In Audrey's mind, there has always been such a latent perception that the colorful lizard dragon = the pituitary gland of the colorful lizard dragon = an extraordinary material that is the size of a palm, has a soft surface with a sense of hills and valleys, and constantly changes colors.

So, what does this have to do with the giant monster in front of us that is three meters long and nearly knee-high?

For a moment, she was a little confused, and only came to her senses when she heard Susie's cry. She pretended to be satisfied and said to the housekeeper:

"This is exactly the taxidermy I need."

"Well... it's just a little bit bigger than I thought."

"You lead the servants to move them to the warehouse, and I will study them in my spare time."

"Yes, miss!" The butler immediately ordered the male servants who were peeking at their master to work.

Audrey looked around and said no more. She led Susie into the study in the main house of the manor, and left all the maids she brought outside, using the excuse that she wanted to concentrate on writing a reply to her brother.

After the autopsy, they turned out to be two pituitary glands of a seven-colored lizard... One was used to exchange for the cerebrospinal fluid of a Falsman rabbit, which could be just enough to make a bottle of "Mind Reader" potion... Audrey gradually got rid of her previous shock and confusion, and began to think about how to get Susie promoted.

At this time, she thought of a serious problem.

That is, she didn't know whether Susie had digested the potion!

If it is not completely digested, then taking the "Mind Reader" potion can easily cause loss of control... She is not like a human, she can force herself to get through it, wait, she forced herself to get through it the first time! And her IQ is no worse than that of a ten-year-old child. She, she is learning words in Loenese. She said she wants to read newspapers and magazines, and books... Audrey was silent for a few seconds, and glanced at the golden retriever squatting next to her, not knowing what was going on:

"Susie, have you completely digested the potion?"

"Digest?" Susie asked in a clear and puzzled voice.

Audrey had already told her that what she had taken was a magic potion, and warned her not to tell anyone else, including dogs, cats, and other intelligent animals.

Audrey nodded slowly and heavily:

"It is a very wonderful and unique feeling. It seems that something illusory in your body has been shattered and merged with your own spirit. You can vaguely see one illusory star after another, and you belong to one of them. These stars are attracted to each other and seem to want to gather into one."

Susie listened quietly and replied briskly:

"Then I should have completely digested it. I've had similar feelings before."

Ah? Susie has completely digested the "audience" potion? But, but, no one has ever taught her how to act! At most, I occasionally remind her to observe more and keep a calm mind... Audrey asked in astonishment:

“When did you digest it?”

"Last month, the month before, or even earlier..." Susie tried to recall for a while, and seeing her master's increasingly strange expression, she hurriedly wagged her tail and added timidly, "I can't remember clearly... I'm just a dog, I won't deliberately remember these things, woof."

It's just a dog... but your digestion is only a little slower than mine... When I talk to other Beyonders in the future, should I say that I am a little better than a dog at digesting potions... Bah, Audrey, what are you thinking! Audrey maintained an elegant smile and gave a polite compliment:

"Very good. I mean, you did a great job digesting the potion."

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After returning from Leppard, Klein took a leisurely nap.

But not long after, he was awakened by the disturbing sound of phantom prayers.

Male? Mr. Hanged Man, or Little Sun? Is one of the main ingredients for my potion finally coming? Klein carefully identified it for a few seconds, quickly forgot his anger at being interrupted, got up quickly, walked four steps backwards, and entered the gray fog.

He found that the crimson star that symbolized the "Hanged Man" was shrinking and expanding, so he stretched out his hand, spreading his spirituality, and touched it.

After giving the customary Fool his honorific name, The Hanged Man prayed:

"...I have collected the spinal fluid of the evil-marked black panther and the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring. Please allow me to hold a sacrificial ceremony and please hand them over to Mr. World."

The progress is very fast... The Hanged Man said that there will be a pirate gathering soon. It seems that it is not soon, but right now... He always speaks in a veiled and half-truthful way... Klein nodded slightly and said:

"Can."

After a simple sacrificial ceremony, Alger resisted the urge to ask Mr. Fool whether the planetarium beside Admiral of the Stars Cattleya was related to Him.

At this time, Klein had already forgotten about him and was admiring the two extraordinary materials placed on the surface of the long bronze table.

The cerebrospinal fluid of the evil-marked black panther is a tube of seemingly transparent liquid, but if you look closely, you will find that its clarity is also layered. The deeper it goes, the more transparent it becomes, and it is perfectly divided into sections, fully satisfying the ideas of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The medullary crystals of the Elf Fountain are similar to faded eggs. The shell seems very thin and may break at the touch. You can hear the sound of flowing water inside without shaking it.

“I should be able to exchange three hundred pounds in cash and clues to the formula from the pharmacist… My ‘magician’ only needs the real roots and juice of the misty tree man. I wonder when the little ‘sun’ will be able to complete the task…” Klein thought with anticipation.

As for other auxiliary materials, he had already bought them in different stores. For example, water-shaped gems needed to be purchased at a jewelry store and ground into powder by himself. A 5-gram gem cost about 2 and a half pounds.

"The Sun" Derrick did not make Klein wait too long. On Wednesday evening, he prayed quietly and told Mr. "Fool" that he had prepared the real roots and juice of the Mist Tree Man, and asked him to pass it on to "the world."

The real root of the Misty Tree Man is heart-shaped, brown, and palm-sized. The front is wrinkled like an old man's skin, and the back is smooth and delicate, like a gem. It is slightly expanding and contracting, and seems to still have a certain vitality.

Its juice is light green and crystal clear, and looks delicious at first glance.

Klein just looked at them, feeling somewhat complacent.

In modern times, Sequence 7 is the threshold to mid-sequence.

This means that extraordinary people have finally bid farewell to the state of being only slightly stronger than ordinary people in some aspects, and will possess relatively abundant extraordinary abilities!

Huh... Klein exhaled slowly and returned to his bedroom. He brought the extraordinary materials into the real world by summoning himself.

He did not prepare any additional utensils. He just scrubbed the iron stew pot in the kitchen several times and began to mix the potion in the order of auxiliary first and then the main part.

With the Joker's control over his body, he quickly completed the prelude and put the Evil Black Panther's spinal fluid and the real roots of the Misty Tree Man into it one after another.

Sizzle!

Amidst the teeth-grinding sound, a light white mist suddenly rose up and was forcibly pulled back into the iron pot by an invisible force.

When everything calmed down, Klein quickly poured out the liquid inside, without leaving a drop, into the transparent glass bottle that had been prepared long ago.

That ** was quite special, as if there were fireworks blooming inside all the time, with colors like red, orange, yellow, green and so on radiating outwards, disappearing and reappearing again and again.

This is the "Magician" potion!

Klein placed the one-pound gold coin between the thumb and index finger of his left hand, flicked it upwards, and opened his palm to catch it.

He was using divination to confirm whether the potion he prepared was successful!

Bang!

The gold coin falls with the portrait facing upwards, indicating affirmation!

Klein no longer hesitated. He put away the gold coins, picked up the potion, and walked out of the kitchen.

At this time, it was already dark, and the gas lamp in the room had not yet been lit. It was pitch black all around, with only a little external light near the bay window creating a dim and gloomy scene.

Klein sat on the sofa and used meditation to calm his inner throbbing, letting all his emotions temporarily leave him.

After doing all this, he took the tall glass bottle, tilted his neck back, and drank the "Magician" potion.

Gulu! Gulu!

As the cold potion flowed down the throat, countless bubbles burst at every moment.

As Klein was experiencing this excitement, a huge amount of information suddenly flowed into his mind, transforming into fireworks blooming one after another.

The veins on his forehead were bulging and his head seemed about to split and explode!

However, this was not a difficult state for Klein to endure. The terrifying mutterings before entering the gray fog and the evil roar of the "True Creator" were much more terrifying than this.

"Honakis...Flegera...Honakis...Flegera...Honakis...Flegera..."

The ethereal and illusory mind returned to him once again. Klein's head expanded and contracted, then expanded and contracted again. He gradually regained his senses and began to consciously control his thoughts, outlining the ball of light and gradually approaching a meditative state.

After an unknown amount of time, his vision returned and he felt itchy all over, especially in his arms.

Klein hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and was shocked to see that the skin on one of his arms was deeply wrinkled, like that of a centenarian, while the other arm had lost its color and became transparent, allowing him to directly see the blood vessels, muscles, and veins inside.

This... is it still a little out of control? No, it shouldn't be. This is a residual effect... Klein sat in the dark, on the sofa, leaning forward, and watching the abnormality of his arms warily, as if a monster was gestating there.

He heard the sound of pedestrians passing on the street outside, heard Mrs. Starling welcoming her husband who came home half an hour late, and heard Mr. Summer complaining about the congestion caused by too many carriages and too narrow roads.

All of this had nothing to do with Klein. He sat quietly on the sofa in the darkness, watching the wrinkled skin and transparent state of his arm recover bit by bit.

After five or six minutes, everything finally returned to normal. Klein sighed silently:

"Luckily, no one came to knock on the door or ring the bell at this time... I completely digested the Sequence 8 potion before choosing to advance, and there are still such serious residual effects. It must be very difficult for those Beyonders who rely on time to polish themselves to get through this level."

"No wonder it took the captain nine years..."

“No wonder the owner of the Dragon Bar, former Punisher Captain Swain, has never dared to take the Sequence 7 Navigator potion…”

After sitting quietly for another ten seconds, Klein slowly stood up.

At this moment, he is already a mid-sequence Beyonder.

At this moment, he is already a "magician".

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