Eight o 'clock in the evening, Harvest Church.
Klein, who had changed back into his normal attire, quietly surveyed the area by pressing down on the edge of his top hat. Then, he walked into the hall and walked towards Emlyn White, who was in front of three rows of candles on the right.
At the vampire's feet was a black suitcase, and its surface seemed to be covered with a "wall of spirituality."
Upon sensing Sherlock Moriarty enter, Emlyn was first delighted before he revealed a wary expression.
He bent down to pick up the suitcase and took a few steps back diagonally, getting closer to Father Utravsky, who was focused on praying.
He's afraid that I'll snatch the Beyonder ingredients by force … Klein stopped three meters away and smiled.
"Let me first verify if they're the two ingredients I need."
Emlyn White reached out to comb his hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and undid the hidden buckle.
The wall of spirituality shattered, transforming into a gentle breeze that passed through the prayer hall.
Klein, who had long activated his Spirit Vision, immediately saw a strange and dazzling light. It was the spiritual luster of many Beyonder characteristics.
There were two small boxes inside the suitcase. One was made of white tin with many patterns, simple and heavy. The other was a pure paper box.
Emlyn held the black suitcase in one hand and opened the silver but slightly dim tin box. The item inside was like a walnut with its outer shell peeled off. It was yellowish-brown in color, with bumps and depressions that resembled the lines of a brain.
As the candlelight flickered, it constantly changed its appearance. At times, it was grayish-white with wrinkles growing on it. At other times, it was dark brown and extremely smooth. At other times, the two colors intersected, outlining a featureless "face."
Upon seeing it, Klein felt that the potion's power, which had been completely digested and fused into his body, was somewhat abnormal, as though a magnet had encountered a magnetic pole.
He controlled his body with the powers of a Clown and suppressed the feeling of attraction. He already knew that it was the mutated pituitary gland of a Thousand-faced Hunter.
From the looks of it, what Rosell The Great guessed in his diary is indeed possible. High-Sequence Beyonders of the same pathway will intermittently and unconsciously attract Low- and Mid-Sequence Beyonders to their vicinity, and there's a tendency for them to gather together … Although the Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland is still far from a High-Sequence Beyonder, so it doesn't have such a magical attraction, it already has enough Beyonder characteristics. In addition, I've also digested the Sequence 7 potion. When the two are close enough, similar signs appear …
I didn't notice it in the past. Firstly, the corresponding Beyonder ingredients are of low grade. Secondly, my strength is lacking, and my Sequence isn't high enough … Right, every time I finish digesting the potion, an illusory starry sky seems to appear around me. There are many resplendent lights in it, and they pull each other in an attempt to approach each other … This might be the scene of the law of convergence of Beyonder characteristics of the same pathway. Furthermore, the greater the "mass," the stronger the gravitational pull …
Then, will the Beyonder characteristics of similar pathways conform to this law?
Without changing his expression, Klein recalled the records in Rosell's diary, and combined it with his experience of digesting the potion three times, he roughly confirmed the existence of a certain law.
Emlyn White glanced at him warily, quickly closed the tin box, and opened the paper box beside it.
The inside of the paper box was padded with cotton, and in the middle was a glass bottle that could hold 200 milliliters of liquid. Half of it was empty, and the rest was filled with a sticky liquid that changed its color according to the light.
"Are there any more questions?" Emlyn closed the paper box.
"Let me confirm it again." Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin between his fingers as though it had a life of its own.
Clang!
The gold coin bounced up and landed in Klein's palm.
This time, the portrait was facing up, indicating that it was a confirmation.
Klein nodded slightly and took out stacks of notes from different pockets in his clothes. There were ten-pound notes, five-pound notes, and one-pound notes.
"1,450 pounds." Klein piled the cash high and placed it on the table and chair beside him.
"Take a few steps back, no, five steps!" Emlyn shouted cautiously.
Klein smiled as he raised his hands and took five steps back.
Emlyn carefully approached and checked if there was any white paper in the pile of cash.
After doing a quick count, he threw the suitcase in his hand at his transaction partner.
Klein jumped in fright, but he was agile and accurately caught the suitcase.
He was afraid that the glass bottle would shatter and cause the Thousand-faced Hunter's blood to seep out.
Emlyn White took the opportunity to collect the notes and quickly retreated to Father Utravsky's side.
Only then did he heave a sigh of relief and seriously check the amount and authenticity.
Upon seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the scene from before and suddenly felt a little ashamed.
He and Emlyn had made the Earth Mother Cathedral look like the scene of an arms or drug deal …
After confirming the condition of the two materials, Klein snapped his fingers, igniting a match that he had specially separated from his pocket, allowing the suddenly rising flames to envelop him.
By the time the flames subsided, he had already disappeared.
As he often met Emlyn White at the Harvest Church, he didn't mind Father Utravsky knowing that he was the Beyonder who had helped him eliminate his dark personality. He even felt that he could befriend him through this.
Emlyn, who was counting the notes, looked up and was stunned for two seconds.
He pursed his lips and muttered to himself softly,
"My suitcase …
"My tin box …"
…
On the street illuminated by the gas lamps, a carriage rolled through layers of puddles and headed towards the periphery of Empress Borough.
Fors had already told her good friend, Xio Derecha, that she had a teacher and had consumed another Apprentice potion.
After confirming that she showed no signs of losing control, Xio looked out the window at the gas lamps that were much taller than her.
She asked in puzzlement, "I've always been curious. Why is it preserved in the form of a material and not a potion? Your teacher could've concocted the potion in advance and brought it over. There's no need for him to be busy on the spot. "
Fors smiled faintly and said, "I asked him about this question.
He said that there are two main reasons. First, different Beyonder ingredients have different uses. They can't be used flexibly when concocted into a potion. Second, the Beyonder characteristic can be preserved when it solidifies, but it can't be used after it becomes a potion unless there's a special isolation technique. "
"Why?" Xio asked in surprise. "This isn't an ordinary potion or Beyonder weapon. Its spirituality will constantly dissipate and weaken."
Fors wasn't in the mood to laugh, but she had no choice but to maintain her smile.
"It's not a problem of the characteristic losing, but that once a Beyonder ingredient becomes a potion, not only can humans absorb it, but other creatures and even inanimate materials can as well. It's just that it's a lot slower. For example, I can use a glass bottle to store the potion. It doesn't seem like a problem, but perhaps in a few days, the glass bottle will completely 'drink' the potion, turning it into a special mystical item. It might even give it a certain level of intelligence. Of course, my teacher said that such a situation has huge side effects.
"The seven Churches and certain secret factions have special isolation techniques, but it's rather troublesome. They won't use it on Low- or Mid-Sequence potions."
"How magical!" Xio sighed from the bottom of her heart.
She glanced outside again and said in a low voice, "Don't worry.
"We're almost there."
She and Fors were here to participate in the Beyonder gathering that Mr. A had convened.
Fors smiled as though her heart was being cut by a knife.
"I hope there's a Spirit Eater's stomach pouch."
Her teacher, Dorian Gray, had taught her the acting method before he left. She had also given her a Trickmaster potion formula and gotten her to try to find the Beyonder ingredients herself. If she hadn't gathered them by the time the Apprentice potion was digested, she was to write to him for help.
This made Fors fall into a state of confusion.
"Why did I spend so much money on Trickmaster's formula and acting method?"
Up to now, Tarot's greatest and most irreplaceable use for me is the things that Mr. The Hanging Man and Miss Justice taught me to take note of, as well as Mr. Fool's interference with divination. Otherwise, Teacher would've long discovered the problem, and I wouldn't have been able to become his student …
Sigh, I'll just treat it as the price for the full moon curse being neutralized …
As her thoughts raced, Fors suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A was holding the gathering had clearly collapsed. There were even charred marks in many places.
There was an intense battle here … Who was dealing with Mr. A? An official organization? Fors immediately gave Xio a hint and instructed the carriage driver outside, "Not here.
"Not here. Two streets ahead."
…
"The Aurora Order's stronghold has been discovered. The terrorist organization has suffered a heavy blow."
The next morning, Klein saw the news the moment he flipped open the newspaper.
"I hope Mr. A dies in this ambush." He solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.
He had already thrown the Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland and blood he had obtained last night above the gray fog, hoping that they wouldn't be lost.
Even if I die, they won't be lost … Klein was very relieved as he forked a piece of bacon and chewed on it.
After last night's transaction, his cash had once again fallen below 1,000 pounds, leaving him with only 735 pounds. It was only enough to buy the Deep-sea Naga's hair, but he didn't have the strength to take care of the Human-skinned Shadow's characteristics.
Without any better clues or money, Klein rested at home the entire morning. After lunch, he dressed up and headed straight for the Baekeland Bridge area.
He had previously agreed with Carlson of the Machinery Hivemind that if he had any information, he would go to the Lucky Bar near the West Balam Dock to find him. If the information was especially important and the other party wasn't there, he would go directly to the Lever Cathedral. After all, Sherlock Moriarty wasn't a member of any secret organization, so he didn't need to be careful.
There weren't many customers at the Lucky Bar in the afternoon. Klein immediately saw Carlson, who was drinking alone in the corner of the bar counter.
He walked over, knocked on the table, and reported in a suppressed voice.
"Many people in East Borough are spreading the faith of the Primordial Creator."
Carlson drank the wine brewed from pure malt and replied noncommittally, "Got it.
Got it. "
As expected … Klein thought to himself and smiled.
"I have a clue regarding the mausoleum of a Fourth Epoch noble."
"Ah?"
Carlson paused in the act of raising his glass and turned his head to look at Klein in surprise. He subconsciously nudged his thick glasses.
However, he realized that Detective Sherlock Moriarty didn't describe what happened next. Instead, he looked at the bartender a few steps away and smiled leisurely.
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