Dunn Smith's gray eyes stared directly into Klein's and he didn't speak for a full minute.
Under such silence and pressure from such gazes, Klein did not flinch or look away, but stared back at the other person firmly.
"You should understand that once you take the potion, there will be no chance to regret it." Finally, Dunn spoke again, his voice low and emotionless.
Klein smiled and said:
"I know, but I respect my inner voice."
Firstly, the "Sleepless One" does not meet his needs. The same is true for the "audience" in the "Tarot Party" according to the description. As for other extraordinary channels, he does not know when they can be contacted, and they are of little use. Therefore, there is no need to wait. By the same token, the "Corpse Collector" is also ruled out, leaving only the "Mystery Peeper" and the "Fortune Teller" as options.
Under the premise that sequence potions are equally dangerous, and in the absence of more information, and in the face of the fact that both "Secret Peeper" and "Fortune Teller" meet the requirements, whether Emperor Roselle wrote it casually or really regretted not choosing one of "Apprentice", "Thief" and "Fortune Teller", it was enough to tilt the balance in his heart.
And from his notes, it can be seen that as long as one can figure out the true meaning of "digestion" and "acting", the negative effects of the potion can be avoided to the greatest extent. As for the whispers and illusory sex that lead people to depravity and madness, even if one does not become a Beyonder, one has been exposed to them!
"Okay." Dunn Smith stood up, took his half-high black top hat, and said as he put it on, "Come with me to the underground."
Klein nodded and performed the gentlemanly salute in gratitude.
Tap, tap, tap! The two of them walked down, their footsteps lingering in the silent and empty stairs and corridors.
Klein suddenly became a little nervous and said something to make conversation:
"Captain, you said that after taking the potion, one will not directly obtain the corresponding mystical knowledge, but will only be qualified to learn and master it. Where did the original mystical knowledge come from? Did the sages risk their lives to figure it out bit by bit, or did it come from somewhere else?"
Every time he came underground, he could feel that the air here was quite fresh. Obviously, the ventilation was very good. However, in this kind of environment, the occasional gust of wind was really scary.
Dunn turned his head to glance at him, his grey eyes looking unusually deep in the dim light.
He replied calmly:
"First, it's the exploration, summary, and improvement you mentioned. Second, it's the gift of the gods. Third, those dangerous 'whispers' that others can't hear are not always crazy and meaningless. Occasionally, they still tell something about the mystery. But as far as I know, those who really listen to them and listen for a long time have all gone crazy or degenerated into monsters. Of course, we have to thank them. The notes they left behind are precious treasures in the field of mysticism."
Humanoid white mice? The coldness from underground invaded, and Klein suddenly shuddered:
Will my "lucky change ritual" that became a "friendship magic" always be accompanied by those crazy and scary "whispers" and will it have the same effect?
When they reached the crossroads, Dunn did not go to the "Chaness Gate" or turn to the "Weapons, Materials and Documents Library". Instead, he took Klein and chose to approach the Church of St. Selena on the left.
Halfway through his walk, he paused, and something triggered a secret door that opened.
"This is the 'alchemy room' of our Nighthawks team. I will ask Old Neil to go to Chanis Gate to get the formula and materials for the 'Fortune Teller' potion. Ha, you are lucky. The goddess blesses you. There should be two copies of the 'Fortune Teller' related materials left. Otherwise, you will have to wait for a long time." Dunn pointed to the room inside the door and said, "You wait here and watch the whole process of Old Neil preparing the potion. This is the most basic thing in mysticism. Well, don't touch the items inside. They are either very dangerous, very expensive, or both dangerous and expensive."
At this point, Dunn added as before:
"Oh, I forgot something. You became a Beyonder because you needed to deal with danger and find the notes. Merit only accounts for a part of it. So, you can't be transferred to a formal team member for the time being. You are still a civilian, still get the corresponding salary, and still do the things I arranged before. You just have to follow Old Neil to learn a lot of mystical knowledge. You can arrange your time by yourselves."
"Okay." Klein agreed with everything except the fact that he was a little bit unhappy about not getting a pay raise.
According to Dunn, after taking the potion and going through the process of learning and mastering, one can directly become a formal team member and participate in tasks related to supernatural events. I really don't know how to write the word "death".
Dunn turned around and took two steps toward the crossroads, then suddenly turned back and said:
"One more thing."
I knew Klein was already used to the captain's similar "style".
"We have gained some results from our previous actions against the Secret Society." Dunn said calmly, "In the short term, they probably won't dare to provoke us again, but don't be careless, because we can't confirm the importance of the Antigonus family's notes to them. From what we have discovered, they do retain some ancient customs, which can be confirmed to be related to the Solomon Empire and the corrupt nobles of that time."
“I understand. Thank you, Captain.” Klein exhaled.
This is also one of the reasons why he is unwilling to wait and can't wait to seize the opportunity to become an extraordinary person!
After watching Dunn walk away and confirming that he would not come back to replenish his knowledge, Klein slowly walked into the alchemy room.
There were long tables with test tubes, droppers, balances and beakers on them. It looked very much like the chemistry laboratories he had seen in his previous life, only simpler and more ancient.
In addition, there are items such as large iron pots, black wooden spoons, clear crystal balls, and strange symbols such as the dark holy emblem that can be seen everywhere, which create a sense of mystery out of thin air.
Klein looked around with interest, but he didn't touch anything.
After a while, footsteps were heard, and Old Neil walked in carrying a small silver box with complex patterns. He was still wearing a classic black robe that did not conform to the characteristics of the times, and a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color. ..
"Little guy, I didn't expect you to choose 'Fortune Teller'." Old Neil put down the small silver box and glanced at Klein with his slightly cloudy dark red eyes. "You are just as unique as I was back then, and you don't follow the crowd. Good, light up these gas lamps and close the secret door."
“Okay.” Klein suppressed his trembling and lit the gas lamps in the alchemy room one by one, allowing the dim light to dominate the place again.
Ta, ta, ta! The secret door closed. He turned around and walked to old Neil, who had gray hair and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. He saw that the other party was brushing the big black iron pot with a few strange branches tied together.
"The preparation of sequence potions is very simple, at least those below the sequence. No special flames are required, no additional rituals are required, and even no spells are required. No spiritual participation is required. Just add the ingredients in the order on the recipe, and stir it, and you're done." Old Neil smiled so hard that his wrinkles seemed to bloom.
"Really?" Klein asked in surprise.
This sounds as simple as my own "lucky change ritual"
Hiss, it’s a bit scary to think about it.
"Perhaps this is a gift from the gods. Praise the goddess." Old Neil drew a circle on his chest in a very irregular manner.
Then he opened the small silver box and took out a roll of parchment that looked antique.
The yellow-brown parchment unfolded inch by inch, revealing the words on it. Klein looked far away and found that it was the Hermetic language that he was familiar with.
They were written with blood-like ink, and seemed to retain the feeling of flow, but beyond that, there was no other extraordinary feeling.
"'Fortune Teller': 100 ml of pure water + 3 drops of nightshade juice + a piece of golden mint leaf." Klein silently recited the contents of the formula, but the subsequent part was blocked by Old Neil's elbow and he could not see it.
"Pure water is water that has been distilled repeatedly. It just so happens that I have made it before, so there is no need to waste time." Old Neil introduced while skillfully taking a large sealed glass bottle with a scale on the long table.
He opened the lid and casually poured about 100 ml of pure water into the large iron pot.
Klein didn't dare to ask, fearing that it would affect the other party's preparation. After all, he had to drink the potion himself.
"Three drops of night-blooming angelica juice. This can be extracted and made into essential oil for preservation." Old Neil took out a small brown bottle from the silver box and, with the help of a dropper, easily dripped three drops into the large iron pot.
A light and soothing fragrance diffused out, and Klein's mood unconsciously became peaceful.
"A piece of golden mint leaf." Old Neil picked up the tin can with silver patterns, opened the lid, pinched out a few leaves with his bare hands, and sprinkled them into the big iron pot. The fresh and stimulating smell could be faintly smelled.
"Four, five, just right." Old Neil chuckled and glanced at the potion formula on the parchment. "Three drops of violet juice. You can't drink this stuff carelessly. It will paralyze your whole body and make you die stiffly. In ancient times, it was the best choice for suicide."
I’m not stupid, Klein muttered inwardly.
Old Neil changed the dropper and dripped the hemlock juice into the big iron pot, mixing together a strange smell that sobered people's minds.
"Dragon Blood Grass Powder." Old Neil calmly reached into the small silver box and picked up a transparent test tube. The powder inside was as dark black as iron.
He used a beaker, a scale, and other items to weigh grams of powder, then poured it into a large iron pot and stirred it twice with a black wooden spoon. Klein was terrified by this and felt that it was not very reliable.
"In fact, the above ingredients are just auxiliary. Adding more or less will not affect the final effect. How about I add more?" Old Neil joked, "The remaining two are the key. The amount can be slightly less, but not too much, otherwise your 'promotion' will fail. Well, their amount must not be too much, even just a little bit, otherwise you will have to treat mental problems after taking them, and there are also cases of direct death."
Klein immediately tensed up and watched Old Neil take out a black glass bottle from the silver box.
"Lava octopus' blood, 0 ml. This octopus is an extraordinary species with obvious mutations. Its body is covered with mysterious symbols. Its blood will quickly decompose under the sun and lose its special properties. It must be preserved with opaque materials." Old Neil's tone was no longer relaxed. He quickly and carefully took 0 ml of blood with a test tube.
The blood was as blue as the sky, and from time to time it gurgled out of illusory bubbles, as if it was connected to the spiritual world.
"Pour the blood in the test tube into the test tube. Don't worry about the remaining blood on the wall. This is to prevent overdose." Old Neil whispered.
As soon as the azure blood entered the iron pot and came into contact with the previous **, a splashing sound suddenly came from inside, and the light around it was dyed light blue, giving Klein a strange feeling of being distant and familiar.
It seemed like the experience of being in the mother's womb, which made the soul feel like it was climbing higher.
"The last item, star crystal, 50 grams." Old Neil's voice sounded beside Klein's ears, bringing him back to his senses and looking back at the long table.
In the old gentleman's hand, there was a piece of extremely pure crystal, and the crystal was gelatinous, like jelly on Earth, lacking sufficient hardness.
Under the light of pale blue, it reflects a little bit of brilliance, as if there is a bright starry sky hidden inside its body.
"This is the best material for making divination crystals, but it's a little less to allow for error." Old Neil weighed and cut with a patterned silver knife.
“Pure water + nightshade + golden mint leaves + poison lily juice + dragon blood grass + Lava octopus blood + star crystal = fortune teller.” At this time, Klein couldn’t help but recall the formula.
After everything was ready, Old Neil threw a few small pieces of "Star Crystal" into the big iron pot.
Sizzle!
An illusory mist suddenly appeared, making the alchemy room hazy.
In this mist, Klein seemed to see the starry sky, and seemed to feel the gaze of some invisible existence.
After a few seconds, the fog dissipated, and Old Neil used a black wooden spoon to scoop out a sticky dark blue liquid from the large iron pot. They had a strange property: they were connected to each other and never separated, so that there was not a single drop left in the black iron pot.
The dark blue liquid was poured into an opaque cup. Old Neil pointed at it and said:
"Okay, your 'Fortune Teller' potion."