk Street in the dark.
At this time, the vigilance and inspection of the surrounding areas had inevitably been relaxed, becoming the shadow under the light of the gas lamp.
Shortly after midnight, Klein took out his key, opened the door of his house, and went into several empty guest rooms to look for the Book of Secrets.
Without much effort, he found the old book bound with thick parchment in the closet of the room on the first floor.
The hard cover of the book was dark black, with two lines of Hermetic writing in crimson:
"The Book of Secrets".
"Karaman".
Huh... Klein let out a breath and didn't rush to read it. Instead, he quickly created a spiritual wall in this room and performed a ritual in which he summoned himself and responded to himself. Then he threw the Azik Copper Whistle, the Master Key, the All-Black Eye, the Extraordinary Bullets, the Biotoxin Bottle, the Werewolf Extraordinary Characteristics, the Book of Secrets, and other items along with their containers onto the gray fog, preparing to wait until the commotion died down before deciding which ones to take out and take with him.
After doing all this, he didn't even bother to study the specifics of the werewolf's extraordinary characteristics and the biological toxin bottle. He simply washed up and lay down on the bed.
The first reason was that studying items and reading books was a waste of time, and on this not-so-peaceful night it was easy to cause trouble to the body in the real world. The second reason was that Klein was deeply aware of his current shortcoming, which was that the speed of his spiritual growth could not meet the increasing number of extraordinary abilities and magical items.
After just such an intense battle, he was now spiritually exhausted, his head ached, and he felt drowsy.
Well, the one that puts the greatest burden on the spirituality is the "Paper Man Substitute Technique", followed by the "Holy Water of the Sun" made through the brooch, but it was not used tonight, and then the "Summoning Holy Light" and "Flame Leap"... Klein yawned and used meditation to get rid of the state of being too tired and too tense to fall asleep.
In less than ten seconds, he entered a dream, with various fragmented scenes appearing alternately.
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In the open space surrounded by the abandoned warehouse, the "Mechanical Heart" came and went, and came and went again. The person in charge of this incident has changed from a team leader to a deacon-level strongman.
Ikanser Bernard's brown hair was always messy, sticking out stubbornly, and even wearing a hat couldn't hide it.
So much so that many members of the "Mechanical Heart" secretly joked that the deacon might be using a bomb to cut his hair.
At this moment, Ikanser, whose facial features were strong and clear, was holding a silver mirror with ancient patterns.
There is an eye-like decoration on each side of the mirror. They are based on black gemstones and look deep and charming.
Ikanser looked around and said:
"Although the rats in the sewers are experts in interfering with divination and spiritualism, and they handled the scene effectively, this is a mysterious supernatural world, and there is no method that can guarantee 100% success."
As he spoke, he looked at the silver mirror in his hand and stroked the surface three times with his right palm.
After a two-second pause, Ikanser took a deep breath and said in a deep voice:
"Dear Arrodes, my question is, who were the participants in what just happened here?"
The darkness around them suddenly became hazy, and streaks of light appeared on the surface of the silver mirror.
Soon, a picture appeared in the silver mirror:
In the rising flames, there was a figure floating in the air. He was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat and a half-high silk hat. His body was distorted and his face was so blurred that it was difficult to see clearly, and it was also painted with oil paint.
From under his feet, tongues of fire rose up and engulfed him.
As the water flashed, the picture changed, and a middle-aged man in a dark red cloak appeared. His arms were burning with bright flames, but his head was hidden in the darkness.
As the scenes alternated, Ikanser and the others saw a woman in an intricate black court dress with messy light blonde hair, but her face was completely transparent, as if she didn't exist.
Next to this lady are two men with bodies covered with black hair, their backs being pulled by strange arms.
Finally, the change ended, frozen in the picture of beams of flames whistling into the sky, "fireworks" blooming brilliantly, and bright light shining all around.
In such a dreamy scene, the man in the black double-breasted frock coat appeared again.
He twisted and stretched his body horizontally, facing forward, pressed his chest with the hand holding his hat, bowed slightly, and saluted.
Not only was his face extremely blurred as if it had been disturbed, but the color of oil paint was also faintly revealed.
Just as Ikanser was about to ask the team members for their opinions, a few lines of ancient Feysac words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:
"According to the principle of reciprocity, it is my turn to ask questions."
"If you answer incorrectly, or lie, you will be punished."
The word "punishment" was as red as blood, as if it was still dripping with semen!
The expression on Ikanser's face twisted for a moment, then became extremely serious.
Then, the silver mirror flickered with light, and a new line of words appeared:
"What is your sexual orientation?"
Ikanser was stunned for a moment, and felt that all the eyes of the teammates around him were on him.
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It was six o'clock in the morning and the sky was just beginning to light.
Klein, who was soundly sleeping, woke up to the sound of the church bell.
According to his usual habit, he would turn over and continue sleeping until nearly eight o'clock before getting up, but this time, he sat up directly and looked around.
"Well, no one came to read the gas meter..." He breathed a sigh of relief, and without bothering to wash up, he got up from the bed and walked four steps backwards, entering the gray fog.
He wants to study what he got last night!
Sitting in the fool's seat, Klein started with the simple ones.
He picked up the black-green fang, observed it for a few seconds, then produced a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement:
“It works.”
This does not mean that divination can replace experiments. Klein simply has the real objects and has learned a lot of information about "prisoners", "madmen", and "werewolf" from Sharon and Maric. He feels that the prerequisites are sufficient, so he tries to see what revelations he can get.
After reciting silently, he quickly entered a dream and witnessed scenes:
A hideous wound appeared on the abdomen of the "Werewolf" Tyr, and his intestines flowed out and dragged on the ground, but he just washed it with clean water, stuffed the intestines back, and pinched the two sides of the gap with his hands. In the end, the wound healed just like that...
Under the full red moon, he howled to the sky, black hairs grew on his body, and fangs were clearly visible in his mouth...
He waved his claws, and with a squeak, he tore through the not-too-thin steel plate...
He ran wildly across the wilderness, leaving the pack of gray wolves chasing him further and further behind...
He made the waiters with dull but cold eyes rush towards the enemy without any fear of death...
He also used a variety of weapons to kill people, including bombs, and became even more powerful when he was angry and lost his mind...
…
After opening his eyes, Klein roughly understood the characteristics of a werewolf and grasped the hidden dangers of this extraordinary characteristic:
That is, the "werewolf" Tyr was under the shining of the full moon at that time, and his desires were extremely indulgent. After his death, a relatively strong mental imprint was left behind. The extraordinary people who use this extraordinary characteristic to mix potions and advance must resist this influence in the early stages, otherwise there will be signs of loss of control.
However, this negative impact has not yet reached the level of a sealed object, and the extraordinary characteristics left by the "werewolf" can still be directly used as the main ingredient of the potion.
“Fortunately… it’s a pity that the extraordinary characteristics of ‘Zombie’ Jason were swallowed by that strange door… I don’t know where that door leads to, and whether there is any way to retrieve it…” Klein put down the black-green fang with regret and heartache, and picked up the brown translucent biological toxin bottle.
He followed the same method and began to do dream divination, but this time, he did not have the confidence to obtain detailed revelations, so he modified the divination statement to:
“It has positive and negative effects.”
In the gray and dark dream world, Klein once again saw tragic scenes:
Someone fell to the ground, scratching himself, scratching off his skin and flesh, revealing his white bones...
Someone covered his head, his eyes lost focus, and his breath became weaker and weaker...
Some people kept vomiting, and in the end, they died with convulsions...
Someone suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that he couldn't breathe...
Someone was fighting with his opponent, but suddenly they both stopped and looked at each other. Then, they hugged each other and kissed each other...
At the end of the scene, the translucent brown bottle was placed in a cup of water. The transparent liquid inside gradually turned amber and was drunk by someone... The person holding the biological toxin bottle first felt weak, then coughed, and then touched his forehead, only to feel it burning hot, and his condition became more and more serious...
The dream ended quickly. Klein tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers and interpreted the revelations with a headache:
"Combined with Steve's words, the previous revelations mean that after the lid of the biological toxin bottle is opened, it will continue to spread poison outside. As for which kind of poison the opponent will be infected with, it is purely random and not even the holder can control it. Some of the poisons in it are really bad..."
"The effective range of the toxicity cannot be interpreted from the revelation... Well, soaking it in water and drinking the amber liquid in advance can prevent poisoning? But how many minutes should it be soaked? Even if the person holding the biological toxin bottle does not open the lid, the body will gradually deteriorate, slowly contract the disease, and slowly become serious? Uh, what is the specific time dividing line..."
Klein rubbed his forehead and planned to do an experiment above the gray fog to confirm it when he had time, but he didn't know whether the "biotoxin bottle" would be effective here.
For example, in his current spiritual state, he is not afraid of being poisoned at all.
Let’s do this for now, and study it in detail later... Klein cast his gaze towards the parchment-bound Book of Secrets in front of him and casually flipped to the first page.
It was a title page with only a simple pattern, and no content...
Flipping through it again, Klein finally saw the beginning of The Book of Secrets:
"We worship the moon, not the goddess of the night."