Dunn Smith's grey eyes stared directly into Klein's eyes, remaining silent for a full minute. Under such a silence and gaze pressure, Klein did not retreat nor did he turn his eyes away. He firmly looked back at the other person. "You should understand that once you take the potion, there will be no chance to regret," finally, Dunn spoke again, his voice low and emotionless. Klein smiled and said: "I know, but I respect the voice in my heart." First of all, "The Unsleepers" did not meet his needs, and the "Audience" in the Tarot Gathering also listened to the description like this. Other extraordinary ways were not known when to be accessed, so it was not urgent to wait. Similarly, "The Undertaker" was excluded. Only "The Secret Seeker" and "The Diviner" remained as options. Under the premise that the sequence potion was equally dangerous, and without being able to obtain more information on its own, and given that both "The Secret Seeker" and "The Diviner" met the requirements, then regardless of whether Emperor Roselius merely wrote it randomly or truly regretted not choosing "The Apprentice", "The Thief", or "The Diviner", it was enough to tilt the balance of his inner scale. Moreover, from his notes, as long as one could understand the true meaning of "Digestion" and "Performance", one could minimize the negative effects of the potion to the greatest extent. As for the seductive whispers and illusions that led to madness and insanity, even if one did not become an extraordinary person, they were still encountered! "OK," Dunn Smith stood up, took the half-height black hat, and said as he put it on, "Come with me to the underground." Klein nodded and gracefully performed the gentleman's gesture of gratitude. Tap, tap, tap, the two descended, and the footsteps echoed in the silent and spacious stairs and corridors. Klein suddenly felt a bit nervous and found something to say: "Captain, after taking the potion, you won't directly obtain the corresponding esoteric knowledge. You only gain the qualification to learn and master it. Then where do the initial esoteric knowledge come from? The sages risked their lives to gradually discover it, or did it come from elsewhere?" Every time he came to the underground, he could feel that the air here was quite fresh. Apparently, the ventilation was very good. However, in this environment, a gust of wind occasionally blowing was truly terrifying. Dunn turned his head and looked at him, his grey eyes being exceptionally deep in the dimness. He replied calmly: "One is what you said, exploration, summary, and improvement. The second is the gift of the gods. And the third, ah, those dangerous 'whispers' that others cannot hear are not always crazy delusions or meaningless. Occasionally, occasionally they will tell some things about the esoteric. But as far as I know, no one who actually listens to these and does so for a long time has not gone crazy or turned into a monster. Of course, we should thank them. Their notes are precious treasures in the field of esotericism." Human-shaped white mice... The cold underground invaded, and Klein suddenly shivered: My "Fortune-Telling Ceremony" that turned into the "Magic of Making Friends" later, will it always come with those crazy and terrifying "whispers", will it have the same effect? At the crossroads, Dunn neither went to "Charnis Gate" nor turned to "Weapons, Materials and Library", but led Klein and chose to approach the Church of Saint Selina on the left. Halfway there, he paused, not knowing what triggered it, and opened a hidden door. "This is our night watchman team's 'Alchemical Laboratory", I will have Old Neil go to Charnis Gate to collect the formula and corresponding materials for the 'Diviner' potion. Ah, you are lucky, the goddess is blessing you. The materials related to 'Diviner' should still be left with two copies, otherwise, it will take a long time to wait." Dunn pointed to the room inside the door and said, "You wait here and watch the entire process of Old Neil preparing the potion. This is the most fundamental aspect of mysticism. Well, don't touch the items inside, they are either very dangerous, or very expensive, or both dangerous and expensive." At this point, Dunn added as before: "By the way, I forgot something. You became an extraordinary person because of the need to deal with dangers and search for notes. The credit only accounts for a part of it. So, you can't become a formal team member yet. You remain a civilian, you still receive the corresponding salary, and you still do what I previously assigned. You just need to follow Old Neil to learn a lot of mysticism knowledge. You arrange the time yourself." "OK." Klein, apart from being a bit resentful about not getting a raise, agreed with both hands and feet. According to Dunn's words, after taking the potion and going through the learning and mastering process, directly becoming a formal member and participating in tasks related to supernatural events, I really don't know how to write the word 'die'. Dunn turned around and walked two steps towards the crossroads, then suddenly turned back and said: "There's one more thing." I knew that... Klein had already gotten used to the "style" of the captain. "We have gained certain results from the actions of the Secret Order before." Dunn said with a normal expression, "For a short time, they probably won't dare to provoke us anymore, but you shouldn't be careless either, because we can't confirm the importance of that Antigonus family notebook to them for the time being. From our discoveries, they do indeed retain some ancient customs, which can be confirmed to be related to the Solomon Empire and the fallen nobles of that time." "I understand, thank you, Captain." Klein let out a breath and said. This was one of the reasons why he didn't want to wait and was eager to seize the opportunity to become an extraordinary person! Watching Dunn walk away, confirming that he wouldn't turn back to add anything, Klein walked slowly into the alchemy room. There were long tables here, on which there were test tubes, droppers, scales and beakers, looking very much like the chemical laboratory he had seen in his previous life, only more simple and older. In addition, there were large iron pots, black wooden spoons, transparent crystal balls and other items, as well as strange marks like dark holy symbols that were everywhere. They created a certain mysterious atmosphere out of thin air. Klein looked around with great interest, but didn't clumsily touch or move anything. After a while, footsteps came, Old Neil carrying a silver box with complex patterns walked in. He was still wearing a classical black robe that didn't fit the era and a round-brimmed felt hat of the same color. "Little guy, I didn't expect you to choose 'Diviner'." Old Neil put down the silver box and used his slightly cloudy dark red eyes to scan Klein. "It's exactly like me when I was young, not conforming to the crowd. Yes, you light these gas lamps and close the secret door." "OK." Klein held back his tremors and lit the gas lamps in the alchemy room one by one, allowing the dim light to reign over the place again. Thump, thump, thump, the secret door closed. He turned back to the old Neil with white hair and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth, and saw that he was using a few strange branches tied together to brush the black iron pot. "The preparation of sequence potions is very simple. At least for sequence 7 and below, there is no need for special flames, no need for additional rituals, even no need for incantations, and no need for the participation of the material's spirituality. Just follow the sequence on the formula and accurately add the material quantities in the correct order, then stir it a little, and it's done." Old Neil smiled, his wrinkles seeming to bloom. "Really?" Klein asked in astonishment. This sounds just as simple as my 'transit ritual'... Sigh, thinking about it, it's a bit terrifying... "Perhaps this is the gift of the gods, praise the goddess." Old Neil drew a circle on his chest with very irregular movements. Then, he opened the small silver box and took out a roll of parchment with an aged look. The yellowish-brown parchment was unfolded inch by inch, revealing the words on it. Klein looked far and wide and discovered that it was his familiar Hermes script. It was written in blood-like ink, seemingly still retaining the feeling of flowing, but apart from that, there were no other extraordinary sensations. "'Diviner': 100 milliliters of pure water + 13 drops of night basil juice + 7 gold mint leaves..." Klein murmured the contents of the formula, but the subsequent part was just blocked by Old Neil's elbow and couldn't be seen. "Pure water is water that has been repeatedly distilled. Since I had made it before, there's no need to waste time." Old Neil explained while smoothly taking a large sealed glass bottle with markings from the long table. He opened the lid and casually poured about 100 milliliters of pure water into the large iron pot. Klein didn't dare to ask, fearing it would affect the other person's preparation. After all, the concocted potion had to be drunk by himself. "13 drops of night basil juice, this can be extracted and made into an essential oil for storage." Old Neil took out a small brown bottle from the silver box and, using a dropper, easily dropped 13 drops into the large iron pot. A faint and calming fragrance spread out, and Klein's mood unconsciously became calm. "7 gold mint leaves..." Old Neil picked up a tin can with silver patterns, lifted the lid, and with his bare hands, extracted a few pieces and sprinkled them into the large iron pot. A fresh and stimulating smell could be faintly sensed. "4, 5, 6, 7, just right." Old Neil chuckled and looked at the magic potion formula on the parchment, "3 drops of poison thyme juice. You can't drink this stuff randomly, it will cause total numbness throughout your body, stiffness, and death. In ancient times, it was the best choice for suicide." I'm not stupid... Klein muttered to himself. Old Neil changed the dropper and dropped the poison thyme juice into the large iron pot, creating an odd and refreshing taste that cleared the mind. "9 grams of dragon blood powder." Old Neil calmly reached into the silver box and picked up a transparent test tube. The powder inside was dark black like iron. He weighed 9 grams of powder with a beaker, a telescope, and other items, and casually poured it into the large iron pot, then stirred it with a black wooden spoon. Klein felt a shudder as he watched, feeling that it wasn't entirely reliable. "Actually, these materials are all auxiliary. Adding more or less won't affect the final effect. How about I add some more?" Old Neil joked. "The remaining two are the key ones. The quantities can be slightly less, but not too far off. Otherwise, your 'promotion' will fail. Well, their quantities must not be more than a little bit. Even just a little bit, otherwise, after you take it, you'll have to go for mental treatment, and not dying directly is also not impossible." Klein immediately tensed his mind, looking at Old Neil taking out a black glass bottle from the silver box. "Blood of the Lavazza octopus, 10 milliliters. This octopus is an extraordinary species with obvious mutations, covered with mysterious symbols on its body. Its blood will rapidly decompose under sunlight exposure, losing its special properties. It must be stored in an opaque material." Old Neil's tone was no longer relaxed, and he quickly and carefully took 10 milliliters of blood from the test tube with the pipette. The blood had the color of the sky, and from time to time, it gurgled out illusory bubbles, as if connecting to the spiritual world. "Pour the blood in the test tube, the remaining bit on the wall can be ignored. This is to prevent excessive amounts." Old Neil whispered. The blue blood just entered the iron pot and came into contact with the previous liquid, immediately making a loud noise, and the surrounding light was tinted pale blue, giving Klein a strange feeling of remoteness and familiarity. It seemed to be an experience within the womb, making the soul soar. "Finally, the star crystal, 50 grams." Old Neil's voice rang in Klein's ears, bringing him back to his senses, and he looked back at the long table. In the old man's hand, there was an extremely pure crystal, and this crystal was in a gel-like state, as if it were jelly on Earth, lacking sufficient hardness. Under the pale blue light, it reflected a few glimmers of light, as if there was a brilliant starry sky hidden within it. "This is an excellent material for making divination crystals... A little less, considering the margin of error." Old Neil was weighing while using a patterned silver knife to cut it. "Pure water + night basil + gold mint leaves + poison violet juice + dragon blood grass + Lava octopus blood + star crystal = Diviner..." At this moment, Klein involuntarily recalled the formula. When everything was ready, Old Neil threw a few small pieces of "star crystal" into the large iron pot. Sizzle! Instantly, an illusionary fog emerged, making the alchemy room misty. In this fog, Klein seemed to see the starry sky and also seemed to feel the gaze of some intangible being. After a few seconds, the fog dissipated, and Old Neil used a black wooden spoon to scoop out the thick, dark blue liquid from the large iron pot. They had strange properties, connecting with each other and never separating, as As for the black iron pot, there was not a single trace of residue. The dark blue liquid was poured into an opaque cup, and Old Neil pointed at it and said: "Alright, your 'Diviner' potion."
