In Audrey's mind, there was always a latent perception that the Rainbow Salamander = the Rainbow Salamander's pituitary gland = a palm-sized, soft, textured material that constantly changes color.
So, what does this have to do with the enormous creature in front of us, which is three meters long and nearly knee-high?
For a moment, she was somewhat dazed, but she came to her senses when she heard Susie's voice. Feigning satisfaction, she said to the housekeeper:
"These are exactly the animal specimens I need."
"Hmm... it's just a little bit bigger than I expected, just a little bit."
"You lead the servants to move them to the storeroom; I'll study them when I have time."
"Yes, Miss!" The butler immediately ordered the male servants who were secretly watching their master to get to work.
Audrey glanced around, said nothing more, and led Susie into the study inside the manor house. She then left all the maids she had brought outside, citing the excuse that she needed to concentrate on writing a reply to her brother.
Once dissected, there were two pituitary glands from the Rainbow Salamander... One was used to exchange for the spinal fluid of the Farsman Rabbit, which could be mixed into a bottle of " Mind Reader " Potion... Audrey gradually recovered from her shock and confusion and began to think about how to help Susie advance her career.
It was only then that she realized a serious problem.
That is, she doesn't know whether Susie has actually digested the Potion!
If it hasn't been fully digested, taking the " Mind Reader " Potion could easily cause her to lose control... Unlike humans, she can't just tough it out. Wait, she toughed it out the first time! And her intelligence is now no worse than a ten-year-old child. She's already learning Loenese words. She says she wants to read newspapers and magazines, wants to read books... Audrey paused for a few seconds, glancing at the bewildered golden retriever squatting beside her:
" Susie, have you completely digested the Potion?"
"Digest?" Susie asked in a clear and distinct voice, sounding puzzled.
Audrey had already told her that she had taken Potion and warned her not to tell anyone, including intelligent animals like dogs and cats.
Audrey nodded slowly and heavily:
"It was a very strange and unique feeling, as if something illusory within you had shattered and merged with your spirit. You could vaguely see one illusory star after another, and you yourself belonged to one of them. These stars attracted each other, as if trying to merge into one."
Susie listened quietly and then answered cheerfully:
"Then I should have completely digested it; I've had similar feelings before."
Huh? Susie has completely absorbed the " Spectator " Potion? But, but, no one taught her Acting Method! I only occasionally gave her hints, like to observe more and keep a calm mindset... Audrey asked in astonishment:
When did you digest it?
"Last month, the month before last, or even earlier..." Susie tried to recall for a while, but seeing her owner's increasingly strange expression, she quickly wagged her tail and timidly added, "I can't remember... I'm just a dog, I don't deliberately try to remember these things, woof."
"Just a dog... but your digestion speed is only slightly slower than mine... Am I supposed to say to other Beyonder in the future that I'm a little better than a dog at digesting Potion...? Pah, Audrey, what are you thinking!" Audrey maintained her elegant smile and politely complimented:
"Very good, I mean, you did a great job digesting the Potion."
After returning from Leppard's place, Klein took a leisurely afternoon nap.
But not long after, he was awakened by a series of disturbing, illusory prayers.
Male? " The Hanged Man," or Little " The Sun "? Am I finally going to get a main ingredient for my Potion? Klein carefully discerned for a few seconds, quickly forgot his anger at being disturbed, got up quickly, took four steps backward, and entered the Gray Fog.
He noticed that the deep red star symbolizing the " The Hanged Man " was contracting and expanding, so he reached out his hand, spreading his Spirituality, and touched it.
After the customary name of the Fool, the Hanged Man prayed:
"... I have collected the spinal fluid of the Evil-patterned Black Panther and the Elven Spring Medullary Crystal. Please allow me to perform a sacrificial ritual and then pass it on to Mr. 'World'."
"The progress is quite fast..." " The Hanged Man " said there would be a grand gathering of pirates soon, and it seems it's not just soon, it's right now... He always speaks with a hint of ambiguity, not entirely truthful... Klein nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Can."
After a simple sacrificial ceremony, Alger suppressed his impulse and did not ask Mr. The Fool whether the planetarium next to Admiral of Stars Cattleya was related to Him.
At this moment, Klein had already put him out of his mind and was admiring the two extraordinary materials placed on the surface of the bronze table.
The spinal fluid of the Evil-patterned Black Panther is a tube of seemingly transparent liquid, but upon closer inspection, its clarity is revealed to be layered, becoming more transparent towards the bottom, perfectly segmented, fully satisfying the desires of those with obsessive-compulsive disorder.
The Elven Spring Medullary Crystal resemble faded eggs; the shells appear very thin and could break at the slightest touch, and one can hear the gurgling sound of flowing water inside without even shaking it.
"I should be able to get three hundred pounds in cash and a clue to the formula from the Apothecary... My ' Magician ' is only missing the real roots and sap of the Mist Treant. I wonder when Little ' The Sun ' will be able to complete the mission..." Klein thought expectantly.
As for the other auxiliary materials, he had already bought them from different stores. For example, he needed to buy water-shaped gemstones from a jewelry store and grind them into powder himself. A 5-gram gemstone would cost about 2.5 pounds.
" The Sun " Derrick didn't keep Klein waiting long. By Wednesday evening, he whispered a prayer, telling Mr. " The Fool " that he had prepared the true roots and sap of the Mist Treant and asked him to pass them on to "The World."
The true root of the Mist Treant is heart-shaped, brown, and palm-sized. Its front is wrinkled, like the skin of an old man, while its back is smooth and delicate, like a gemstone. It is slightly expanding and contracting, seemingly still possessing a certain vitality.
Its juice is light green and crystal clear, and it looks delicious.
Klein just stared at them, a hint of self-satisfaction in his eyes.
In modern times, Sequence 7 is the threshold for the Mid-Sequence.
This means that Beyonder have finally said goodbye to the state of only being slightly better than ordinary people in certain aspects, and will possess a relatively rich array of supernatural abilities!
Huff... Klein slowly exhaled, returned to his bedroom, and brought the extraordinary materials into the real world by summoning himself.
He didn't prepare any extra utensils, but after scrubbing the iron stew pot in the kitchen several times, he began to prepare the Potion in the order of auxiliary ingredients first, then the main ingredients.
With the Clown's control over his body, he quickly completed the prelude, successively placing the spinal fluid of the Evil-patterned Black Panther and the true roots of the Mist Treant inside.
Sizzle!
Amidst the teeth-grinding sound, a wisp of pale white mist suddenly rose, only to be forcibly pulled back into the iron pot by an invisible force.
Once everything had calmed down, Klein quickly poured out the liquid, not leaving a single drop, into a clear glass bottle that had been prepared beforehand.
The liquid was quite peculiar; it was as if fireworks were constantly blooming inside, with colors like red, orange, yellow, and green continuously emanating, disappearing, and reappearing.
This is the " Magician's " Potion!
Klein held the 1-pound gold coin between his left thumb and forefinger, flicked it upwards with a clink, and caught it with his open palm.
He was using Divination to confirm whether his concoction of the Potion had been successful!
Snap!
The gold coin falls with the portrait facing upwards, indicating approval!
Without further hesitation, Klein put away the gold coins, picked up the Potion, and walked out of the kitchen.
It was already late at night, and the gas lamps in the room had not yet been lit. The surroundings were pitch black, with only a faint glimmer of light coming in from near the bay window, creating a dim and gloomy scene.
Klein sat down on the sofa and used Cogitation to calm his racing heart, allowing all his emotions to temporarily leave him.
After doing all this, he picked up the glass bottle, tilted his head back, and drank the " Magician's " Potion.
Glug! Glug!
The icy Potion traveled down my throat, with countless bubbles bursting at any moment.
As Klein was experiencing this stimulation, a massive flow of information suddenly surged into his mind, transforming into fireworks blooming one after another.
The veins on his forehead were bulging, and his head looked like it was about to burst open!
However, this wasn't too difficult for Klein to endure; the terrifying murmurs before entering the Gray Fog and the evil roar of the " True Creator " were far more frightening.
" Hornacis... Flegrea... Hornacis... Flegrea... Hornacis... Flegrea..."
The allure of the ethereal and illusory echoed once more. Klein's head swelled and contracted, gradually regaining his thoughts. He began to consciously restrain his ideas, outlining the sphere of light, and slowly approaching a Cogitation state.
After an unknown amount of time, his vision returned, and he felt itchy all over his body, especially his arms.
Klein hurriedly rolled up his sleeves and was shocked to see that one of his arms had deeply wrinkled skin, making him look like a centenarian, while the other arm had lost its color and become transparent, revealing the blood vessels, muscles, and veins inside.
Is this... still a bit out of control? No, it shouldn't be, this is just a residual effect... Klein sat in the darkness, on the sofa, leaning forward, watching the abnormality in his arms warily, as if Monster was being conceived there.
He heard pedestrians passing by on the street outside, Mrs. Starling greeting her husband who had been home late for half an hour, and Mr. Summer complaining about the congestion caused by too many carriages and narrow roads.
All of this was irrelevant to Klein. He sat quietly on the sofa in the depths of darkness, watching the wrinkled skin and translucent state of his arm gradually return to normal.
Five or six minutes later, everything was finally back to normal, and Klein sighed silently.
"Thankfully, no one came to knock on the door or ring the bell at this time... I completely digested the Sequence 8 Potion before choosing to advance, and I still have such severe residual effects. It must be extremely difficult for those Beyonder rely on time to hone their skills to get through this."
"No wonder the captain took nine years..."
"No wonder Swain, the owner of the Evil Dragon Bar and the former captain of the Mandated Punishers, has never dared to take the Sequence 7 ' Navigator ' Potion..."
After sitting still for another ten seconds or so, Klein slowly stood up.
At this moment, he is already Beyonder in the Mid-Sequence.
At this moment, he was already a " Magician ".