Inside the ancient and magnificent palace, one stone pillar after another supports the high dome.
Klein sat at the head of the long bronze table, holding a small, translucent brown vial. He examined it repeatedly but did not sense any danger.
Let's begin... He conjured paper and pen and wrote down the Divination phrases:
"Its origin."
After carefully placing the pen down and mentally preparing himself for a severe blow, Klein glanced at the paper and the Biotoxin Bottle, leaned back in his chair, and began to Cogitation silently.
Soon, he entered a hazy dream and saw a dim but spacious room.
The room was decorated with king cobras, black widow spiders, and other animals, and filled with many strange plants, creating a messy and eerie atmosphere.
A serious-looking middle-aged man in a white coat stood in front of the long table in the center, throwing snake gallbladders, spider venom glands, and other items one by one into a large black iron pot suspended from the ceiling.
In the end, he even added several items with a strong Spirituality glow, such as a lung-like object that sometimes dispersed into black mist and sometimes condensed into a dark green solid, a tube of clear blue liquid, and fiery red eyes...
The air around the large black iron pot gradually became viscous, gathering towards the center but constantly being pushed away, unable to achieve its goal.
Upon seeing this scene, the middle-aged man in the white coat slowly frowned, his expression revealing a hint of anxiety.
He flipped through the black notebook lying beside him, gritted his teeth, and used the ceremonial silver dagger to cut his wrist.
Drops of bright red blood fell into the black iron pot, which seemed to come alive instantly, suddenly unleashing a terrifying suction force that drew in all the viscous air around it, including the crimson blood that had not yet completely left the wrist.
That wasn't the end of it. No matter how much the middle-aged man in the white coat struggled and resisted, or how terrified he looked, he couldn't help but move closer to the iron pot.
His body was stretched out, his head was compressed, and he was slowly devoured by the iron pot amidst his screams.
The specimens hanging around, the plants on display—everything that could move or move—all flew into the iron pot.
Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing and rippling quietly.
When everything was over, the room was completely empty, with only the small, translucent brown bottle lying quietly in the center of the room.
The scene faded quickly, the dream shattered swiftly, and Klein opened his eyes, muttering to himself:
"It turns out that the Biotoxin Bottle was the product of a reckless experiment."
"I thought it was some Beyonder Characteristic left behind by someone who had lost control... If that were the case, it would be able to Divination recipes..."
For Klein, the Beyonder Characteristic Beyonder Characteristic of the out-of-control individuals and those corrupted by evil gods can both be used to create Divination formulas, just like the " Eye of All-Black " left behind by the " Marionettist " Rosago. This is because he has the Gray Fog to sever the connection, this mysterious space to eliminate negative influences, and plenty of capital to court death.
Similarly, Sealed Artifact formed directly from similar Beyonder Characteristic can also be used to Divination Potion recipes.
However, if they are merely used as primary materials, and only become magical items through the crafting of Beyonder such as Artisan or certain perilous experiments, then Klein's current Divination skills are powerless to help, even with the enhancement from this mysterious space above the Gray Fog.
"Not bad, at least we don't have to worry about other hidden dangers from the Biotoxin Bottle anymore..." Klein glanced at the " Werewolf's" fangs and rationally gave up his curiosity.
Inside the Earl Hall's luxurious villa in Queens Borough.
Audrey continued studying psychology.
Beside her feet, Susie, a large golden retriever, sat with bright, alert eyes, wagging her tail from time to time, seemingly enjoying herself immensely.
After finishing the introductory section, the Psychiatrist, Islante, casually mentioned:
Actually, there is another theory.
It believes that humans inherit certain consciousness from their ancestors and from previous generations, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavioral patterns. For example, many people may never have seen a venomous snake, but as soon as they encounter one, they will instinctively feel afraid and want to avoid it.
"Why is that? This is a feeling we inherited from our ancestors, a feeling hidden deep within our consciousness. In ancient times, people constantly fought against venomous snakes and various ferocious animals, gradually engraving this memory into their consciousness and passing it down through generations."
"How is that inherited?" Audrey asked with great interest.
Islante, with her waist-length hair, laughed:
"This is a very good question."
Some people explain that everyone's consciousness is actually connected and integrated at the deepest level, and the traces and characteristics left there will influence the consciousness that belongs to each individual.
"To give an analogy, the deepest level of consciousness is like a boundless ocean, and each of our unique consciousnesses is like an island on that ocean. This can be divided into two parts: the subconscious, which is hidden underwater, and the surface consciousness, which is visible on the surface and can be perceived in daily life."
This is part of the theoretical foundation of this school of psychology.
Audrey glanced at Susie, stroked the golden fur on its neck, and said:
"So, we can use the interconnected ocean to influence other people's consciousness and achieve the goal of treating certain mental illnesses?"
Is this the mystical foundation and extraordinary ability of the " Psychiatrist "? But it seems not quite enough, something is still missing, such as the sky above, the sky that covers everything? Audrey thought with a bewildered yet curious expression.
"You really have a talent for this!" Islante exclaimed in delight. "But we can only influence the surrounding sea area, and then influence those who come closer through it. If we rashly venture into the open ocean, it's easy to lose ourselves."
She looked up at the ornate and intricate wall clock and smiled.
"Time's up. Today's lesson is over, Miss Audrey. If you're interested in this school of psychology, we can continue next time."
"Okay." Audrey stood up and bowed.
As she watched the other person leave, she nodded thoughtfully.
Ms. Islante doesn't seem like a real " Psychiatrist," at most she's like me, a " Mind Reader "...
What she just described was the theoretical basis of the Psychology Alchemists?
They're really patient; why haven't they tried to recruit me yet...?
As Audrey was lost in thought, Susie cheerfully remarked from the side:
" Audrey, I feel like she's the same kind of person as us, no, the same kind of dog, no, that's not right either... woof!"
Susie, who only had a basic grasp of human language, was immediately thrown into confusion, unable to find the right words to describe her feelings.
Bridge South Borough, on Rose Street, outside the Harvest Church.
Klein, dressed normally, glanced at the Holy Emblem of Life on the outer wall, picked up his cane, climbed the steps, and stepped through the gate.
His first task was to assess the situation.
Only in this way can the performance be better performed, so as to cleverly rescue the Vampire Emlyn White without arousing suspicion, and then, as the Detective provided the clues, accept the White family's gratitude and win the Spectator's applause.
This will be an interesting performance.
The Harvest Church wasn't large, with only one prayer hall. Klein found a seat near the aisle, took off his hat, and looked ahead.
Bishop Utravsky was preaching; his height of over 2.2 meters and the imposing physique that his loose priestly robes could not conceal gave him a great sense of intimidation.
However, his expression was unusually gentle, filled with praise and gratitude for life.
Before such a "priest," no one dared to make a sound. The few believers listened quietly, occasionally making the unique prayer gestures of the Church of the Earth Mother.
Klein observed carefully, waited patiently, and remained calm and composed.
As he finished preaching, he gripped his cane, preparing to rise and continue.
Just then, a man dressed in the robes of a priest from the Church of the Church of the Earth Mother entered through the door leading to the room at the back of the church.
He looked to be in his late twenties, with black hair, red eyes, a high nose, and thin lips. He was handsome but not particularly masculine; it was Emlyn White.
Klein's mouth opened little by little, almost unable to close.
Shouldn't this guy be locked in the basement?
Wasn't he constantly proclaiming his determination to uphold his beliefs and never yield to Bishop Utravsky's ideas?
Emlyn White distributed the communion-related items to the believers one by one, finally stopping in front of Klein.
Klein's mind raced, and he immediately lowered his voice and said:
"You must be Emlyn White. Your parents asked my friend to find you."
What are you doing here? Did something happen? Do you need help?
Emlyn White, his characteristic arrogance gone, revealed a smile that was barely better than a grimace:
"No need, I'll be home soon."
He pursed his lips, shook his head, and forced a smile:
"I am already a believer in the Mother Goddess, no, a priest."
This answer completely surprised Klein, leaving him momentarily speechless and only able to scream in his mind:
"Hey, last time at the Harvest Church, you were so adamant that you worshipped the Moon and would never convert to the Earth Mother. How long has it been, and you've already given in?"
"That's incredibly fast!"
Where is your integrity? Where is your moral character?
My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even began...
"This... this doesn't follow the usual rules!"
Klein opened his mouth, then suddenly noticed something was wrong:
Why did Emlyn White tell me about the letter rewriting?
I was just a Detective who happened to stumble upon him while passing by...
He wants me to pass this message on to his parents?
Is there another meaning hidden here?
Just as Klein was speculating about the reason, Emlyn White put away his worries and smiled smugly:
" Detective, you don't need to act."
Or should I address you as the new owner of the Master Key?
"Hehe, for noble Sanguine, everyone smells different and has different blood characteristics. Even when I was locked in the basement, I still smelled and remembered your scent."