8pm, Harvest Church.

Klein changed back into his normal attire and quietly looked around while pressing the brim of his hat. Then he stepped into the hall and walked towards Emlyn White, who was standing in front of three rows of candles on the right.

At the vampire's feet was a black suitcase, the surface of which seemed to be covered with a layer of "spiritual wall".

Noticing Sherlock Moriarty coming in, Emlyn was delighted at first, but then he became alert.

He bent down to pick up the suitcase, took a few steps diagonally backward, and moved closer to Father Utravsky who was praying intently.

This is because they are afraid that I will forcibly seize the extraordinary materials... Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:

"Let me verify first whether they are the two materials I need."

Emlyn White combed his hair with his hands, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and unfastened the secret button with a snap.

The “spiritual wall” then broke apart and turned into a breeze that passed through the prayer hall.

Klein, who had already opened his spiritual vision, immediately saw bursts of strange and brilliant light, which were the spiritual brilliance of many extraordinary characteristics.

There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one is made of white tin, with many patterns, simple and heavy, and the other is a pure paper box.

Emlyn held the black suitcase in one hand and opened the silvery but slightly dull tin box. The items inside looked like peeled walnuts, yellow-brown in color, with bumps and depressions like the texture of a brain.

As the candle flame flickered, its appearance kept changing. Sometimes it was gray and wrinkled, sometimes it was dark brown and extremely smooth, and sometimes it was a mixture of the two colors, outlining a "face" without facial features.

As soon as he saw it, Klein felt that the power of the potion that had been completely digested and integrated into his body was slightly moving, like a magnet encountering an opposite pole.

He used the ability of "Joker" to control his body and suppressed the feeling of mutual attraction. He already knew in his heart that it was the genuine mutated pituitary gland in the brain of the Thousand Faces Hunter.

It seems that what Emperor Roselle guessed in his diary is indeed possible. High-sequence items from the same path will intermittently and unconsciously attract mid- and low-sequence Beyonders to its vicinity, and they tend to gather together... Although the mutant pituitary gland in the brain of the Thousand Faces Hunter is still far from being high-sequence and will not have that kind of magical attraction, it has enough enriched Beyonder characteristics. In addition, I have also digested the Sequence 7 potion. When the two are close enough, similar signs appear...

I didn’t notice it before. First, the corresponding Beyonder materials were of low grade. Second, my own strength was poor and the sequence was not enough… Oh, by the way, every time I digested the potion, an illusory starry sky seemed to appear around me, with many bright stars in it. They were pulling each other and trying to get closer… This might be the picture of the “aggregation” law of Beyonder characteristics within the same path, and the greater the “mass”, the stronger the gravitational force…

So, would the extraordinary properties of similar roads conform to this law?

Klein recalled the records in Roselle's diary without changing his expression, and combined with his own experience of digesting the potion three times, he roughly determined the existence of a certain law.

Emlyn White glanced at him warily, quickly closed the tin box, and opened the paper box next to it.

The inside of the paper box was padded with dense cotton, and in the center lay a glass bottle that could hold 200 ml of liquid. Half of it was empty, and the rest was filled with a viscous liquid that could change its color with the light.

"Any more questions?" Emlyn closed the box.

“Let me confirm again.” Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers, as if it had a life of its own.

clang!

The gold coin bounced up, then fell down, and spread out in Klein's palm.

This time, the portrait is facing upwards, indicating affirmation.

Klein nodded slightly and took out stacks of banknotes from different pockets of his clothes. There were 10-pound notes, 5-pound notes, and 1-pound notes.

“1,450 pounds.” Klein piled up the cash and placed it on the table and chair next to him.

"Step back a few steps, no, five steps!" Emlyn shouted cautiously.

Klein smiled, raised his hands, and took five steps back.

Emlyn approached carefully and checked whether there was any white paper in the pile of cash.

After a brief count, he threw the suitcase in his hand to the trading partner.

Klein was startled, but he caught the suitcase with agility and accurate judgment.

He was afraid that the glass bottle would break and the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter would seep out.

Emlyn White took this opportunity to collect the money and quickly retreated to the side of Father Utravsky.

He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the scene just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:

He and Emlyn turned the Mother Earth Church into an arms or drug deal...

After confirming the status of the two materials, Klein snapped his fingers, lighting the matches he had specially separated from his pocket, and letting the suddenly rising red flames envelop him.

When the flames subsided, he had disappeared.

——Because he often met Emlyn White at the Harvest Church, he didn’t mind being known by Father Utravsky that he was the Beyonder who helped him eliminate his dark personality. He even thought that this could establish some friendship.

Emlyn, who was counting the money, looked up and saw this scene, and was stunned for two seconds.

He pursed his lips and whispered to himself:

"My suitcase...

"My tin box..."

…………

On the street illuminated by gas lamps, a horse-drawn carriage rolled over puddles and headed towards the edge of Queens.

Fors had already told his good friend Hugh Dilcha that he had a teacher and had taken another dose of the "Apprentice" potion.

After confirming that she showed no signs of losing control, Xio looked out the window at the gas street lamp that was much taller than him, and asked in confusion:

"I've always wondered why it was stored in the form of ingredients instead of potions? Your teacher could have prepared the potions in advance and brought them here, so you don't have to be so busy on site."

Fors smiled faintly and said:

"I asked him about this issue, and he said there are two main reasons. First, different Beyonder materials have different uses. Once they are mixed into potions, they cannot be used flexibly. Second, Beyonder properties can be preserved when solidified, but cannot be preserved after they are turned into potions, unless there are special isolation techniques."

"Why?" Xio asked in surprise, "This isn't an ordinary potion or extraordinary weapon. The spirituality will continue to dissipate and decay."

Fors didn't feel like laughing, but she had to keep smiling:

"It's not a problem of characteristic loss. It's that once extraordinary materials are turned into magic potions, not only humans can absorb them, but other creatures and even inanimate materials can also absorb them. It's just that it will be much slower. For example, I use a glass bottle to store magic potions. It seems that there is no problem, but maybe after a few days, the glass bottle will completely 'drink' the magic potion and turn it into a special magical item. It may even open up a certain amount of wisdom. Of course, my teacher said that this situation has great side effects and is like the legacy of a person who has lost control.

"The seven major churches and certain secret forces have mastered special isolation techniques, but they are quite troublesome and will not be used on low- and medium-sequence potions."

"It's amazing!" Xio exclaimed sincerely.

She glanced outside again and said in a low voice:

“We’re almost there.”

She and Fors came to attend the Beyonder gathering convened by Mr. A.

Fors smiled with a broken heart:

"I hope to have the stomach of a soul eater."

Before leaving, her teacher Dorian Gray taught her acting skills and gave her a recipe for a "Master of Magic" potion, asking her to try to find the extraordinary materials herself. If she still couldn't find them by the time the "Apprentice" potion was digested, she could write to him for help.

This made Fors fall into a state of confusion:

"Why did I spend a lot of money to buy the formula and method of acting of the 'Master of Magic'?"

"So far, the Tarot Club has played the biggest role in my life. The most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mr. The Hanged Man and Miss Justice, as well as Mr. The Fool's interference in divination. Otherwise, I would have been discovered by the teacher a long time ago and would not have been able to become his student..."

"Well, let's just consider it as the price I paid for cancelling the full moon curse..."

As Fors thought about this, he suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A was holding the party had obviously collapsed, and there were even traces of burning in many places.

There had been a fierce battle here... Who was fighting Mr. A? The official organization? Fors immediately hinted to Xio and told the driver outside:

"Not here, two streets ahead."

…………

"The Aurora Society's base was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow"

The next morning, Klein saw this news as soon as he opened the newspaper.

"I hope Mr. A dies in this siege." He solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He had already thrown the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand Faced Hunter that he had traded last night onto the gray fog, making sure they would not be lost.

Even if I die, they won’t be lost... Klein forked a piece of bacon and chewed it with confidence.

After last night's transaction, his cash fell back below 1,000 pounds, leaving only 735 pounds, which was enough to buy the hair of the deep-sea naga, and he could no longer take into account the characteristics of the human-skin shadow.

With no better clues and no money, Klein rested at home for a whole morning. After lunch, he dressed up and went out, heading straight to the Backlund Bridge area.

He had previously agreed with Carlson of the Mechanical Heart that if he had any intelligence, he would go to the Lucky Man Bar near the West Balam Dockyard to find him. If the information was particularly important and the other party was not there, he would go directly to the Leverage Church. Anyway, Sherlock Moriarty was not a member of any secret organization, so he did not need to act cautiously.

There weren't many customers at the Lucky Man Bar in the afternoon, and Klein spotted Carlson, who was drinking alone in the corner of the bar.

He walked over, knocked on the table, and reported in a low voice:

“Many people in the East District are spreading the belief in the original Creator.”

Carlson drank pure malt liquor and answered noncommittally:

"I see."

As expected... Klein said in a dark tone, then smiled:

"I have a clue about the tomb of the nobles of the Fourth Epoch."

"ah?"

Carlson paused in his motion of holding the wine glass, turned his head in astonishment to look at Klein, and subconsciously pushed up his thick glasses.

However, he found that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up. Instead, he looked at the bartender several steps away and smiled leisurely:

"A glass of Southwell beer."