In the windowless basement, the rough-looking Alger Wilson sat beside a long table with various utensils and sheepskin scrolls.
In front of him, there was a half-burned candle. The dim yellow flame illuminated the objects and the surface of the long table, making them look like shadows.
Alger's hair was as messy as seaweed. It was dark blue and almost black. He wore a robe embroidered with lightning patterns. His hands were clasped together with his thumbs facing each other. He leaned forward and stared at a bottle of black liquid to the left of the candle.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From time to time, the sound of howling wind could be heard from the sealed bottle, and from time to time, the sound of the surging sea could be heard. In the areas that the black liquid hadn't drowned, a faint mist wriggled, as though it had grown eyes and mouths.
Alger turned his head and glanced at the clock on the wall. He saw that the hour hand was pointing at three o 'clock.
He pinched his Sun acupoint, and his eyes suddenly turned dark. The various utensils on the table also had a subtle luster.
At this moment, he realized that a dark red light surged out of nowhere like a tide and drowned him!
…
Baekeland, Empress Borough, inside the Hall family's luxurious villa.
After sending the dance teacher away, Audrey locked the door and sat upright in front of the dressing table.
Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly, and the flowers were blooming brightly. On the table was a blank notebook bound in light brown parchment. On the right side of the notebook was a pen with a golden tip and a ruby embedded in its body.
Audrey tried to make sure that she could pick up the pen as soon as she left the "gathering" and record the formula.
"I'm really looking forward to it …" She took a deep breath and suppressed her excitement. She pursed her lips and looked at the mirror.
However, she couldn't see herself reflected in the mirror. Only a dark red and illusory light erupted from her surroundings and her body at the same time!
…
Above the gray fog, in the magnificent temple that looked like the residence of a giant king.
Crimson blossomed on both sides of the long bronze table, rising and falling like a fountain, "sculpting" two blurry figures. Their positions were exactly the same as last time.
The tall, blonde Audrey instinctively looked towards the seat of honor, only to see the figure shrouded in thick gray fog leaning back. One of his hands was flat, touching the edge of the table, and the other was lightly stroking his chin.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool!" Audrey shouted in a brisk tone.
Then, she turned her head, looked at the opposite side, and said in the same tone,
"Good afternoon, Mr. The Hanging Man!"
This girl is really heartless. She's so sure that I'm a good person that she's not afraid at all? A well-protected noble girl? Klein smiled and maintained his unfathomable image.
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice."
As he spoke, he lowered his head slightly, raised his left hand, and tapped his glabella twice.
What he saw instantly changed. He saw the aura radiating from Justice and The Hanging Man!
As for the surrounding gray fog and crimson stars, there were no changes. There was nothing that didn't seem to exist, nor was there any bright brilliance that seemed to have a certain level of life.
Shifting his gaze, Klein saw that Justice's aura was completely in line with Old Neil's description. It was red, purple, blue, and white when it should be red. Furthermore, it was lustrous and of appropriate thickness. It was obvious that she was a lively young lady.
Her emotions are red and yellow, happy, passionate, excited … Klein made a judgment and cast his attention on The Hanging Man.
Similar to Justice, The Hanging Man's aura wasn't anything special. It was just that his emotions were blue, mixed with a few hints of orange.
"Calm, thoughtful, cautious, and a little satisfied?" This was his first attempt, so Klein didn't have much confidence in his conclusion.
Just as he was about to shift his gaze away, he suddenly discovered something strange.
In the innermost layer of The Hanging Man's aura, the colors and feelings seemed to be completely unified!
Klein focused his mind and took a closer look. He could vaguely see that deep within The Hanging Man's Ether Body was a deep blue that resembled the color of the sea. It gave off the feeling of strong winds and waves.
"His Astral Projection? Or should I say the surface layer of the Astral Projection? From the looks of it, he really is a Beyonder. Furthermore, he seems to be stronger than Old Neil. Klein's thoughts ran wild as his heart was filled with questions. Not necessarily. Perhaps it's because of this special environment. It's only because this is my home turf that I can see all of this. It's not that Old Neil doesn't have similar performances.
He turned to look at Justice again and confirmed that it was a special trait that only Beyonders possessed.
At this moment, Alger had also completed his greeting.
Audrey took a light breath and asked with a hint of anticipation,
"Mr. The Hanging Man, did you receive the box of Ghost Shark blood?"
Alger glanced at Klein and saw him tapping his glabella, as though he was thinking about something else.
"Thank you very much. It perfectly met all my expectations. I really didn't expect you to send it over so quickly. The blood of a Ghost Shark isn't an ordinary Beyonder item, "Alger answered frankly.
Audrey smiled modestly.
"I'm very happy to see this outcome."
As she had enjoyed matters related to the mysterious since she was young, she had made friends in the aristocratic circles who shared the same interests. They would exchange information, books, and rare items with each other. But before this, no one had obtained any supernatural powers or become a true Beyonder. Instead, a few princes had hinted that if she were willing to become a consort, she would receive the gifts she wanted.
However, this time, she had directly obtained the Ghost Shark blood from her family's treasury. In any case, the list only stated that it was a "large bottle." It didn't record the number of milliliters, nor did it state whether it was full or not. She believed that no one would notice if she poured half of it away. Even if an accident happened and the matter was exposed, her parents probably wouldn't pursue the matter.
Alger took another deep look at The Fool who was shrouded in gray fog. He turned his head and smiled.
"According to the agreement, I'll tell you the potion formula for the Spectator."
"I'll make some preparations. Alright, let's begin." Audrey took a deep breath and focused all her attention.
"The concoction of a Low-Sequence potion is very simple. Just place it in according to the order given. But remember, it's better to have fewer ingredients than more. That will cause a huge problem. You should have heard of Beyonders losing control. I don't need to repeat myself, right?" Alger first mentioned the things to take note of.
Audrey nodded gently.
"I understand completely."
As she spoke, she turned her head to glance at Mr. Fool. She wanted to know if the mysterious expert had anything to add. Unfortunately, The Fool sat there quietly like a statue.
Alger thought for a moment.
"A little less doesn't mean it's too far off … If you don't have a helper, I suggest you spend some time familiarizing yourself with the chemistry experiments."
"I have a tutor in this area," Audrey answered without any burden.
Alger then mentioned the maximum deviation and other matters before smoothly reciting it, "That's right, it's not a problem.
"Spectator, Sequence 9 potion, 80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of autumn narcissus essence, 13 grams of cow's teeth peony powder, 7 petals of elf flowers, a pair of adult Manhattan Fish eyes, 35 milliliters of goat-horned black fish blood."
"The last two are the main ingredients. They come from marine Beyonder species. You have to be careful."
"Okay." Audrey recalled as she repeated, "80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of autumn narcissus essence, 13 grams of cow's teeth, cow's teeth …"
"Peony powder," Alger reminded.
With the other party's help, Audrey gradually memorized the formula in the correct order. However, she was still not at ease. She muttered softly and repeated it over and over again.
"Do you know Cogitation?" Seeing Justice nod, Alger continued, "I don't know what you know about Cogitation, so I'll describe it first … After consuming the potion, quickly begin Cogitation to control your spirituality and strength … You have to practice every day to truly grasp the potion's power and dig out its symbolic meaning and more mysteries. Only by doing so can you avoid the danger of losing control to the greatest extent. And the symbolic meaning of the potion lies in its name, such as Spectator!"
Klein listened to their conversation silently. He originally didn't plan on interrupting and only wanted to secretly memorize and learn, but when he heard this, his heart suddenly stirred as he had an idea.
Audrey listened attentively to The Hanging Man's explanation. Just as she was about to ask a few questions about the details, she suddenly heard a tap on the table.
She and Alger turned their heads at the same time and looked at The Fool Klein, who was sitting at the seat of honor. They saw the mysterious powerhouse tap his fingers and say in a deep voice, "It's not grasping, it's digesting."
"It's not digging, it's acting."
"It's not digging, it's acting."
"The name of the potion isn't just symbolic, it's also an image. It's also the 'key' to digestion."
Audrey was stunned and confused when she heard that. She didn't quite understand what Mr. Fool was trying to say.
She subconsciously looked at The Hanging Man's reaction from the corner of her eye, but she was surprised to see his body tremble and stiffen, like an ordinary person hearing a loud and sudden thunder.
"Digest, acting … Digest, acting … Digest, acting, key …" Alger muttered again and again, as if he had grasped something crucial or was under a strange spell.
After a while, he raised his head and said in a hoarse voice,
"Thank you, Mr. Fool. Your hint is as precious as my life. It has allowed me to understand many things. Of course, I believe that I haven't fully understood or understood everything."
Klein maintained his mysterious and unfathomable image and said with a smile,
"This is the payment in advance."
In fact, he didn't quite understand the exact meaning of those words. He was only certain that Rosell The Great was stronger than the average Beyonder, stronger than The Hanging Man.
Advance payment … When Audrey saw The Hanged Man's reaction, she knew how precious the hint was. As she ruminated over it, she asked,
"Mr. Fool, what do you want us to do?"
Alger nodded in agreement.
"What can I do for you?"
Klein leaned back slightly and glanced at both sides. He said in a low and soothing voice, "That's right.
"Help me collect Rosell Gustav's secret diary, even if it's just one page."
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