In Audrey's heart, there had always been a hidden understanding. Rainbow Salamander = Rainbow Salamander's pituitary gland = palm-sized Beyonder material with a soft, hilly surface and constantly changing colors.
So, what did this have to do with the three-meter-long, knee-high behemoth in front of her?
For a moment, she was in a daze. She only snapped out of it when she heard Susie's voice. She pretended to be satisfied and said to the butler,
"This is exactly the animal specimen I need."
"Hmm … It's just a little bigger than I imagined, just a little."
"Lead the servants to move them to the warehouse. I'll study them when I'm free."
"Yes, Miss!" The butler immediately ordered the surrounding servants who were peeking at their master to get to work.
Audrey looked around and didn't say anything else. She led Susie into the manor's study and used the excuse that she needed to focus on writing her brother's reply. She left all the maids outside.
When the dissection is done, there will be two portions of the Rainbow Salamander's pituitary gland … One portion will be used to exchange for a Farsman Rabbit's spinal fluid, which can be concocted into a bottle of Telepathist potion … Audrey gradually shook off the shock and confusion from before and began thinking about how to advance Susie.
At that moment, she thought of a serious problem.
She didn't know if Susie had digested the potion!
If she hadn't digested it, consuming the Telepathist potion would easily cause her to lose control … She wasn't like humans. She could endure it. Wait, she endured it the first time! And her current IQ isn't any lower than a ten-year-old child's. S-she's already learning Rouen words. She said she wanted to read newspapers and magazines and read books … Audrey was silent for a few seconds. She glanced at the golden retriever who was squatting at the side and didn't know what was going on.
"Susie, have you completely digested the potion?"
"Digested?" Susie asked in puzzlement.
Audrey had already told her that she had previously consumed a potion and reminded her not to tell anyone, as well as not to tell animals with a certain level of intelligence such as barks and meows.
Audrey nodded slowly and solemnly.
"It's a very strange and unique feeling. It's as if something illusory in your body has broken and merged with your spirit. You can vaguely see one illusory star after another, and you yourself belong to one of them. These stars are attracting each other as if they want to merge into one."
Susie listened quietly and replied briskly,
"Then I should have completely digested it. I had a similar feeling before."
Huh? Susie has completely digested the Spectator potion? But, but, no one had taught her how to act! At most, I would occasionally remind her to observe more and keep a calm mind … Audrey asked in surprise,
"When did you digest it?"
"Last month, the month before last, or even earlier …" Susie tried hard to recall for a while, but seeing that her master's expression was becoming more and more odd, she hurriedly wagged her tail and timidly added, "I can't remember clearly … I'm just a dog. I won't deliberately remember these things, woof."
You're just a dog … But your digestion speed is only slightly slower than mine … Don't tell me that when I communicate with other Beyonders in the future, I have to say that I'm a little better than a dog when it comes to digesting potions … Pui! Audrey, what are you thinking!? Audrey maintained her elegant smile and praised politely, "Very good.
"Very good. I mean, in terms of digesting the magic potion, you did very well."
…
After returning from Leppard's place, Klein took a leisurely nap.
But it didn't take long for him to be woken up by a series of illusory and annoying pleas.
Male? Mr. The Hanging Man, or Little Sun? Is one of the main ingredients for my potion finally coming? Klein carefully identified it for a few seconds and quickly forgot his anger at being disturbed. He quickly got out of bed, took four steps counterclockwise, and went above the gray fog.
He discovered that the crimson star that symbolized The Hanging Man was shrinking and expanding. Hence, he extended his hand, emanated his spirituality, and touched it.
After the customary Honorific Name of The Fool, The Hanging Man prayed,
"… I've already gathered the spinal fluid of the Dark Patterned Black Panther and the marrow crystals of the Spring of the Elves. Please allow me to hold a sacrificial ritual. Please pass them to Mr. World."
That's fast progress … The Hanging Man said that there would be a grand gathering of pirates soon. From the looks of it, it's not soon, but now … He's always being secretive and not telling the truth … Klein nodded indiscernibly.
"Sure."
After a simple sacrificial ritual, Alger held back his urge to ask Mr. Fool if the astral telescope beside Admiral of Stars Cattleya had anything to do with "Him."
And at this moment, Klein had already forgotten about him. He was admiring the two Beyonder ingredients placed on the surface of the long bronze table.
The spinal fluid of a Dark Patterned Black Panther looked like a transparent tube of liquid, but upon careful observation, one would discover that its clarity was divided into levels. The lower it was, the more transparent it became. It was perfectly segmented, fully satisfying the thoughts of an obsessive-compulsive disorder sufferer.
The marrow crystals of the Spring of the Elves were similar to a faded egg. The shell seemed to be very thin, as though it could shatter at a touch. One could hear the sound of flowing water without shaking it.
I should be able to exchange for three hundred pounds in cash and clues to the formula from the Apothecary … My Magicians are only short of the Fog Treant's true roots and sap. I wonder when Little Sun will complete the mission … Klein thought in anticipation.
As for the other supplementary ingredients, he had long bought them from different stores. For example, the water-shaped gems needed to be bought from a jewelry store and ground into powder himself. A five-gram piece cost about two and a half pounds.
Sun didn't make Klein wait too long. On Wednesday evening, he prayed softly and told Mr. Fool that he had prepared the Fog Treant's true roots and sap. He also asked Mr. Fool to pass it to The World.
The Fog Treant's true roots were heart-shaped, brown, and the size of a palm. The front was wrinkled like an elder's skin, while the back was smooth and exquisite like a gem. It was expanding and contracting slightly, as though it still had a certain level of vitality.
Its sap was light green and crystalline. It looked delicious at a glance.
Klein looked at them, feeling a little smug.
In this era, Sequence 7 was the threshold of a Mid-Sequence Beyonder.
This meant that Beyonders could finally bid farewell to the state of being only slightly stronger than ordinary people in certain aspects. They would possess relatively rich Beyonder powers!
Phew … Klein slowly exhaled and returned to his bedroom. He summoned himself and brought the Beyonder ingredients into the real World.
He didn't prepare any additional utensils. After washing the iron stew pot in the kitchen a few times, he began concocting the potion according to the sequence of supplementary ingredients before main ingredients.
With a Clown's control over his body, he quickly completed the prelude and placed the Dark Patterned Black Panther's spinal fluid and the Fog Treant's true roots into the pot.
Sizzle!
Amidst the jarring sound, a pale white fog suddenly rose up and was forcefully pulled back into the pot by an invisible force.
When everything calmed down, Klein quickly poured out the liquid from the pot, not leaving a single drop behind into a transparent glass bottle that he had prepared earlier.
The liquid was rather special. It was as though fireworks were constantly blooming inside. Red, orange, yellow, green, and other colors constantly spread out, constantly disappearing and reappearing.
This was the Magicians potion!
Klein held a one-pound gold coin between his left thumb and index finger, flicked it up, and opened his palm to catch it.
He was using divination to confirm if the potion he had concocted was a success!
Pa!
The gold coin fell, and the portrait faced up, indicating confirmation!
Without any hesitation, Klein put away the gold coin, picked up the potion, and walked out of the kitchen.
At that moment, it was already late. The gas lamp in the room had yet to be lit, and it was pitch-black all around. There was only a faint light near the oriel window, creating a dim scene.
Klein sat on the sofa and used Cogitation to calm his pounding heart, temporarily distancing himself from all his emotions.
After doing all this, he raised the glass bottle, tilted his neck, and drank the Magicians potion.
Gulp! Gulp!
The ice-cold potion flowed down his throat, and countless bubbles burst at every moment.
Just as Klein was experiencing this stimulation, a massive amount of information surged into his mind, blooming like fireworks.
The veins on his forehead bulged, and his head felt like it was about to crack and explode!
However, this wasn't an unbearable state for Klein. The terrifying ravings before entering the gray fog and the evil roar of the True Creator were much more terrifying.
"Hornacis … Flegrea … Hornacis … Flegrea … Hornacis … Flegrea …"
The ethereal temptation reverberated once again as Klein's head expanded and contracted repeatedly. Gradually, he regained his train of thought and began to consciously restrain his thoughts. He outlined the sphere of light, and bit by bit, he approached Cogitation.
After an unknown period of time, his vision recovered. At the same time, he felt his entire body itch, especially his arms.
Klein hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and was surprised to see that the skin on one of his arms was deeply wrinkled, like that of a centenarian. The other had lost its color and turned transparent. He could see the blood vessels, muscles, and veins inside.
This … Could it be that I still lost control? No, I don't think so. This is a residual effect … Klein sat on the sofa in the darkness, leaning forward as he vigilantly observed the abnormality in his arms. It was as if a monster was being nurtured there.
He heard the sounds of passersby on the street outside. He heard Mrs. Stelyn greeting her husband, who had returned home half an hour late. He heard Mr. Sammer complaining about the traffic congestion caused by the narrow roads and the many carriages on the streets.
And none of this had anything to do with Klein. He sat quietly on the sofa in the darkness, watching the wrinkled skin and the transparent state on his arms slowly recover.
Five or six minutes later, everything finally returned to normal. Klein sighed silently.
Thankfully, no one is knocking on the door or ringing the bell at this time … I chose to advance only after completely digesting the Sequence 8 potion. If there are such serious residual effects, it would definitely be rather difficult for those Beyonders who rely on time to temper themselves.
It's no wonder Captain took nine years …
It's no wonder the owner of Evil Dragon Bar, the former Mandated Punisher Captain Swain, never dared to consume the Sequence 7 Seafarer potion …
After sitting in silence for another ten seconds, Klein slowly stood up.
At this moment, he was already a Mid-Sequence Beyonder.
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