8 PM, Harvest Church.
Having changed back into normal attire, Klein subtly glanced around as he pressed the brim of his top hat before stepping into the hall and approaching Emlyn White stood before three rows of candles on the right.
At the Vampire's feet lay a black briefcase, its surface seemingly covered by a " Wall of Spirituality."
Emlyn was initially pleased to see Sherlock Moriarty enter, but his expression quickly turned wary.
He bent down, picked up the suitcase, and took a few steps back, moving closer to Father Utravsky, who was praying intently.
"They're afraid I'll forcibly seize these extraordinary materials..." Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:
"Let me first verify that these are the two materials I need."
Emlyn White ran his hand through his hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and snapped open the snap.
The " Wall of Spirituality " then shattered, transforming into a gentle breeze that swept through the prayer hall.
Klein had already activated his Spirit Vision, immediately saw bursts of strange and dazzling light, which was the Spirituality radiance emanating from many Beyonder Characteristic.
Inside the suitcase were two small boxes, one made of white tin with many patterns, simple and heavy, and the other was a plain cardboard box.
Emlyn held the black leather suitcase in one hand and opened the silvery-white but slightly dull tin box. The items inside resembled peeled walnuts, yellowish-brown in color, with raised and recessed patterns like the lines of a brain.
As the candlelight flickered, its shape constantly changed, sometimes grayish-white with wrinkles, sometimes deep brown and smooth, and sometimes a mixture of the two colors, outlining a "face" without features.
Upon seeing it, Klein felt a slight disturbance in the Potion's power, which had been completely absorbed and integrated into his body, as if a magnet had encountered opposite poles.
He used the " Clown's" abilities to control his body, suppressing the feeling of mutual attraction, and he already knew in his heart that it was the genuine mutated pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter's brain.
It seems that Emperor Roselle's speculation in his diary is indeed plausible. High-Sequence items from the same pathway intermittently and unconsciously attract mid- to Low-Sequence Beyonder to their vicinity, and there's a tendency for them to cluster together... Although the Thousand-faced Hunter's mutated pituitary gland is still far from High-Sequence and wouldn't have that strange attraction, its accumulated Beyonder Characteristic are already sufficient. Furthermore, I've also digested the Sequence 7 Potion, so when the two are close enough, similar symptoms appear...
I hadn't noticed it before, partly because the corresponding extraordinary materials were of low grade, and partly because my own strength was insufficient and my Sequence wasn't strong enough... Right, every time I finished digesting Potion, a phantom starry Starry Sky seemed to appear around me, filled with countless dazzling lights, all pulling at each other, trying to get closer... This might be a picture of the "aggregation" law of Beyonder Characteristic within the same path, and the greater the "mass," the stronger the gravitational pull...
So, do the Beyonder Characteristic of similar roads conform to this law?
With an unchanged expression, Klein recalled the entries in Roselle's Diary and, combined with his own experiences of digesting Potion three times, roughly confirmed the existence of a certain law.
Emlyn White glanced at him warily, quickly closed the tin box, and then opened the cardboard box next to it.
The inside of the cardboard box was lined with dense cotton, and in the center lay a glass bottle that could hold 200 milliliters of liquid. Half of the bottle was empty, while the rest was filled with a viscous liquid that changed color with the light.
"Any more questions?" Emlyn closed the cardboard box.
"Let me double-check." Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers, as if it had come to life.
Clang!
The gold coin bounced up, then fell back down, landing in Klein's palm.
This time, the portrait faces upwards, indicating affirmation.
Klein nodded slightly and took out stacks of banknotes from different pockets of his clothes, including 10-pound notes, 5-pound notes, and 1-pound notes.
"1450 pounds." Klein piled the cash high and placed it on the table and chairs next to him.
"Take a few steps back, no, five steps!" Emlyn called out cautiously.
Klein smiled, raised his hands, and took five steps back.
Emlyn cautiously approached and checked the pile of cash for any blank sheets of paper.
After a quick count, he tossed the suitcase in his hand to the other party in the transaction.
Klein was startled, but with quick reflexes and precise judgment, he caught the suitcase.
He was afraid the glass bottle would shatter and cause the blood of the Thousand-faced Hunter to seep out.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Emlyn White gathered the money and quickly retreated to Father Utravsky's side.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.
Seeing this, Klein couldn't help but recall the scene from just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:
He and Emlyn turned what should have been a beautiful church of the Earth Mother into something resembling an arms or drug deal...
Having confirmed the condition of the two materials, Klein snapped his fingers, igniting a match he had specially taken out of his pocket, causing the suddenly rising crimson flames to engulf him.
When the flames subsided, he had vanished.
Because he often met Emlyn White at the Harvest Church, he no longer minded Father Utravsky knowing that he was the Beyonder who helped the other man clear his dark personality; he even felt that this could help them build a connection.
Emlyn, who was counting the banknotes, looked up and saw this scene, and was stunned for a full two seconds.
He mumbled something to himself:
My suitcase...
My tin box...
On the streets illuminated by gas streetlights, a horse-drawn carriage rolled through puddles, heading towards the edge of Queens Borough.
Fors has told her friend Xio Derecha that she now has a teacher and has taken another dose of the " Apprentice " Potion.
After confirming that she showed no signs of losing control, Xiu glanced at the gas streetlights outside the window, which were much taller than him, and asked in confusion:
"I've always wondered why it's stored as raw materials instead of Potion. Your teacher could have easily prepared the Potion in advance and brought them over, saving you the trouble of working on-site."
Fors smiled faintly:
"I asked him about this, and he said there are two main reasons. First, different extraordinary materials have different uses, and once they are mixed into Potion, they can no longer be used flexibly. Second, Beyonder Characteristic can be preserved indefinitely when solidified, but not after being turned into Potion, unless there are special isolation techniques."
"Why?" Hugh asked in surprise, "This isn't an ordinary potion or an extraordinary weapon; its Spirituality will continuously dissipate and diminish."
Fors had no inclination to laugh, yet she was forced to maintain a smile.
"It's not a matter of loss of properties, but rather that once extraordinary materials are transformed into Potion, not only humans can absorb them, but other organisms and even inanimate materials can as well, though it will be much slower. For example, if I store Potion in a glass bottle, it seems fine, but perhaps after a few days, the glass bottle will completely 'drink' the Potion, turning it into a special magical item, and might even unlock a certain level of Wisdom. Of course, my teacher said that this situation has significant side effects, akin to the remnants of someone who has lost control."
"The seven major churches and certain Concealment forces possess special isolation techniques, but they are quite cumbersome and won't be used with Low-Sequence Potion."
"That's amazing!" Hugh exclaimed sincerely.
She glanced outside again and lowered her voice:
We're almost there.
She and Fors were there to attend the gathering of Beyonder convened by Mr. A.
Fors laughed, his heart breaking.
"I hope I can have the stomach of Spirit Eater."
Before her teacher Dorian Gray, left, he taught her Acting Method and gave her a recipe for the " Trickmaster "Potion potion, instructing her to try to find the extraordinary ingredients herself. If she hadn't gathered them by the time her " Apprentice " Potion was finished, she should write to him for help.
This left Fors in a state of confusion:
"What was the point of me spending so much money to buy the ' Trickmaster ' formula and Acting Method?"
"So far, the most helpful and irreplaceable aspect of Tarot Club me has been the lessons taught by Mr. ' The Hanged Man ' and Ms. ' Justice,' as well as Mr. ' The Fool's ' interference in Divination. Otherwise, my teacher would have discovered my problems long ago, and I wouldn't be able to become his student..."
"Sigh, consider it the price paid for the Full Moon Curse being neutralized..."
As her thoughts raced, Fors suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A was having a party had clearly collapsed, with many places even showing signs of charring.
A fierce battle had taken place here... Who was targeting Mr. A? The official organization? Fors immediately gave Hugh Psychological Suggestion and instructed the coachman outside:
"Not here, two streets ahead."
Aurora Order's stronghold discovered; terrorist organization suffers heavy blow.
The next morning, Klein had just opened the newspaper when he saw this news.
"May Mr. A die in this siege." He solemnly drew a Crimson Moon on his chest.
He had already thrown the mutated pituitary gland and blood from the Thousand-faced Hunter's brain, which he had obtained in the previous night's transaction, onto the Gray Fog, making sure they wouldn't be lost.
Even if I die, they won't be lost... Klein confidently forked a piece of bacon and chewed.
After last night's transaction, his cash has fallen back below £1,000, leaving him with only £735, enough to buy the Deep-sea Naga's hair, but not enough to take into account the characteristics of the Human-skinned Shadow.
Having neither better leads nor money, Klein rested at home for the entire morning. After lunch, he dressed neatly and headed straight for the Backlund Bridge Area.
He had previously made an agreement with Carlson of " Machinery Hivemind " that if he had any intelligence, he should go to the " Bravehearts Bar " near the West Balam Dock. If the information was particularly important and Carlson was not there, he should go directly to the Leverage Church Sherlock Moriarty was not a member of any Concealment organization, so there was no need to be cautious.
The " Bravehearts Bar " wasn't crowded in the afternoon, and Klein spotted Carlson sitting alone in the corner of the bar, drinking by himself.
He walked over, tapped the table, and reported in a low voice:
"Many people in the East Borough are spreading the belief in Primordial Creator."
Carlson, sipping his pure malt beer, replied noncommittally:
"I see."
As expected... Klein muttered to himself, then smiled:
"I have a lead regarding a Quaternary noble tomb."
"Ah?"
Carlson paused in his act of holding the wine glass, turned his head in surprise to look at Klein, and subconsciously pushed up his thick glasses.
However, he noticed that Detective Sherlock Moriarty. Instead, he looked at the bartender several steps away and smiled leisurely:
"A glass of Southville beer."