In the ancient and majestic palace, one stone pillar after another supports the high dome.

Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table, holding a translucent brown vial. He checked it several times but did not sense any danger.

Let's get started... He materialized a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement:

“Its source.”

Putting down his pen and preparing himself mentally for a critical hit, Klein stared at the paper and the bottle of biological toxin, then leaned back in his chair, meditating silently.

Soon, he entered a gray dream and saw a dim but spacious room.

There are king cobras, black widow spiders and other animals hanging in the room, and many strange plants are placed in the room, which makes it messy and creepy.

A serious middle-aged man in a white coat stood in front of the long table in the center, throwing snake gallbladders, spider venom glands and other things into the large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling one by one.

In the end, he even put in a few items with strong spiritual aura, such as a lung-shaped object that sometimes dispersed into black gas and sometimes condensed into a dark green entity, a tube of clear blue liquid, and fiery red eyes...

The air around the big black iron pot gradually became sticky. It tried to gather towards the center, but was constantly pushed away, making it difficult to achieve its goal.

When the middle-aged man in the white coat saw this scene, his brows slowly frowned, and his expression was vaguely anxious.

He flipped through the black notebook next to him, gritted his teeth, and cut his wrists with a ceremonial silver dagger.

Drops of bright blood fell into the black iron pot. It seemed to come alive and suddenly burst out with a terrifying suction force, sucking in all the sticky air around it, and sucking in all the red that had not yet completely left the wrist.

This was not the end. No matter how the middle-aged man in the white coat struggled and resisted, or how frightened he looked, he could not help but move closer to the iron pot.

His body was stretched, his head was compressed, and he was eaten bit by bit by the iron pot while screaming.

The specimens hanging around, the plants displayed, everything that could move, all flew into the iron pot.

Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing quietly and rippling.

When everything was over, the entire room was empty, with only a small brown translucent bottle lying quietly in the central space.

…

The scene faded quickly, and the dream shattered quickly. Klein opened his eyes and muttered to himself silently:

“It turns out that the biotoxin bottle was the product of a lethal experiment.

“I thought it was a Beyonder characteristic left behind by a person who lost control… In that case, I can divine the formula…”

For Klein, the extraordinary characteristics of the out-of-control people and the extraordinary characteristics of those contaminated by evil gods can all be used for divination formulas, just like the "All-Black Eye" left by the "Master of Secret Dolls" Rosago. This is because he has the gray fog to cut off the connection, this mysterious space to eliminate negative influences, and a rich capital for committing suicide.

Similarly, seals directly formed by similar extraordinary properties can also be used to divine potion formulas.

But if they are only used as the main materials and become magical items after being made by extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current divination level will be powerless, even with the enhancement of this mysterious space above the gray fog.

"That's right. At least we don't have to worry about other hidden dangers in the biological toxin bottle..." Klein glanced at the werewolf's fangs and rationally gave up his curiosity.

…………

In Queens, in Earl Hall's luxurious villa.

Audrey continued to study psychology.

Beside her feet, the big golden retriever Susie squatted there with her eyes sparkling. From time to time, she would wag her tail, seeming to be enjoying it very much.

Psychologist Islant finished the introductory part and mentioned casually:

“In fact, there is such a theory.

"It believes that humans inherit certain consciousness from their ancestors and past generations, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns. For example, although many people have never seen a venomous snake, once they encounter one, they will instinctively feel afraid and want to avoid it.

"Why is this? This is a feeling that we inherited from our ancestors, hidden in the deepest part of our consciousness. In ancient times, people constantly fought against poisonous snakes and various ferocious animals, and gradually this memory was engraved in their consciousness and passed down."

"How is it inherited?" Audrey asked with interest.

Islant, with waist-length hair, smiled and said:

“That’s a very good question.

“Some people explain that everyone’s consciousness is actually connected and integrated at the bottom layer, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect their own unique consciousness upwards.

“To give an analogy, the lowest level of consciousness is like a vast ocean, and each of our unique consciousnesses is an island on the ocean. It can be divided into two parts: the subconscious that is hidden underwater, which is more numerous and larger, and the surface consciousness that is exposed on the surface of the ocean and can be perceived at ordinary times.

“That’s part of the basis of this school of psychology.”

Audrey glanced at Susie, stroked the golden hair on its neck and said:

"So, we can use the interconnected ocean to influence other people's consciousness and achieve the goal of curing certain mental illnesses?"

Is this the mystical foundation and extraordinary ability of the "psychologist"? But it seems that it is not enough, there is still something missing, such as the sky above, the sky that covers everything? Audrey thought with a confused and curious expression.

"You are really talented in this area!" Eslant praised with surprise, "But we can only influence the surrounding sea area, and through it influence the people nearby. If we rashly go deep and explore the 'ocean', it is easy to lose ourselves."

She looked up at the ornate and complicated clock on the wall and smiled.

"Time is up. Today's class ends here. Miss Audrey, if you are interested in this school of psychology, we can continue the discussion next time."

"Okay." Audrey stood up and saluted.

As she watched him leave, she nodded thoughtfully:

Ms. Eslant doesn't seem like a real "psychologist". At most, she is a "mind reader" like me...

What she just talked about was the theoretical basis of Psychological Alchemy?

They are really patient, why haven't they recruited me yet...

While Audrey was lost in thought, Susie said happily:

"Audrey, I feel like she's the same person as us. No, the same dog. No, that's not right... Woof!"

Susie, who had only just begun to master human language, was suddenly confused and could not find the exact words to describe her feelings.

…………

South of the Bridge, Rose Street, outside the Harvest Church.

Klein, dressed normally, looked up at the Holy Symbol of Life on the outer wall, took his cane, climbed the steps, and walked through the door.

The first thing he had to do was to confirm the situation.

Only in this way can he perform better, so as to rescue the vampire Emlyn White cleverly and without arousing suspicion, and then, as a detective who provides clues, accept the thanks of the White family and receive the applause of the audience.

It’s going to be an interesting show.

The Harvest Church was not big, with only one prayer hall. Klein found a seat by the aisle, took off his hat, and looked forward.

Bishop Utravsky was preaching. His height of over two meters and twenty and his sturdy physique that could not be concealed by his loose priest robes gave people a great sense of oppression.

However, his expression was unusually gentle, with praise and gratitude for life.

No one dared to make a noise in front of such a "priest". The few believers listened quietly, and from time to time made the unique prayer gestures of the Church of Mother Earth.

Klein observed carefully and waited patiently, neither arrogant nor impatient.

As the sermon came to an end, he gripped his cane and prepared to rise for the follow-up.

At this moment, a man wearing the priest robe of the Church of Mother Earth came in from the door leading to the back room of the church.

He looked to be about 28 or 29 years old, with black hair, red eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He was handsome but not masculine enough. It was Emlyn White.

Klein's mouth opened little by little until he could hardly close it.

Shouldn't this guy be locked in the basement?

Hadn't he been shouting that he must stick to his beliefs and never follow Bishop Utravsky's ideas?

Emlyn White distributed things related to the Holy Communion to believers one by one, and finally stopped in front of Klein.

Klein's thoughts raced, and he immediately lowered his voice and said:

"You are Emlyn White, right? Your parents asked my friend to find you.

"Why are you here? Did something happen to you? Do you need help?"

Emlyn White lost his characteristic arrogance and smiled a little better than crying.

"No, I'll be home soon."

He pursed his lips, shook his head and forced a smile:

"I am already a believer in the Mother Goddess, no, a priest."

This answer was completely beyond Klein's expectations. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. He could only shout in his mind:

"Hey, last time at the Harvest Church, you were very determined to say that you worshiped the moon and would never convert to the Mother Earth. How long has it been since then, and you gave in?

“Isn’t this too fast?

"Where is your persistence? Where is your integrity?

"My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even began...

"This, this is not in line with common sense!"

Klein opened his mouth and suddenly realized something was wrong:

Why did Emlyn White tell me about conversion?

I'm just a detective who stumbled upon him while passing by...

He wants me to pass this message to his parents?

Is there another meaning hidden in this?

Just as Klein was guessing the reason, Emlyn White put away his worries and said with a smug smile:

“You don’t need to act, Mr. Detective.

"Or should I call you the new owner of the master key?

"Hehe, for noble vampires, everyone has a different smell and different blood characteristics. Even though I was locked in the basement at the time, I could smell and remember your smell."