The Lord Of Mysteries
Chapter 31: The Potion

Dunn Smith stared at Klein with her gray eyes for a whole minute without a word.

Klein did not cower under the pressure of his silence and gaze. He kept his eyes locked on Dunn.

"You should understand that once you consume the potion, there will be no room for regret." Finally, Dunn spoke again in a deep emotionless voice.

Klein grinned and said, "i know, but I respect the voice within me."

First, Sleepless didn't meet my requirements. It was the same for the Audience he had heard from the Tarot Club based on the description. He wasn't sure when he would make contact with the other Beyonder lines. A slow remedy cannot work for an urgent situation; therefore, he does not need to wait. By the same logic, the Corpse Collector was also knocked out, leaving two choices—Mystery Pryer and Seer.

Under the premise that the potion of the same Order was equally dangerous and he was unable to obtain more information, as well as the fact that the Mystery Pryer and the Diviner met his requirements, so regardless of whether Emperor Roselle made a passing comment or if she truly regretted not choosing Apprentice, Marauder, and Seer, it was enough to give her the balance in her heart.

Furthermore, he could tell from the diary that as long as he discovered the true essence of digestion and acting, he could tell, he would be able to avoid the negative effects that the potion would bring to a significant extent. As for the murmurs and illusory inducements that could push people to corruption and madness, he had already discovered it without even becoming a Beyonder!

"Good." Dunn stood up and took her halved hat. As she wore it, she said, "Follow me."

Klein nodded and bowed in gratitude.

Knocks. Knocks. Knocks. The two ventured down, their footsteps echoing through the silent and spacious stairs and passageways.

Klein suddenly felt gripped by anxiety as he tried to find the topic of conversation.

"Captain, you mentioned that taking the potion would not directly give me the appropriate knowledge of mysticism, that I only have the qualifications to study it. Where does the basic knowledge of mysticism come from? Are our predecessors risking their lives? for that or get it through some other way?"

Every time he went underground, he would find very fresh air. The ventilation is very good. However, the occasional gust of wind made one shiver.

Dunn glanced at him, the darkness in his gray eyes looked extremely deep.

He replied calmly, "One of them is as you say, experimentation, summary, and improvement. Second, it is given by the gods. Third, heh. Dangerous murmurs that others could not hear were not just growling and roaring for no reason. At times, they would explain a few things about mysticism. But according to what I know, people who really listen to muttering in the long run have gone crazy without exception. Or they will fall into corruption and become monsters. Of course, we should thank them. The notebook they left behind was a precious treasure in the field of mysticism."

Human lab rats? The cold humidity of the underground passageway made Klein suddenly shudder.

Then, will my luck-enhancing ritual that turns into a "Social Networking Magic" eventually produce the same effect because of that crazy and horrible murmur?

At the crossing, Dunn did not proceed to Chanis Gate, nor did she turn to weapons, materials, and archives. Instead, he took Klein to the left and approached the Cathedral of Saint Selena.

On the way, he stopped. It was unclear what he touched to open the secret door.

"This is the alchemy room of our Nighthawk team. I'll ask Old Neil to take the formula of the fortune-teller potion and the corresponding ingredients from inside the Chanis Gate. Heh, you're pretty lucky. The goddess has blessed you with her help. We should still have it. The ingredients needed for the two fortune-teller potions. If not, you'll have to wait a long time." Dunn pointed to the room behind the door. "Wait here. Later, look at Old Neil concocting potions. That's the most basic part of the study of mysticism. Oh, don't touch things in there. They're either very dangerous, expensive, or both."

With that said, Dunn added as before.

"Oh right, I forgot something else.You being a Beyonder is the result of you having to face the danger and the need to find a notebook. The meritorious deeds are only part of it; therefore, you will not be a member of our team for the time being.you will still be a civilian staff member with an appropriate salary. you'll still do as I told you before. One additional thing is to learn more about mysticism with Old Neil. You can manage time with him."

"Good." Other than feeling a little dissatisfied with the absence of a raise, Klein agreed completely with the others.

According to Dunn, there is still a process of learning and capturing a person's new strength after consuming the herb. If he soon becomes an official member and participates in paranormal missions, his death is certain.

Dunn turned around and walked two steps towards the intersection when she suddenly turned around.

"Another thing."

I know it. Klein is used to his Captain's "style.

"We got something out of the Secret Order's actions" Dunn said with her usual expression. “It looks like they won't provoke you anytime soon, but don't be rash. This has to do with those who are temporarily unable to ascertain whether the Antigonus family notebook is important to them. From what we found, they have kept some of them. ancient customs and we can confirm that it is related to the Solomon Empire and the corrupt nobles of that period."

"understand. Thank you, Captain," Klein said with a sigh.

This was also one of the reasons why he did not want to wait, capturing the chance of becoming a Beyonder in a hurry!

As he watched Dunn leave and made sure that he would not turn to say more, Klein slowly walked into the alchemy room.

The room has a long table. There are test tubes, pipettes, scales and crucibles. It resembles a chemical laboratory from a previous life. It's just simpler and more ancient.

In addition, there was a large cauldron, a dark wooden spoon, a translucent crystal ball, and other items. The Dark Sacred Emblem and other strange emblems were seen everywhere. They gave the room a color of mystery.

Klein looked around with interest, but he wasn't stupid enough to touch those things.

After a while, he heard footsteps. Old Neil carried a small silver chest with a complicated pattern. He still wears his quirky classic black robe and seems out of date, matched with a flannel hat with a matching round tip.

"Son, I never expected you to choose Seers." Old Neil put down the crate and used his slightly turbid red eyes to measure up to Klein. "Your personality was the same as mine when I was young. You just don't want to follow the masses. Appreciable. Turn on some of these gas lamps and close the door."

"Good." Klein tried hard not to tremble as he lit every gas lamp in the alchemy room. He made a rule of dim light over the place once again.

Nah! Nah! Nah! The secret door is closed. He turned to look at the white hair

and the wrinkled Old Neil used a bunch of strangely tied tree branches to scrub

that black cauldron.

"real?" Klein asked in surprise.

This sounds as simple as my luck-enhancing ritual…

Man, it's pretty scary when you think about it …

"Maybe it's a gift from the gods. Praise Madam." Old Neil drew an indiscriminate circle over his chest.

After which, he opened the silver casket and took out a goat skin parchment that exuded yellowishness.

The yellowish-brown goat skin stretched inch by inch, revealing words on it. Klein looked at it from a distance and realized it was in Hermes, a language he was very familiar with.

It was written in ink that resembled blood, seemingly still having its fluidity intact. But other than that, it doesn't seem extraordinary in any way.

"See: 100 milliliters of pure water, 13 drops of vanilla liquid at night, 7 gold mint leaves.." Klein secretly recited the contents of the formula, but the rest was blocked by Old Neil's wrist, preventing him from reading it.

"Pure water is water that is distilled repeatedly. Fortunately, I've made it before, so there's no need to waste time on it." While Old Neil was giving an introduction, he picked up a large glass bottle sealed from the table with great familiarity.

He removed the plug and poured about 100 milliliters of pure water into the cauldron without much thought.

Klein did not dare to ask, afraid that he would affect Old Neil's potion. After all, he was the one who drank the potion.

"13 drops of vanilla juice a night. It can be extracted and stored as an essential oil before." Old Neil took out a small brown bottle from the silver casket and with a pipette and dripped 13 drops into the cauldron casually.

A faint but calming fragrance emanated, making Klein feel an abnormal peace.

"7 pieces of gold mint leaves." Old Neil picked up a silver-patterned can and opened the lid. With his bare hands, he picked up some leaves and spread them into the cauldron. He smelled a fresh and stimulating scent.

"4, 5, 6, 7. Perfect." Old Neil chuckled and looked at the formula of the herb in the goat skin. "3 drops of poison hemlock. This is not something you should drink at random. This can cause your entire body to numb to death. In ancient times, it proved to be the best choice for suicide."

It's not that I'm stupid.

Old Neil changed the pipette and dripped the poison hemlock into the cauldron. The mixture gives rise to a strange smell that refreshes the mind.

"9 grams of dragon blood grass powder." Old Neil took the time to put his hand into the silver casket and took out a transparent test tube. There was some black powder inside.

He used a beaker and scales to measure 9 grams of powder and poured it into the cauldron. He then stirred the mixture twice with a dark wooden spoon. The relaxing process of concocting the potion made Klein a little worried.

"In fact, the ingredients from before are just additions. The exact number does not greatly affect the final result. Should I add a little more?" Old Neil made a joke. "The latter two are crucial. The amount can be slightly lowered, but it should not be too far from the need, or your 'improvement' can fail. Oh, the number can't be more, even if it's just a little. Then , you should be treated for mental problems. It's not impossible to die soon."

Klein immediately stiffened as he watched Old Neil take out a black glass bottle from the silver casket.

"Lavos Squid Blood, 10 milliliters. This type of squid is considered an extraordinary biological species. Obviously mutated. Encompassed mystery. His blood would quickly break down in the sun and lose its unique qualities. It should be stored in an invisibility material." Old Neil's tone no longer sounded relaxed. He quickly and carefully took 10 milliliters of blood with a test tube.

His blood was blue like the sky. From time to time, it produced an illusionary bubble as if it was connected to the spiritual world.

"After pouring blood into the test tube, the remaining drops are ignored as a form of prevention" whispered Old Neil.

The moment the blue blood entered the cauldron and made contact with the liquid from before, it produced a bubbling sound. The surrounding light was colored with a light blue tinge, making Klein feel a strange distance but also familiarity.

It was like being in a mother's womb. It lifts the human soul.

"Last item. Crystal Stellar Aqua. 50 grams." Old Neil's voice rang out in Klein's ears, waking him up as he looked at the table.

In the old man's hand was a piece of extremely pure crystal. Furthermore, the crystal looked like gelatin, as if it was a jelly from Earth. It has no violence.

Under the illumination of the blue light, it reflected a bit of light as it seemed to contain a sparkling star vacuum within it.

"It is an excellent material for the manufacture of divination crystals. Just a little less to consider the error." As Old Neil measured, he used a small patterned silver blade to extract the crystal.

"Pure water, night vanilla, gold mint leaves, poison hemlock juice, dragon blood grass, Lavos Squid blood, and Stellar Aqua crystals formed the Seers.." At that moment, the blood of the Dragons, Klein could not help but remember the formula.

After everything was done, Old Neil poured a few blocks of Stellar Aqua crystals into the cauldron.

Hissing!

The illusory fog instantly spewed out, turning the alchemy room into a blur.

Klein seemed to be seeing countless stars amidst the fog and felt like he was being observed by an invisible existence.

A few seconds later, the fog disappeared. Old Neil used a dark wooden spoon and picked up a dark blue viscous liquid. It has the peculiar characteristics—sticky and inseparable. There was not the slightest bit left in the black cauldron.

A deep blue liquid poured into the frosted cup before Old Neil pointed at him.

"It's over, your fortune teller's potion."