In the ancient and majestic palace, one stone pillar after another supported the high dome.
Klein sat at the end of the long bronze table, holding the translucent brown bottle. He checked it several times, but he didn't sense any danger.
Let's begin … He conjured a pen and paper and wrote down the divination statement:
"Its source."
Putting down the fountain pen and mentally preparing himself for a critical hit, Klein stared at the paper and the Biological Poison Bottle. He leaned back in his chair and began chanting and Cogitation.
Soon, he entered a hazy dream and saw a dark but spacious room.
King cobras, black widow spiders, and other animals hung in the room. There were also many strange plants placed in a messy and terrifying manner.
A stern-looking middle-aged man in a white coat stood in front of the long table in the middle. He threw snake gallbladders, spider venom glands, and other items into the black pot that hung from the ceiling.
In the end, he even put in a few items that had a strong spiritual luster. For example, a lung-shaped object that would occasionally dissipate into black gas and condense into a dark green substance. Another example was a tube of clear blue liquid, and another example was a fiery-red eye …
The air around the black pot gradually became viscous. They gathered in the middle, but they were constantly pushed away, making it difficult for them to do as they wished.
When the middle-aged man in the white coat saw this scene, he slowly frowned, his expression vaguely anxious.
He flipped through the black notebook beside him, gritted his teeth, and used a ritual silver dagger to slit his wrist.
Drops of bright blood fell into the black pot, and as if it had a life of its own, it suddenly produced a terrifying suction force, sucking in all the viscous air around it. It also sucked in all the scarlet blood that had yet to leave his wrist.
That wasn't the end. No matter how the middle-aged man in the white coat struggled to resist, or how terrified he was, he couldn't help but approach the pot.
His body was stretched, and his head was compressed. Amidst his tragic cries, he was eaten by the pot bit by bit.
The specimens hanging around, the plants, everything that could move, everything that could move flew into the iron pot.
The brown mist suddenly filled the room, quietly flowing and rippling.
When everything was over, the entire room was empty, leaving only the translucent brown bottle lying quietly in the middle of the empty space.
…
The scene quickly faded, and the dream quickly shattered. Klein opened his eyes and muttered to himself,
"So the Biological Poison Bottle is the product of a suicidal experiment.
I thought it was a Beyonder characteristic left behind by a Rampager … If that's the case, I can divine the formula …
To Klein, the spirituality and Beyonder characteristics of a Rampager, as well as the spirituality and Beyonder characteristics corrupted by an evil god, could be used to divine a formula, just like the All-Black Eye left behind by Nimblewright Master Rosago. This was because he had the gray fog to cut off the connection, and this mysterious space to eliminate the negative effects. He had plenty of means to court death. Of course, there were too many additional factors mixed into a Beyonder characteristic. In theory, it was possible, but the chances of failure were extremely high. Klein only felt confident after advancing to Magicians.
Similarly, Sealed Artifacts formed from similar Beyonder characteristics could also be used to divine the potion formula.
However, if they were to be used as the main ingredients, and only become a mystical item through the creation of Artisans or other Beyonders or through some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current divination skills would be useless. Even with the enhancement of the mysterious space above the gray fog, it wouldn't work.
Not bad. At least I don't have to worry about the hidden dangers of the Biological Poison Bottle … Klein glanced at the fangs of the werewolf and rationally gave up his curiosity.
…
In Queens, Earl Hall's luxurious villa.
Audrey continued to study psychology.
By her feet, Susie, the big golden retriever, was squatting there. Her eyes were bright and full of expression. She wagged her tail from time to time, as if she was enjoying it very much.
Escalante, the psychologist, finished the introductory part and pretended to casually mention,
"Actually, there's another theory.
"It believes that humans will inherit a certain amount of consciousness from their ancestors and past generations, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior. For example, although many people have never seen a venomous snake before, as long as they encounter it, they will instinctively feel fear and want to avoid it.
"Why is that? This is the feeling that we inherited from our ancestors, hidden in the deepest depths of our consciousness. In ancient times, people constantly fought with venomous snakes and all kinds of ferocious animals. Gradually, this memory was engraved in their consciousness and passed down. "
"Then how is it passed down?" Audrey asked with interest.
Escalante, whose hair reached her waist, laughed.
"That's a very good question.
"The explanation given by some people is that everyone's consciousness is actually connected at the lowest level. It's one, and the traces and characteristics left behind here will affect one's own consciousness.
"For example, the lowest level of consciousness is like a boundless ocean, and each of our unique consciousnesses are islands in the ocean. This place can be divided into two parts. Hidden under the water is a larger and larger subconscious, and exposed on the surface of the ocean is a surface consciousness that can usually be detected.
"This is part of the theoretical foundation of the school of psychology."
Audrey glanced at Susie and stroked the golden retriever on her neck.
"So, we can use the sea that is connected to each other to influence the consciousness of others and achieve the goal of treating certain mental illnesses?"
This is the mysticism foundation and Beyonder powers of a Psychiatrist? But it doesn't seem to be enough. There's still something missing. For example, the sky above us, the sky that envelopes everything? Audrey thought with a confused and curious expression.
"You are indeed very talented in this area!" Escalante praised in pleasant surprise. "But we can only influence the surrounding sea, and through it, we can influence people who approach. If we were to rashly venture deep and explore the 'deep sea,' it's very easy to lose ourselves."
She looked up at the gorgeous and complicated clock on the wall and smiled.
"Time's up. Today's lesson is over. Miss Audrey, if you are interested in this school of psychology, let's continue chatting next time."
"Alright." Audrey stood up and bowed.
As she watched her leave, she nodded thoughtfully.
Ma 'am Escalante doesn't seem like a real Psychiatrist. At most, she's like me, a Telepathist …
Was she talking about the theoretical foundation of Psychological Alchemy?
They sure are patient. Why haven't they recruited me into the Society yet …
As Audrey was lost in her thoughts, Susie said happily, "Audrey, I feel like she's the same kind of person as us.
"Audrey, I feel like she's the same kind of person as us. No, the same kind of dog. No, that's not right either … woof!"
Susie, who only had a basic grasp of human language, fell into chaos. She couldn't find the right words to describe her feelings.
…
South of the Bridge, Rose Street, outside the Harvest Church.
Klein, who was dressed normally, looked up at the Sacred Emblem of Life on the outer wall. He held his cane, walked up the steps, and stepped through the door.
The first thing he had to do was confirm the situation.
Only by doing so could he perform better, so as to cleverly rescue the vampire Emlyn White without arousing suspicion. Then, as the detective who provided the clues, he would receive the gratitude of the White family and the applause of the audience.
This would be an interesting performance.
The Harvest Church wasn't big, and it only had a prayer hall. Klein found a seat by the aisle, took off his hat, and looked ahead.
Bishop Utravsky was preaching. His height of more than 2.2 meters and his loose priest robe couldn't conceal his burly physique, giving off an extremely oppressive feeling.
However, his expression was abnormally gentle, filled with praise and gratitude for life.
In front of such a "priest," no one dared to make a racket. The few believers listened quietly, occasionally making the unique prayer gestures of the Church of Earth Mother.
Klein carefully observed and waited patiently, neither arrogant nor rash.
With the end of the sermon, he held his cane and prepared to get up for the follow-up.
At this moment, a man wearing the priest robe of the Church of Earth Mother entered the room at the back of the church.
He looked to be in his late twenties. He had black hair, red eyes, a high nose bridge, and thin lips. He was handsome but not masculine enough. He was none other than Emlyn White.
Klein's mouth gaped open bit by bit, almost unable to close it.
Isn't this fellow supposed to be locked up in the basement?
Didn't he keep shouting that he had to adhere to his beliefs and not submit to Bishop Utravsky's thoughts?
Emlyn White distributed the items related to Holy Communion to the believers before finally stopping in front of Klein.
Klein's thoughts raced as he immediately suppressed his voice.
"You're Emlyn White, right? Your parents entrusted my friend to find you.
"Why are you here? Did something happen to him? Do you need help? "
Emlyn White's characteristic arrogance disappeared as he revealed a smile that was only slightly better than crying.
"There's no need. I'll be home soon."
He pursed his lips, shook his head, and forced a smile.
"I'm already a believer of Earth Mother. No, priest."
This answer was completely out of Klein's expectations. He was momentarily at a loss for a response. All he could do was shout in his mind.
All he could do was shout in his mind, Hey, back at the Harvest Church, you firmly said that you worshipped the moon and would never change your faith to Earth Mother. How long has it been since then?
Isn't this too fast?
Where's your persistence? Where's your integrity?
My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even began …
"This, this doesn't make sense!"
Klein opened his mouth and suddenly realized something was amiss.
Why is Emlyn White telling me about changing my faith?
I'm just a detective who happened to discover him while passing by …
He wants me to pass this message to his parents?
Is there another meaning hidden in this?
Just as Klein was guessing the reason, Emlyn White put away his worries and smiled smugly.
"Mr. Detective, you don't need to act.
"Or should I call you the new owner of the Master Key?
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