"A clue to the ' Clown ' Potion."
At the head of the ancient and weathered bronze table, Klein read the " Divination statement" several times, then leaned back and fell into a deep sleep.
His surroundings quickly became peaceful and quiet. What he saw was ethereal and hazy, with countless Distortion and indistinct images flashing by like drops of dew on tender flower petals in the early morning.
Gradually, Klein regained control of his Spirituality and a certain degree of awareness.
He saw a fireplace in front of him, and in front of the fireplace was a rocking chair, in which sat an old woman wearing a black and white striped dress.
Although the other person had her head down and her face was obscured, Klein was absolutely certain that she was an old woman.
Directly opposite the old woman was a table with newspapers and a tin can inlaid with silver on it.
"This is..." Klein, finding the scene strangely familiar, quickly recognized what he was seeing:
This is where Riel Bieber and his mother live!
This was the first time I'd ever seen the " Giant " in person!
"A clue to the ' Clown ' Potion?" Klein's thought had barely crossed his mind when the surrounding scenery changed.
It was a gray-white warehouse, hidden at the very back of the same building;
Scattered inside were rows of white bones, and several clumps of flesh and blood, flattened by boulders;
In the very center of the warehouse was a fist-sized, grayish-white object, its surface covered with grooves, giving it a soft and textured feel, like a brain that had been dug out alive.
Just as Klein recognized where he was and remembered what those things were, the image in his eyes Distortion and shattered like a reflection on water being stirred, giving rise to a new, hazy scene:
A naked body lay on a long table covered with a white cloth, with a blood sphere tinged with blue Levitation in front of it.
Klein frowned immediately and muttered to himself:
"That was Riel Bieber's hiding place and his remains. Now, what's this? The brand on the Clown's wrist has turned into something else?"
Just as he was trying to decipher what these images symbolized, the scene suddenly shifted dramatically:
A marble coffee table, a leather sofa set with one main sofa and two secondary sofas, and a chandelier hanging high from the ceiling;
Klein Moretti, with his black hair and brown eyes and scholarly air; a plump, fair-skinned, and well-to-do man; and a beautiful young woman wearing sheer gloves.
A middle-aged man in a black robe with thick, stiff, upright brown hair; a plump man with fair skin and a round build; a middle- Old Man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes; and a dark black notebook placed on the round table between them, a notebook with an ancient and timeless aura.
The Antigonus Family's notes!
Klein sat up abruptly, the dream completely gone.
Gazing at the boundless Gray Fog and crimson stars beyond the magnificent temple, he thought with a mixture of astonishment and confusion:
"I was divining for clues about Potion ' Clown ' Divination... how did the Antigonus Family's notes suddenly appear?"
"Let me think, let me think... that chubby guy is Welch, yes, Welch, the unlucky guy who bought the Antigonus Family Notebook and triggered a series of subsequent events... the beautiful young lady wearing sheer gloves is Naya..."
"I remember now, that combination of marble coffee table and leather sofa was the signature of Welch's residence; it was there I met ' the Spirit Medium,' Daly."
"In other words, I just saw Welch's living room and witnessed the original owner discussing notes with two classmates."
Klein calmed himself, regaining his composure, and rhythmically tapped the edge of the bronze table with his fingers:
"What does the last image represent? The notebook appears, Welch appears—could it be the scene when he bought that 'antique'?"
"Of the other two people present, one looks very familiar. That middle-aged man in the black classic robe seems familiar... spiky brown hair, heavy dark circles under his eyes... Yes, I know who he is, Hynas Vincent Hynas Vincent Hynas Vincent of the Divination Club, who died 'peacefully' after the captain Dream Divination because Selena stole his secret incantation!"
"Hiss, he sold that notebook to Welch?"
"After going around in circles, it all connects like this. What a small world! No, Tingen really small! Thinking about it carefully, it's quite possible Hynas Vincent isn't an ordinary Divination; he's clearly delved into the realm of mystery, gained the attention of some ancient evil god, and has the channels, abilities, and opportunities to obtain the notes that Secret Order..."
"No wonder the captain and his team couldn't find out where Welch bought the notebook; they were going in the Error direction. They were trying to investigate the antique market... Later, when they found out the notebook's exact location, they gave up on that approach."
"What a pity, Hynas Vincent has only been dead for a short time, otherwise we could definitely have found something about the notes from him... As someone who has delved into the realm of mystery, he should have studied that notebook... His death was truly a coincidence!"
"However, there was another person present, an elderly man in his fifties, who probably also knew quite a bit."
Klein's fingers, which had been tapping lightly on the edge of the table, paused as he reviewed all the images he had seen in the " Dream Divination ":
" Riel Bieber's house; Riel Bieber's hideout; Riel Bieber's remnants; the thing formed from the Clown the tuxedo's wrist brand; Welch's house; the scene where Welch, Naya, and the original owner interact; the 'group photo' of Welch, Hynas Vincent, and the Antigonus Family Notebook... Hey, except for the clown in the tuxedo's Clown, everything else is directly related to the Antigonus Family Notebook!"
"But I Divination for clues about the ' Clown ' Potion... This isn't scientific, no, this isn't mysticism!"
After becoming a " Seer," Klein once tried to Divination where Welch had bought the Antigonus Family Notebook, but he did not take into account the special nature of the Gray Fog at the time and failed to gain any insight. Now, when he Divination another matter, he seemingly accidentally revealed the truth.
After calming down for about ten seconds, Klein, combining the contents of Roselle's Diary, began to try to interpret the dream he had just had:
"The first possibility is that Zaratul, or the Secret Order, is searching for and pursuing the relics of the Antigonus Family. Therefore, the symbolic meaning of this dream is that by using matters related to the Antigonus Family, the Secret Order be lured out in order to obtain the recipe for the ' Clown ' Potion."
"The second possibility is that the Antigonus Family's notes directly record the recipe for the ' Clown ' Potion... The Zaratul Family's search for any remaining traces of the Antigonus Family indicates a deep connection between them, perhaps as friends, perhaps as enemies. Therefore, it's quite normal for the Antigonus Family to possess some of the Antigonus family's Sequence. Friends go without saying, but enemies are the ones who understand each other best..."
"But the second symbolic interpretation doesn't connect with the brand of the tuxedo Clown. Sigh, I hope it's the second one. Once the Holy Cathedral has the experts decipher the notes, I can obtain the ' Clown ' Potion without any risk."
"At present, the first interpretation seems most likely, but my intuition as Seer tells me that there should be a deeper symbolic meaning."
Thinking about this, Klein rubbed his forehead, suddenly feeling a deep sense of the limitations of Seer.
Unless faced with very simple and intuitive symbols, Seer must be extremely cautious in their interpretations, as if walking on the edge of Abyss or on a thin, icy lake. If they misinterpret the meaning or fail to grasp the most crucial significance, the tuxedo Clown serves as a vivid and bloody example!
In that instant, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true essence of the Seer, as if he was just one step away from completely digesting the Potion.
"Thank you for guiding me with your life... Praise be to the goddess!" he whispered, drawing a Crimson Moon on his chest.
He then Divination whether Azik was benevolent and whether he was a powerful being, and received affirmative answers from Beyonder.
At this point, the continuous Divination and the exertion of being above the Gray Fog began to wear Klein down. He had to stop his wandering thoughts and decide on the key things to do next:
"Find the elderly man who appears in the same picture as Welch, Hynas Vincent, and the Antigonus Family Notebook as soon as possible!"
"We can start with Divination Club."
"Go see Mr. Azik more often, whether you have something to do or not. Hmm, he might be a member of the Mid-Sequence School of Life, but we lack certain information, so we can't Divination..."
Klein exhaled, and the portrait of a middle-aged man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes suddenly appeared on the parchment in front of him.
This was the third person present when Welch and Hynas Vincent traded the Antigonus Family Notebook!
Looking at the portrait, Klein suddenly found himself in a dilemma:
"... I can't draw. In elementary school art class, I was always the target of the teacher's criticism."
"Using Ritualistic Magic, like Old Neil? But that's praying to the goddess... And the whole thing relies on the special power above the Gray Fog... If the gods discover anything, I'll be utterly disgraced!"
"Wait a minute, maybe I can pray to myself! Transmitting images is similar to transmitting sound... Although I can't manipulate the mysterious power above the Gray Fog for now, this kind of small matter shouldn't be a problem!"
With an idea in mind, Klein immediately spread his Spirituality, enveloping himself and simulating the feeling of falling.
Back in his bedroom, he casually lit the gas lamp and began to whisper a prayer:
" The Fool That Doesn't Belong to This Era!"
"You are the Mysterious Ruler Above the Gray Fog;"
"You are the King of Yellow and Black, the master of good fortune."
"I pray that you will give me revelation, that I may depict what I see."
After reciting these incantations, Klein did not sprinkle essential oils, burn herbs, or draw upon their power.
Praying to yourself is that casual!
He suddenly heard a murmur in his ear, and he saw the four black dots forming a square appear on the back of his hand.
He took four steps counterclockwise, chanting incantations as he went, and once again Klein through madness and Frenzy, returning to the Gray Fog.
This time, he did not find any crimson star contracting or expanding, but he noticed that behind the high-backed chair at the head of the bronze table, a strange symbol composed of parts " Pupil-less Eye " and parts " Line of Distortion " was flickering with a faint light, stirring up illusory prayers.
Klein listened intently, and after confirming that it was correct, he reconstructed the image of the "third person" and, in accordance with the way prayers were answered, cast it into the flowing glimmer.
Having done all this, he immediately left the mysterious world above the Gray Fog and returned to his bedroom.
As soon as he regained his footing, the image immediately appeared before Klein's eyes, and he felt a faint, illusory power enveloping him.
He picked up a pen, found a piece of white paper, and wrote down his intentions.
To Klein's surprise, his right hand began to move uncontrollably, rapidly tracing lines.
Before long, he saw a lifelike portrait of the "third person".
After writing down the hair color, eye color, and other characteristics, Klein, whose right hand had been twitching slightly, let out a long sigh of relief.
The "hallucination" he was seeing was fading away rapidly.