After half an hour of undisturbed silence, Klein opened his eyes and slowly got up.
He picked up his cane, put on his hat, left the cathedral, and took a rental carriage back to Minsk Street in the dark.
At this moment, the security and checks in the surrounding area had inevitably relaxed, becoming a shadow under the light of the gas lamps.
Not long after midnight, Klein took out his key, opened the door to his room, and entered the empty guest rooms to search for the Book of Secrets.
Without much effort, he found the ancient book bound with thick parchment paper in the wardrobe of the room on the first floor.
The hard cover of the book was dark black in color, and on it were two lines of Hermes written in crimson:
Book of Secrets.
Klarman.
Phew … Klein exhaled and wasn't in a hurry to read it. Instead, he quickly created a wall of spirituality in the room and held a ritual to summon himself and respond to himself. Then, he threw the Aztec copper whistle, the Master Key, the All-Black Eye, the Beyonder bullets, the Biological Poison Bottle, the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic, the Book of Secrets, and other items, along with the containers, above the gray fog. He planned to wait for the commotion to subside before deciding which items to take with him.
After doing all of this, he didn't even study the specific situation of the Werewolf Beyonder characteristic and the Biological Poison Bottle. He simply washed up and lay down on the bed.
Firstly, it was too much of a waste of time to study items and flip through books. It was easy to bring trouble to his body in the real World on this restless night. Secondly, Klein deeply realized his current shortcoming, and that was that the speed at which his spirituality grew was unable to satisfy the increasing number of Beyonder powers and mystical items.
After such an intense battle, his spirituality was already exhausted. His head hurt, and he was drowsy.
Yes, the one that puts the greatest burden on my spirituality is the Paper Figurine Substitutes, followed by the Holy Water of the Sun created by the brooch, but I didn't use it tonight. Next is Holy Light Summoning and Flaming Jump … Klein yawned and used Cogitation to get rid of the state where he was too tired and tense to sleep.
In less than ten seconds, he entered a dream, and all kinds of fragmented scenes alternated with each other.
…
In the open space surrounded by the abandoned warehouse, the Machinery Hivemind came and went. The person in charge of this incident had already changed from a team captain to a powerhouse at the deacon level.
Ikanser Bernard's brown hair was always unkempt, sticking out stubbornly, and even his hat could not hide it.
As a result, many Machinery Hivemind members secretly joked that this deacon was probably using a bomb to get a haircut.
At this moment, Ikanser, whose face was hard and clear, was holding a silver mirror with ancient patterns.
On each side of the mirror, there was an eye-like decoration. They were based on black gemstones and looked deep and enchanting.
Ikanser looked around and said,
"Although the rats in the sewers are experts at interfering with divination and mediumship, and they managed to deal with the scene effectively, this is the mysterious Extraordinary World. There's no guarantee of success."
As he spoke, he looked at the silver mirror in his hand and stroked its surface three times with his right palm.
After pausing for two seconds, Ikanser took a deep breath and said in a deep voice,
"Honorable Arrodes, my question is, who were the participants in what just happened here?"
The surrounding darkness suddenly became dense, and the surface of the silver mirror rippled with aqueous light.
Soon, a scene appeared in the silver mirror.
In the surging flames, there was a figure floating in midair. He was wearing a black double-breasted frock coat and a half top hat. His body was distorted, and his face was so blurry that it was difficult to see clearly. Furthermore, he was smeared with oil paint.
Beneath his feet, the flames rose up and engulfed him.
With a flash of aqueous light, the scene changed, and a middle-aged man in a dark red cloak appeared. His arms were burning with resplendent flames, but his head was hidden in the darkness.
As the scenes changed, Ikanser and the others saw a woman with a complicated black regal dress and disheveled pale blonde hair. However, her face was completely transparent, as if she didn't exist.
Beside the lady were two men with black hair all over their bodies. Their backs were being pulled by strange arms.
Finally, the changes came to an end, and it was fixed on a scene of flames soaring into the sky, "fireworks" blooming brilliantly, and light illuminating the area.
In such a dreamy scene, the man in the black double-breasted frock coat from before appeared again.
His body twisted and contracted horizontally, and he faced forward. He pressed the hand holding the top hat to his chest and bowed slightly.
Not only was his face extremely blurry as if it had been disturbed, but it also vaguely revealed the color of oil paint.
Ikanser was just about to ask his team members for their opinions when a few lines of ancient Feysac words suddenly appeared on the silver mirror:
"According to the principle of reciprocity, it's my turn to ask a question."
"If you answer incorrectly or lie, you will be punished."
The word "punishment" was as red as blood, as if it was dripping with liquid!
Ikanser's expression warped for a moment before becoming abnormally solemn.
Then, the aqueous light flashed on the silver mirror, and a new line of words appeared:
"What's your sexual orientation?"
Ikanser was stunned, and he felt the gazes of the surrounding team members cast over.
…
At six in the morning, the sky had just brightened.
Klein, who was sleeping soundly, woke up at the punctual chime of the cathedral bell.
According to his usual habits, he would turn over and continue sleeping until it was almost eight o 'clock before getting up. But this time, he sat up straight away and observed his surroundings.
"Hmm, at least the gas meter wasn't searched …" He heaved a sigh of relief. Without bothering to wash up, he got off the bed and took four steps counterclockwise before going above the gray fog.
He wanted to study what he had gained last night!
Sitting in the seat of The Fool, Klein started with something simple.
He picked up the dark-green fang, observed it for a few seconds, conjured a pen and paper, and wrote down a divination statement:
"Its use."
This didn't mean that he could use divination to replace experiments. Klein only wanted to see if he could obtain any revelations from Sharon and Marić because he had the actual object, and because he had learned a lot about prisoners, lunatics, and werewolves from Sharon and Marić, he felt that the prerequisites were sufficient.
After chanting silently, he quickly entered a dream and witnessed a scene.
A hideous wound appeared on Werewolf Tyre's abdomen. His intestines flowed out and dragged to the ground, but he only washed them with water and stuffed them back in. He pinched the two sides of the gap with his hands, and in the end, the wound actually healed …
Under the full crimson moon, he howled at the sky. Black fur grew on the surface of his body, and the fangs in his mouth became distinct …
He waved his claws, and with a creak, he tore through a steel plate that wasn't too thin …
He ran across the wilderness, shaking off the pack of gray wolves that were chasing him at full speed …
He made the expressionless but cold attendants charge at the enemy without any fear of death …
He also used all kinds of weapons to kill people, including bombs, and he became stronger when he lost his mind in anger …
…
Opening his eyes, Klein roughly understood the characteristics of a Werewolf and grasped the hidden dangers of this Beyonder characteristic.
Back then, Werewolf Tyre was illuminated by the full moon, and his desires were abnormally indulgent. After his death, he left behind a relatively strong mental imprint. The Beyonder who used this Beyonder characteristic to concoct a potion to advance had to resist this influence in the early stages; otherwise, there would be signs of losing control.
However, the negative effects hadn't reached the level of a Sealed Artifact. The Beyonder characteristic left behind by a Werewolf could still be used as the main ingredient of a potion.
Thankfully … Unfortunately, Zombie Jason's Beyonder characteristic was swallowed by that strange door … I wonder where that door leads to, and if there's a way to retrieve it … Klein put down the dark-green fangs with a sense of regret and heartache. He picked up the brown translucent Biological Poison Bottle.
He used the method from before to do a dream divination, but this time, he didn't have the confidence to obtain a detailed revelation. Therefore, he changed the divination statement to:
"Its positive and negative effects."
In the dark and gray dream world, Klein once again saw tragic scenes.
Some people fell to the ground, scratching themselves, tearing off their skin and flesh, revealing white bones …
Some people held their heads as their eyes lost focus, and their auras became weaker and weaker …
Some people kept vomiting, and in the end, they convulsed and died …
Some people suddenly laughed out loud, laughing so hard that they couldn't breathe …
Some people suddenly stopped fighting with their opponents and looked at each other. Then, they hugged and kissed each other …
The scene changed to the end. The translucent brown bottle was placed in a cup of water, and the transparent liquid inside gradually turned amber as it was drunk … The person holding the Biological Poison Bottle was first weak, then he coughed. Then, he touched his forehead and felt that it was scalding hot. His condition was getting worse …
The dream quickly ended. Klein tapped the edge of the long table with his fingers as he tried to interpret the revelations with a headache.
Combined with Steve's words, the previous revelations mean that after the lid of the Biological Poison Bottle is opened, it will constantly emit poison. As for what kind of poison the opponent will be poisoned with, it's purely random. Even the wielder can't control it? The poison inside is really nasty …
The effective range of the poison can't be deciphered from the revelations … Hmm, soaking it in water and drinking the amber liquid in advance can prevent poisoning? But how long will it take? Even if the wielder of the Biological Poison Bottle doesn't open the lid, his body will gradually deteriorate, and he will slowly be infected with the disease, slowly becoming more serious? Hmm, what's the exact time cutoff …
Klein rubbed his temples, planning to confirm it by experimenting above the gray fog when he had the time. However, he didn't know if the Biological Poison Bottle would work here.
For example, with his current Spirit Body state, he wasn't afraid of being poisoned at all.
Let's leave it at that for now. I'll study it in detail later … Klein cast his gaze at the goatskin bound Book of Secrets in front of him and flipped to the first page.
It was a title page with simple patterns, without any content …
After flipping it again, Klein finally saw the beginning of the Book of Secrets:
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