The Key to Digesting the Potion

Luther searched through the Night Watcher archives and found some notes said to have been left behind by Emperor Roselle. They were stored in a box, and upon opening it, Luther was shocked to see—Chinese.

Looking at these characters, so familiar yet so out of place, he was astonished beyond measure.

Emperor Roselle... he really was a predecessor who had transmigrated, and he even came from the same civilization as himself.

Although he had already guessed this possibility, now that Luther had truly discovered the facts, his feelings for a moment were simply indescribable.

No wonder no one could understand them; they were simply from another world! But if that were the case, what hidden things would Roselle record using a language only he knew?

Luther reached into the box and took out three pages of manuscripts. The characters on them were written quite large, and the strokes were somewhat strange, clearly copied by descendants who did not understand Chinese.

He read on with a sense of nostalgia.

"November 18th, what a magical thing. A whimsical experiment and an accidental mistake allowed me to discover a poor fellow trapped in a storm, lost in the depths of darkness. He can only get slightly closer to the Reality World during the full moon each month, yet he still cannot transmit his cries inside. He is lucky; he met me, the protagonist of this era."

"January 1st, 1184, a grand New Year's party. Lady Fronal is truly a stunner."

"January 3rd, the initial choice was still too rash. Looking at it now, whether it is 'Apprentice', 'Seer', or 'Marauder', they would all have been better. Unfortunately, there is no way to turn back now."

"September 23rd, I have lost contact with the ship searching for the 'Land of the Gods Forsaken'. I should consider inventing the wireless telegraph. I hope it won't be affected by the storm."

The information in the three manuscripts was not coherent; they seemed to be diary entries left by Roselle at different periods of his life. Aside from some palace secrets and national politics, Luther discovered, both unexpectedly and expectedly, that Roselle himself seemed to be a high-sequence Beyonder. He even had the ability to contact mysterious figures that did not exist in the Reality World to search for the unknown region known as the "Land of the Gods Forsaken".

But what excited Luther the most was this description in the diary—

"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I have said it ten thousand times: do not be fooled by those charlatans. No, perhaps those charlatans were fooled themselves. The key to a Potion is not mastery, it is digestion! It is not excavation, it is acting! And the name of the Potion is not just a core symbol, it is a concrete image, and even more so, the 'key' to digestion!"

Digestion?

Do Potions need to be digested?

And the key to digestion is the name of the Potion?

Digestion, use the name of the Potion to digest it!

Thoughts emerged one after another, exploding in his mind like thunder.

Luther was extremely excited, his hands holding the diary trembling.

Roselle was clearly a high-sequence powerhouse; the probability that he would use a language only he could understand to maliciously deceive others was extremely small—which meant that this method was highly likely to be true and would be of great use to his own path as a Beyonder!

But just then, his smile stopped abruptly, as if he had remembered something.

That's not right, I cannot advance to Sequence 8!

He recalled the words Dunn had once warned him with: a "Black Knight" must absolutely never seek advancement, or it would be seeking his own death. In that case, even if the method provided in the Roselle Diary was true, he had no way to use it to quickly improve and become a high-level powerhouse...

Luther gradually calmed down. He sat back in his chair and put the diary back into the box.

Looking at the bright side, he could at least use this method to "digest" the Potion, reduce the influence of the Potion within his body, and avoid losing control.

Thinking of this, his heart felt somewhat more balanced.

However, how does one digest it?

The Potion name is the core symbol, the concrete image, the key...

The name "Black Knight", taken literally, means someone who prays to hidden existences. In other words, as long as I do things that conform to this name, can I digest the Potion?

Luther lowered his head and recalled. He seemed to have done something similar before. He had prayed to the True Creator twice—once to resolve the madness of Hainas, and once to save Old Neil.

Did the influence of the Potion decrease after those two prayers?

Hiss, it actually seemed like it did.

When he had just consumed the Potion, his mental state was very unstable, and he would see strange things in the corners. But after those two prayers, his spirituality became increasingly stable. Besides that, learning rituals and practicing the Hermes script also seemed to provide a certain amount of digestion.

Luther's expression was a bit strange.

What kind of cold joke is this! To reduce the influence of the True Creator, one needs to digest the Potion—but the key to digesting the Potion is actually to pray to the True Creator?

The logic has come full circle!

Wait, the Potion name says "hidden existences", not specifically the True Creator. Can he pray to other hidden existences to achieve the effect of digestion? It seems like he could try.

Luther let out a long sigh and closed the box.

It seems the Roselle Diary is scattered in various places. If there is a chance in the future, he can look for it; after all, it is truly useful.

He suppressed the various thoughts churning in his mind and tried to continue self-studying his occult courses, but he could never settle his heart. He simply tossed them aside and closed his eyes to rest. It wasn't until Leonard, who was replacing him, came down that he opened his eyes.

"So leisurely? Didn't the Captain tell you to self-study the occult?"

He asked with a slightly frivolous smile.

"Studied until I'm tired."

Luther was very tired at the moment and didn't really want to deal with him.

"I see."

Leonard smiled, staring at him with his dark green eyes. Just as he was about to walk out of the armory, he suddenly spoke, "Hey, Luther, I always feel like you have a unique temperament."

"Is that so? I don't feel it myself. What kind of temperament is it?"

"The kind that a story's protagonist has. Look, not only did you miraculously survive the hands of a cultist, but you even became a Beyonder, joined us, and revealed your abilities..."

Luther didn't want to listen to his nagging and turned his head to look at him.

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

"I just have one question."

Leonard laughed, his eyes carrying an obscure meaning, "Why is the Aurora Society so obsessed with you? And why did Sirius, who was guarding you, suddenly go mad? There seems to be some strange secret about you, right?"

Luther silently sized him up for a few moments before saying:

"I don't know. I was a lunatic back then; how would a lunatic understand such things?"

Leonard's smile faltered.

A lunatic... a lunatic...

Luther dropped that sentence and stopped dawdling. He went out to the hall and, facing the sunlight outside, he suddenly thought of Klein, who had just left... That Seer happened to be going to the Divination Club to perform divinations for others, an act that perfectly aligned with the name of his Potion. Could it be that he also knew the key to digesting his Potion?

Thinking back to Leonard, who had just probed him, Old Neil, who prayed to an Evil God, and himself, a Black Knight watched by the True Creator... this Night Watcher squad was truly, spectacularly colorful.