Dunn Smith's gray eyes stared straight into Klein's eyes for a full minute without saying a word.
Under such silence and the pressure of the gaze, Klein didn't shrink back. He didn't move his eyes away as he stared back firmly.
"You should understand that once you consume the potion, there's no chance for regret." Finally, Dunn spoke again. His voice was deep and emotionless.
Klein smiled.
"I know, but I respect the voice in my heart."
First of all, Sleepless didn't meet his requirements. The Spectator in the Tarot Gathering was the same based on the description. He didn't know when he would be able to make contact with the other Beyonder pathways, so there was no need to wait. By the same logic, Corpse Collector was eliminated, leaving only Mystery Pryer and Seer.
Under the premise that Sequence potions were equally dangerous, and in the situation where he couldn't obtain any more information, with the fact that Mystery Pryer and Seer both fit the requirements, it didn't matter if Emperor Roselle had casually written it down, or if he really regretted not choosing Apprentice, Marauder, or Seer. It was enough to tip the scales in his heart.
Furthermore, from his notes, as long as he could understand the true meaning of "digestion" and "acting," he could avoid the negative effects of the potion to the greatest extent. As for the whispers and illusory temptations that caused people to fall into madness, even if he didn't become a Beyonder, he would still be able to come into contact with them!
"Alright." Dunn Smith stood up and picked up his black halved top hat. As he wore it, he said, "Follow me underground."
Klein nodded and gave a gentleman's bow in gratitude.
Tap. Tap. Tap. The two of them went down, their footsteps echoing in the quiet and empty staircase and aisle.
Klein suddenly felt a little nervous as he tried to strike up a conversation.
"Captain, you said that after consuming the potion, one doesn't directly obtain the corresponding mysticism knowledge, but only the qualifications to learn and grasp them. Then, where did the mysticism knowledge come from in the first place? Did the sages risk their lives to figure it out bit by bit, or did it come from something else? "
Every time he came underground, he could feel that the air here was quite fresh. Obviously, the ventilation here was very good. However, in this kind of environment, the occasional gust of wind that blew was really frightening.
Dunn tilted his head and glanced at him. His gray eyes were unusually deep in the darkness.
He calmly replied,
"Firstly, the exploration, summarization, and improvement that you mentioned. Secondly, the blessing of the gods. Thirdly, heh, those dangerous' whispers' that others could not hear were not always crazy and meaningless. Sometimes, sometimes, they would still talk about mysterious things. But as far as I know, those who really listened to these whispers for a long period of time all went mad or degenerated into monsters. Of course, we have to thank them. The notes they left behind are valuable treasures in the field of mysticism."
'A lab rat in human form …' The underground was cold, and Klein suddenly shuddered.
That luck enhancement ritual of mine that turned into friendship magic, will it always be accompanied by those crazy and terrifying 'whispers'? Will it bring about the same effects?
At the crossroads, Dunn did not proceed to Chanis Gate, nor did he turn towards the Weapons, Materials, and Documentation Vault. Instead, he brought Klein and chose to approach Saint Selena Cathedral on the left.
Midway, he stopped. It was unknown what he had triggered, but it opened a secret door.
"This is the Alchemy Lab of our Nighthawks team. I will get Old Neil to retrieve the Seer potion formula and the corresponding ingredients from Chanis Gate. Heh, you're in luck. The Goddess is watching over you. There should still be two portions of the Seer ingredients left. Otherwise, you'll have to wait a long time." Dunn pointed at the room behind the door and said, "Wait here and watch the entire process of Old Neil concocting the potion. This is the most basic thing in mysticism. Yes, don't touch the items inside. They are either very dangerous, very expensive, or both."
Having said that, Dunn added, "By the way, I forgot something again.
You became a Beyonder because of the need to deal with danger and search for the notebook. The credit is only a portion of it, so you can't become an official member of the team for now. You'll still be a clerk, and you'll still receive the corresponding salary. You'll still do what I arranged for you, but you'll have to learn a lot of mysticism knowledge from Old Neil. Make your own arrangements. "
"Alright." Apart from being a little resentful about not getting a raise, Klein agreed wholeheartedly.
According to Dunn, after consuming the potion and going through the process of learning and mastering it, he would become an official member and participate in missions related to supernatural events. He really didn't know how to spell the word 'death'.
Dunn turned around and took two steps towards the crossroads before he suddenly turned back.
Suddenly, he turned back and said, "There's one more thing."
I knew it … Klein was already used to Captain's "style."
"We've gained something from the Secret Order's previous operations." Dunn said with his usual expression. "For the time being, they probably won't dare to provoke us again, but don't be careless. For the time being, we can't confirm the importance of the Antigonus family's notebook to them. From what we discovered, they do retain some ancient customs. We can confirm that it has something to do with the Solomon Empire and the fallen nobles of that time."
"Got it. Thank you, Captain." Klein exhaled.
This was also one of the reasons why he didn't want to wait and couldn't wait to seize the opportunity to become a Beyonder!
After watching Dunn leave and confirming that he wouldn't turn back to add anything else, Klein slowly walked into the alchemy room.
There were long tables with test tubes, pipettes, scales, and beakers. It looked like the chemistry laboratory he had seen in his previous life, except that it was simpler and older.
Apart from that, there were also large cauldrons, black wooden spoons, transparent crystal balls, and strange symbols like the Dark Sacred Emblem that could be seen everywhere. They gave off a mysterious vibe.
Klein looked around with interest, but he didn't touch or touch anything.
After a while, he heard footsteps. Old Neil walked in with a small silver chest with complicated patterns. He was still wearing a classic black robe that didn't match the style of the times, and he wore a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color.
"Little guy, I didn't expect you to choose Seer." As Old Neil put down the silver chest, he glanced at Klein with his slightly turbid, dark red eyes. "You have the same character as I did back then. Not bad. Light up these few gas lamps and close the secret door."
"Alright." Klein held back his trembling and lit up the gas lamps in the alchemy room, allowing the dim light to rule over the place once again.
After the secret door was closed, he turned around and came to the side of the white-haired Old Neil, who had deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. He saw Old Neil using a few strange tree branches to brush the black cauldron.
"The concoction of Sequence potions is very simple, at least for those below Sequence 7. There's no need for special flames, additional rituals, or even incantations. There's no need for the spirituality of the body to participate. All you need to do is to accurately add the ingredients according to the order on the formula and stir it." Old Neil's wrinkles seemed to bloom as he smiled.
"Really?" Klein asked in surprise.
This sounds as simple as my luck enhancement ritual …
Man, it's a little scary just thinking about it …
"Perhaps this is a gift from God. Praise the Lady." Old Neil drew a circle on his chest in an extremely irregular manner.
Following that, he opened the silver chest and took out an ancient scroll of goatskin.
The yellowish-brown goatskin unfolded inch by inch, revealing the words written on it. Klein looked into the distance and realized that it was Hermes, which he was familiar with.
They were written in blood-like ink and seemed to retain the feeling of flowing, but other than that, there was nothing extraordinary about it.
"Seer: 100 milliliters of pure water + 13 drops of night vanilla juice + 7 golden mint leaves …" Klein silently recited the contents of the formula, but the subsequent parts happened to be blocked by Old Neil's elbow, preventing him from seeing them.
"Pure water is water that has been repeatedly distilled. It just so happens that I've made it before, so there's no need to waste time." As Old Neil introduced it, he familiarly picked up a large sealed glass bottle from the long table.
He opened the lid and casually poured about 100 milliliters of pure water into the cauldron.
Klein didn't dare to ask, afraid that he would affect the concoction process. After all, he had to drink the potion he concocted.
"13 drops of night vanilla juice. This can be extracted and turned into essential oil for preservation." Old Neil took out a small brown bottle from the silver chest, and with the aid of a pipette, he easily dripped 13 drops into the cauldron.
A faint but calming fragrance emanated, and Klein's mood unknowingly became calm.
"7 golden mint leaves …" Old Neil picked up the silver patterned tin can, opened the lid, and pinched out a few pieces with his bare hands. He sprinkled them into the cauldron, and a fresh and stimulating smell was faintly discernible.
"4, 5, 6, 7. Just right." Old Neil chuckled and looked at the potion formula on the goatskin. "3 drops of Poison Hemlock Juice. You can't drink this carelessly. It will numb your entire body and you will die in a stiff state. In ancient times, it was the best choice for suicide."
I'm not stupid … Klein silently lampooned.
Old Neil switched to a pipette and dripped the Poison Hemlock Juice into the cauldron. It was mixed with a strange smell that made one's mind clear.
"9 grams of dracaena powder." Old Neil calmly reached into the silver chest and picked up a transparent test tube. The powder inside was as black as iron.
He used a beaker, a balance, and other items to weigh the 9 grams of powder. He casually poured it into the cauldron and stirred it with a black wooden spoon. Klein's liver trembled as he watched. He felt that it wasn't very reliable.
"Actually, these ingredients are all supplementary. Adding more or less won't affect the final effect. Should I add more?" Old Neil joked. "The remaining two are the key. The amount can be slightly less, but it can't deviate too much. Otherwise, your 'advancement' will fail. Yes, the amount can't be too much, even if it's just a little bit. Otherwise, you'll have to treat your mental problems after taking it. It's not impossible for you to die directly."
Klein immediately tensed up and watched as Old Neil took out a black glass bottle from the silver chest.
"10 milliliters of Lavos Octopus's blood. 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 uniqueness. It has to be stored in an opaque material." Old Neil's tone was no longer relaxed. He quickly and carefully extracted 10 milliliters of blood with a test tube.
The blood was as blue as the sky. From time to time, it would gurgle with illusory bubbles, as if it was connected to the spiritual World.
"Pour the blood in the test tube into the cauldron. Don't care about the remaining bit on the wall. This is to prevent overuse," Old Neil said in a low voice.
As soon as the blue blood entered the cauldron and came into contact with the previous liquid, there was a splashing sound. The surrounding light was dyed blue, giving Klein a strange feeling of distance and familiarity.
It seemed to be the experience of being in a mother's womb. It made one's soul feel elevated.
"The last item, 50 grams of Star Crystal." Old Neil's voice rang in Klein's ears. He snapped out of his daze and looked at the long table again.
In the old man's hand was an extremely pure crystal. Furthermore, the crystal was gelatinous, like jelly on Earth. It lacked sufficient hardness.
Under the illumination of the blue light, it reflected specks of light. It was as if there was a resplendent starry sky hidden within it.
"This is an excellent material for making divination crystals … Just a little less to consider the margin of error." Old Neil weighed it as he used a patterned silver knife to cut it.
"Pure water + night vanilla + golden peppermint leaf + poison hemlock juice + dragon's blood + Lavos Octopus blood + Star Crystal = Seer …" At that moment, Klein couldn't help but recall the formula.
After the preparations were done, Old Neil threw a few small pieces of Star Crystal into the cauldron.
Sizzle!
An illusory fog instantly appeared, turning the alchemy room into a blur.
In the fog, Klein seemed to see the starry sky. He also felt like he was being watched by an invisible existence.
A few seconds later, the fog dissipated. Old Neil used a black wooden ladle to scoop out the viscous, dark blue liquid from the cauldron. It had a strange characteristic. It was connected to each other without separating. As a result, there was nothing left in the black cauldron.
The dark blue liquid was poured into an opaque cup. Old Neil pointed at it.
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