"Clues to the Clown potion."
…
At the seat of honor at the ancient and mottled bronze table, Klein read the divination statement a few times before leaning back and falling into a deep sleep.
His surroundings quickly became peaceful and silent. What he saw in his "eyes" was ethereal and blurry. Countless distorted and indistinguishable scenes flashed past him like drops of dew on a tender flower petal in the morning.
Gradually, Klein grasped his spirituality and regained a certain level of consciousness.
He saw a fireplace in front of him, and in front of it was a rocking chair. Sitting on the rocking chair was an old woman in a black and white dress.
Although she had her head lowered and he couldn't see her face, Klein felt that she was an old lady from the bottom of his heart. He was quite certain of it.
Directly opposite the old lady was a table. On the table were newspapers and tin cans inlaid with silver.
This is … Klein, who found the scene abnormally familiar, quickly recognized what he saw.
This was the place where Ray Bieber and his mother lived!
This was the place where he had seen the Colossus View for the first time!
There are clues to the Clown potion here? Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, the scene around him changed.
It was a grayish-white warehouse hidden in the innermost part of a similar building.
There were white bones scattered inside, and a few lumps of flesh and blood that looked like they had been flattened by a boulder.
In the middle of the warehouse was a grayish-white object the size of a fist. Its surface was covered in ravines, giving off a soft and viscous feeling, as though it was a brain that had been dug out alive.
Just as Klein recognized the place and recalled what it was, the scene in front of him distorted and shattered like a reflection on water, turning into a new, hazy scene.
A naked body was lying on a long table covered with a white cloth. In front of the body floated a ball of blood with a tinge of blue.
Klein immediately frowned and mumbled, "That's right.
"Just now, it was Ray Bieber's hiding place and his remains. Now, it's the thing formed from the suited clown's wrist brand?"
Just as he was trying to guess what these scenes symbolized, the changes in the scene suddenly intensified.
There was a marble coffee table, a leather sofa with one master and two assistant sofas, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
The black-haired, brown-eyed, scholarly Klein Moretti, a plump, fair-skinned, wealthy man, and a beautiful young lady wearing tulle gloves.
There was a middle-aged man in a black robe with thick brown hair that stood on end. There was a fat man with a round body and fair skin. There was an old man in his fifties with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and grayish-blue eyes. There was also a black notebook placed on the round table between them. It gave off an ancient and distant aura.
The Antigonus Family's notebook!
Klein suddenly sat up straight, and there was no trace of the dream left.
Looking at the boundless gray fog and crimson stars outside the magnificent temple, he thought in astonishment and puzzlement,
I was divining for clues regarding the Clown potion … Why would the Antigonus family's notebook appear?
"Let me think, let me think. That rotund fellow is Welch. Right, Welch, the unlucky bastard who bought the Antigonus family's notebook and triggered a series of events … The beautiful young lady wearing a gauze glove is Naya …"
I remember now. That marble coffee table and leather sofa is a symbol of Welch's residence. I saw Spirit Medium Daly there.
In other words, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence. I saw the scene of the original Klein discussing the notebook with his two classmates.
Klein calmed down and regained his composure. His fingers rhythmically tapped on the edge of the long bronze table.
Then, what does the last scene represent? The notebook and Welch appeared. Could it be the scene when he bought the antique? "
One of the other two looked familiar. I think I've seen the middle-aged man in the classic black robe somewhere before … Brown hair like a porcupine, thick dark circles under his eyes … Yes, I know who he is. Hanass Vincent, the Divination Club's Hanass Vincent. Because Selena secretly learned the secret incantation, Captain sneaked into his dream and died peacefully!
Man, he was the one who sold the notebook to Welch?
After going one big round, it's actually connected. The World is really small. No, Tingen is really small! Come to think of it, it's really possible. Hanass Vincent isn't an ordinary fortune-teller. He's clearly in the realm of mysticism and gained the attention of an ancient evil god. He has the means, the ability, and the opportunity to obtain the notebook that the Secret Order accidentally leaked …
It's no wonder Captain and the rest couldn't find out where Welch bought the notebook. They were going in the wrong direction. They were trying to investigate the antique market … Later, when they found out the exact whereabouts of the notebook, they gave up on this attempt.
"It's a pity that Hanass Vincent died not long ago. Otherwise, I could definitely find something related to the notebook from him … As a person who had delved deep into the mysterious field, he should have studied the notebook … His death is really a coincidence!"
But there was another person present, an old man in his fifties. He might know a lot of things.
Klein's fingers stopped tapping on the edge of the table. He went through all the scenes he had seen in the dream divination.
"Ray Bieber's home; Ray Bieber's hiding place; Ray Bieber's remains; the branded item on the tuxedo clown's wrist; Welch's home; the scene of Welch, Naya, and the original owner of the body; the group photo of Welch, Hanass Vincent, and the Antigonus family's notebook … Heh, other than the branded item on the tuxedo clown, everything else is directly related to the Antigonus family's notebook!"
But what I divined was clues to the Clown potion … This isn't scientific. No, this isn't mysticism!
After becoming a Seer, Klein had once tried to divine where Welch had bought the Antigonus family's notebook. However, he hadn't considered the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog, so he hadn't received any revelations. But now, when he was divining another matter, he seemed to have accidentally brought out the truth.
After calming down for more than ten seconds, Klein combined the contents of Rosell's diary and began attempting to interpret the dream from before.
The first possibility is that Zaratul, or the Secret Order, is searching for and pursuing the relics of the Antigonus family. Therefore, the symbolic meaning of this dream is to use matters related to the Antigonus family to lure the Secret Order to appear and obtain the Clown potion formula.
The second possibility is that the Antigonus family's notebook directly recorded the Clown potion formula … The fact that the Zaratul family is searching for traces left behind by the Antigonus family means that they have a very deep relationship. Perhaps they are friends or enemies. Therefore, it's very normal for the Antigonus family to know a portion of their Sequence. There's no need to talk about friends, but enemies know each other the best …
But the second symbolic explanation can't be connected to the branded item on the suited clown. Sigh, I hope it's the second one. Once the Holy Cathedral finds an expert to interpret the notebook, I'll be able to obtain the Clown potion without any risk.
From the looks of it, the first explanation is the most likely, but as a Seer, my intuition tells me that there's a deeper symbolic meaning.
With this in mind, Klein rubbed his forehead. He suddenly had a deep understanding of the limitations of a Seer.
Unless it was a very simple and intuitive symbol, a Seer's interpretation had to be very careful. It was like walking on the edge of an abyss or walking on the surface of a thin ice lake. The suited clown was a living, bloody example of the moment he made a mistake in his interpretation or failed to interpret the most crucial meaning!
At that moment, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of a Seer. It was as if he was just one step away from completely digesting the potion.
"Thank you for using your life to guide me … Praise the Lady!" he whispered as he drew a crimson moon on his chest.
Following that, he divined whether Aztec had good intentions or whether he was a powerful Beyonder. He received positive answers.
At that moment, the continuous divination and the exertion of being above the gray fog made Klein begin to feel exhausted. He had no choice but to stop his thoughts and decide on the key things that he had to do.
I have to find the elder who appeared in the same scene as Welch, Hanass Vincent, and the Antigonus family's notebook as soon as possible!
I can start with the Divination Club.
Run to Mr. Aztec more often. Yes, he might be a Mid-Sequence member of the Life School of Thought, but there's a lack of information that prevents divination …
Phew. Klein exhaled, causing the portrait of an elder with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and grayish-blue eyes to suddenly appear on the goatskin parchment in front of him.
This was the third person present when Welch and Hanass Vincent traded the Antigonus family's notebook!
Looking at the portrait, Klein suddenly fell into a dilemma.
… I don't know how to draw. I've always been the target of criticism in primary school's art classes.
Using ritualistic magic, like Old Neil? But I'm praying to the Goddess … I'm using the uniqueness of the world above the gray fog … If the deities find out, I won't be able to face the world!
Wait, perhaps I can pray to myself! Transmitting a picture is about the same as transmitting a voice … Although I'm temporarily unable to stir the mysterious power above the gray fog, such a trivial matter shouldn't be a problem!
With a train of thought, Klein immediately spread his spirituality and wrapped it around himself, simulating the feeling of falling.
Returning to his bedroom, he casually lit the gas lamp and began "praying" softly.
"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era.
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog.
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.
"I pray for you to give me a revelation. I pray that you will allow me to depict what I see."
After chanting the incantation, Klein didn't sprinkle any essential oils or burn any herbs. He didn't use their powers.
Praying to myself is just that easy!
Suddenly, he heard a murmur. He saw the four black dots that formed a square appear on the back of his hand.
After taking four steps counterclockwise and chanting the incantation, Klein once again passed through the madness and frenzy and returned above the gray fog.
This time, he didn't discover any crimson stars contracting or expanding. However, he noticed that behind the high-back chair at the end of the long bronze table, there was a strange symbol formed by a portion of the Pupil-less Eye and a portion of the Contorted Lines. It was flickering with a faint light as it produced an illusory prayer.
Klein listened attentively. After confirming that there was no mistake, he conjured the portrait of the third person and threw it into the flowing light in the same manner as a response to the prayer.
After doing all of this, he immediately left the mysterious World above the gray fog and returned to his bedroom.
Just as he found his footing, the portrait immediately appeared in front of Klein's eyes. He felt an illusory and weak power imbue him.
He picked up a fountain pen, found a piece of white paper, and gave his wishes.
To Klein's surprise, his right hand moved uncontrollably as it quickly drew lines.
Not long after, he saw the lifelike portrait of the third person.
After writing down the hair color, pupil color, and other characteristics, Klein, whose right hand was twitching slightly, heaved a sigh of relief.
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