At 8 o'clock in the evening, Harvest Church.
Klein, who had changed back to his normal outfit, looked around quietly by pressing the edge of the top hat, before entering the hall and heading towards Emlyn White in front of the three rows of candlelight on the right.
The vampire had a black suitcase at its feet, and its surface seemed to be covered with a spiritual wall.
When Emlin was first happy when he noticed Sherlock Moriarty coming in, he immediately showed a vigilant look.
He bent down and took the suitcase, took a few steps behind, and moved closer to Father Utlavsky, who was praying attentively.
This is because I am afraid that I will forcefully grab the extraordinary material Ah... Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:
Let me first verify whether the two pieces of materials I need.
Emlin White reached out to comb his hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and unbuttoned the secret buckle with a snap.
The spiritual wall then shattered, turning into a breeze through the prayer hall.
Klein, who had already opened his spiritual vision, immediately saw bursts of strange and gorgeous light, which were the spiritual brilliance blooming with many extraordinary characteristics.
There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one is made of white tin, with many patterns, simple and heavy, and the other is a pure cardboard box.
Emlin held the black suitcase with one hand and opened the silver-white but slightly dim tin box. The items inside seemed to peel off the shell of walnuts, yellow-brown, with bulges and depressions like brain patterns.
As the candlelight sways, it constantly changes its appearance, sometimes grayish white, with wrinkles, sometimes dark brown, extremely smooth, and sometimes the two colors are mixed to outline a face without facial features.
As soon as he saw it, Klein felt that the potion power that had been completely digested and integrated into his own was slightly volatile, just like a magnet encountered an extraordinary extreme.
He controlled his body with the ability of a clown, suppressing this feeling of attraction between each other, and he already understood in his heart that it was the real Pituitary gland of a truly mutated hunter.
It seems that Emperor Rossell's guess in his diary is indeed possible. High-sequence items of the same pathway will intermittently and unconsciously attract extraordinary people from the middle and low-sequences to its vicinity, and tend to aggregate them together... Although the brain mutant pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter is still far away from the high-sequence and will not have that wonderful attraction, but there are enough extraordinary characteristics that are enriched in itself. In addition, I have also digested the potion of Sequence 7. When the two are close enough, similar signs appear...
I didn't notice it before, one is that the corresponding extraordinary materials have low grades, and the other is that they have poor strength and insufficient sequence... By the way, every time I digest the potion, there seems to be an illusory starry sky around me, with many brilliances in it, trying to get close to it... This may be the picture of the law of extraordinary characteristics, aggregation, and the greater the mass, the stronger the gravity...
So, will the extraordinary characteristics of similar roads conform to this law?
Klein's expression kept recalling the records in Rossell's diary, and combined with his own three experiences of digesting potions, he roughly determined the existence of a certain law.
Emlyn White glanced at him with alertness, quickly closed the tin box, and then uncovered the next cardboard box.
The inside of the carton is covered with dense cotton, and a glass bottle that can hold 200 ml of liquid lies in the center, half empty inside, and there is a viscous water that can modify its color as the light changes.
Is there any problem?Emlin closed the carton.
I'll confirm it again.Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers, as if he had his own life.
Zheng!
The gold coins bounced up and fell down again, spreading in Klein's palm.
This time, the portrait is facing upward, showing affirmation.
Klein nodded gently and took out stacks of banknotes from different pockets of clothes, including 10 pounds, 5 pounds, and 1 pound.
£1450.Klein piled up the cash and placed it on the table and chair next to it.
Take a few steps back, no, five steps!Emlin shouted cautiously.
Klein smiled and raised his hands, and took five steps backwards.
Emlin carefully moved closer and checked whether there was any blank paper in the pile of cash.
After making a brief point, he threw the suitcase in his hand at the trading object.
Klein was startled, agile, and accurately judged and caught the suitcase.
He was afraid that the glass bottle would break and let the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter seep out.
Emlin White took this opportunity to collect the money and quickly retreated to Father Utlavsky.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.
Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the scene just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:
He and Emlin made the good church of Mother Earth like an arms or drug dealing site...
After confirming the condition of the two pieces of materials, Klein snapped his fingers and let the matches specially separated in his pocket ignite, allowing the suddenly rising red flames to wrap themselves up.
When the flames fell, he disappeared.
Because he often meets Emlin White at Harvest Church, he doesn't mind being known by Father Utlavsky that he is the extraordinary person who helps the other party clear out the dark personality, and even thinks that this can still make some friendship.
Emlin, who was counting the bills, looked up and saw this scene, and was stunned for two seconds.
He stammered his mouth and whispered to himself:
My suitcase...
My tin box...
……
On the streets illuminated by gas street lights, a carriage crushed layers of puddles and headed towards the edge of Queens.
Forth had told his friend Hugh Dilcha about having a teacher and taking a new apprentice potion.
After confirming that she had no sign of losing control, Xiu looked at the gas street lights that were much taller than her outside the window, and said in confusion:
I've always wondered why it's preserved in the form of materials, not potions?Your teacher can prepare the potions in advance and bring them there without having to be busy on the spot.
Forsy smiled faintly:
I asked him about this question, and he said that there are two main reasons. One is that different extraordinary materials have different uses. If they are mixed into potions, they cannot be used flexibly. The other is that they can be kept when they are solidified, but they cannot be done after they become potions unless there are special isolation techniques.
Why?Xiu asked in surprise. This is not an ordinary potion or extraordinary weapon, and his spirituality will continue to spread and decay.
Fors didn't have the mood to smile, but had to keep smiling:
It is not a problem of loss of characteristics, but once extraordinary materials become potions, not only can humans absorb them, but other organisms and even lifeless materials are also good, but it will be relatively slow. For example, I use a glass bottle to store potions, which seems to be fine, but maybe in a few days, that glass bottle can completely "drink" the potions and turn them into special magical items, and may even open up a certain amount of wisdom. Of course, my teacher said that this situation has great side effects, which are like the legacy of the out-of-control person.
The seven major churches and certain secret forces have special isolation skills, but they are quite troublesome and will not use low- and medium-sized potions.
What a magical Ah!Hugh sighed sincerely.
She looked outside again and said in a low voice:
It's almost arrived.
She and Forth came to attend the extraordinary party convened by Mr. A.
Forsy smiled as if he was cut off his heart and said:
Hope there is a stomach bag for the spirit eater.
Her teacher Dorian Gray taught her how to play before leaving and gave her a recipe for magic masters of the potion, asking her to try to find extraordinary materials by herself. If the apprentice's potion has not been collected yet, write a letter to ask him for help.
This put Fors into a state of confusion:
What is the purpose of my previous spending a lot of money on the recipe and acting of the ‘Master of Magic’?
So far, the Tarot will have the greatest effect on me. The most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mr. ‘Hangered Man’ and Miss ‘Justice’, as well as the interference of Mr. ‘Follower’ in divination. Otherwise, I would have been discovered by the teacher and could not be his student…
Alas, just treat it as the price paid for the full moon curse to be offset...
As the thoughts turned, Fors suddenly saw that the house where Mr. A was having a party had a significant collapse, and there were even traces of charred in many places.
There was a fierce battle here...Who is dealing with Mr. A?Official organization?Fors immediately made a hint to Hug and ordered the coachman outside:
Not here, there are two streets ahead.
……
"Aurora stronghold was discovered, terrorist organization suffered heavy blow"
The next morning, Klein just opened the newspaper and saw the news.
Mr. A died in this encirclement.He drew a crimson moon on his chest solemnly.
He had thrown the pituitary and blood of the Thousand Face Hunter's brain that he had traded last night onto the gray fog, in order not to be lost.
Even if I die, they won't be thrown away... Klein forked the bacon and chewed it with great confidence.
After last night's transaction, his cash fell back below 1,000 pounds, with only 735 pounds left, so he could buy the hair of the deep sea Naga, and was unable to take into account the characteristics of human skin shadows.
Klein, who had neither better clues nor money, took a whole morning to rest at home. After lunch, he was dressed neatly and went out and headed straight for the Beckland Bridge area.
He had agreed with Carlson of Mechanical Heart that if there was any information, go to Lucky Bar near the Shibayran Dock to find the other party. If the news is particularly important and the other party is not there, he would go directly to the church. Anyway, Sherlock Moriarty is not a member of a secret organization and does not need to act cautiously.
There were not many guests in the Lucky Bar in the afternoon. Klein saw Carlson drinking alone in the corner of the bar at a glance.
He walked over, knocked on the table, and reported in his voice:
Many people in the East District are spreading the original Creator's belief.
Carlson sipped the wine made of pure malt and answered without any comment:
I see.
Sure enough... Klein said a secretly and smiled:
I have a clue about the tombs of the Quaternary nobles.
Ah？
Carlson stopped holding the wine glass, turned his head toward Klein in shock, and subconsciously pushed his heavy glasses.
However, he found that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up, but instead looked at the bartender who had been several steps away, and said with a leisurely smile:
A glass of Southwell beer.
Klein, who had changed back to his normal outfit, looked around quietly by pressing the edge of the top hat, before entering the hall and heading towards Emlyn White in front of the three rows of candlelight on the right.
The vampire had a black suitcase at its feet, and its surface seemed to be covered with a spiritual wall.
When Emlin was first happy when he noticed Sherlock Moriarty coming in, he immediately showed a vigilant look.
He bent down and took the suitcase, took a few steps behind, and moved closer to Father Utlavsky, who was praying attentively.
This is because I am afraid that I will forcefully grab the extraordinary material Ah... Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:
Let me first verify whether the two pieces of materials I need.
Emlin White reached out to comb his hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and unbuttoned the secret buckle with a snap.
The spiritual wall then shattered, turning into a breeze through the prayer hall.
Klein, who had already opened his spiritual vision, immediately saw bursts of strange and gorgeous light, which were the spiritual brilliance blooming with many extraordinary characteristics.
There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one is made of white tin, with many patterns, simple and heavy, and the other is a pure cardboard box.
Emlin held the black suitcase with one hand and opened the silver-white but slightly dim tin box. The items inside seemed to peel off the shell of walnuts, yellow-brown, with bulges and depressions like brain patterns.
As the candlelight sways, it constantly changes its appearance, sometimes grayish white, with wrinkles, sometimes dark brown, extremely smooth, and sometimes the two colors are mixed to outline a face without facial features.
As soon as he saw it, Klein felt that the potion power that had been completely digested and integrated into his own was slightly volatile, just like a magnet encountered an extraordinary extreme.
He controlled his body with the ability of a clown, suppressing this feeling of attraction between each other, and he already understood in his heart that it was the real Pituitary gland of a truly mutated hunter.
It seems that Emperor Rossell's guess in his diary is indeed possible. High-sequence items of the same pathway will intermittently and unconsciously attract extraordinary people from the middle and low-sequences to its vicinity, and tend to aggregate them together... Although the brain mutant pituitary gland of the Thousand-faced Hunter is still far away from the high-sequence and will not have that wonderful attraction, but there are enough extraordinary characteristics that are enriched in itself. In addition, I have also digested the potion of Sequence 7. When the two are close enough, similar signs appear...
I didn't notice it before, one is that the corresponding extraordinary materials have low grades, and the other is that they have poor strength and insufficient sequence... By the way, every time I digest the potion, there seems to be an illusory starry sky around me, with many brilliances in it, trying to get close to it... This may be the picture of the law of extraordinary characteristics, aggregation, and the greater the mass, the stronger the gravity...
So, will the extraordinary characteristics of similar roads conform to this law?
Klein's expression kept recalling the records in Rossell's diary, and combined with his own three experiences of digesting potions, he roughly determined the existence of a certain law.
Emlyn White glanced at him with alertness, quickly closed the tin box, and then uncovered the next cardboard box.
The inside of the carton is covered with dense cotton, and a glass bottle that can hold 200 ml of liquid lies in the center, half empty inside, and there is a viscous water that can modify its color as the light changes.
Is there any problem?Emlin closed the carton.
I'll confirm it again.Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers, as if he had his own life.
Zheng!
The gold coins bounced up and fell down again, spreading in Klein's palm.
This time, the portrait is facing upward, showing affirmation.
Klein nodded gently and took out stacks of banknotes from different pockets of clothes, including 10 pounds, 5 pounds, and 1 pound.
£1450.Klein piled up the cash and placed it on the table and chair next to it.
Take a few steps back, no, five steps!Emlin shouted cautiously.
Klein smiled and raised his hands, and took five steps backwards.
Emlin carefully moved closer and checked whether there was any blank paper in the pile of cash.
After making a brief point, he threw the suitcase in his hand at the trading object.
Klein was startled, agile, and accurately judged and caught the suitcase.
He was afraid that the glass bottle would break and let the blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter seep out.
Emlin White took this opportunity to collect the money and quickly retreated to Father Utlavsky.
He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.
Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the scene just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:
He and Emlin made the good church of Mother Earth like an arms or drug dealing site...
After confirming the condition of the two pieces of materials, Klein snapped his fingers and let the matches specially separated in his pocket ignite, allowing the suddenly rising red flames to wrap themselves up.
When the flames fell, he disappeared.
Because he often meets Emlin White at Harvest Church, he doesn't mind being known by Father Utlavsky that he is the extraordinary person who helps the other party clear out the dark personality, and even thinks that this can still make some friendship.
Emlin, who was counting the bills, looked up and saw this scene, and was stunned for two seconds.
He stammered his mouth and whispered to himself:
My suitcase...
My tin box...
……
On the streets illuminated by gas street lights, a carriage crushed layers of puddles and headed towards the edge of Queens.
Forth had told his friend Hugh Dilcha about having a teacher and taking a new apprentice potion.
After confirming that she had no sign of losing control, Xiu looked at the gas street lights that were much taller than her outside the window, and said in confusion:
I've always wondered why it's preserved in the form of materials, not potions?Your teacher can prepare the potions in advance and bring them there without having to be busy on the spot.
Forsy smiled faintly:
I asked him about this question, and he said that there are two main reasons. One is that different extraordinary materials have different uses. If they are mixed into potions, they cannot be used flexibly. The other is that they can be kept when they are solidified, but they cannot be done after they become potions unless there are special isolation techniques.
Why?Xiu asked in surprise. This is not an ordinary potion or extraordinary weapon, and his spirituality will continue to spread and decay.
Fors didn't have the mood to smile, but had to keep smiling:
It is not a problem of loss of characteristics, but once extraordinary materials become potions, not only can humans absorb them, but other organisms and even lifeless materials are also good, but it will be relatively slow. For example, I use a glass bottle to store potions, which seems to be fine, but maybe in a few days, that glass bottle can completely "drink" the potions and turn them into special magical items, and may even open up a certain amount of wisdom. Of course, my teacher said that this situation has great side effects, which are like the legacy of the out-of-control person.
The seven major churches and certain secret forces have special isolation skills, but they are quite troublesome and will not use low- and medium-sized potions.
What a magical Ah!Hugh sighed sincerely.
She looked outside again and said in a low voice:
It's almost arrived.
She and Forth came to attend the extraordinary party convened by Mr. A.
Forsy smiled as if he was cut off his heart and said:
Hope there is a stomach bag for the spirit eater.
Her teacher Dorian Gray taught her how to play before leaving and gave her a recipe for magic masters of the potion, asking her to try to find extraordinary materials by herself. If the apprentice's potion has not been collected yet, write a letter to ask him for help.
This put Fors into a state of confusion:
What is the purpose of my previous spending a lot of money on the recipe and acting of the ‘Master of Magic’?
So far, the Tarot will have the greatest effect on me. The most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mr. ‘Hangered Man’ and Miss ‘Justice’, as well as the interference of Mr. ‘Follower’ in divination. Otherwise, I would have been discovered by the teacher and could not be his student…
Alas, just treat it as the price paid for the full moon curse to be offset...
As the thoughts turned, Fors suddenly saw that the house where Mr. A was having a party had a significant collapse, and there were even traces of charred in many places.
There was a fierce battle here...Who is dealing with Mr. A?Official organization?Fors immediately made a hint to Hug and ordered the coachman outside:
Not here, there are two streets ahead.
……
"Aurora stronghold was discovered, terrorist organization suffered heavy blow"
The next morning, Klein just opened the newspaper and saw the news.
Mr. A died in this encirclement.He drew a crimson moon on his chest solemnly.
He had thrown the pituitary and blood of the Thousand Face Hunter's brain that he had traded last night onto the gray fog, in order not to be lost.
Even if I die, they won't be thrown away... Klein forked the bacon and chewed it with great confidence.
After last night's transaction, his cash fell back below 1,000 pounds, with only 735 pounds left, so he could buy the hair of the deep sea Naga, and was unable to take into account the characteristics of human skin shadows.
Klein, who had neither better clues nor money, took a whole morning to rest at home. After lunch, he was dressed neatly and went out and headed straight for the Beckland Bridge area.
He had agreed with Carlson of Mechanical Heart that if there was any information, go to Lucky Bar near the Shibayran Dock to find the other party. If the news is particularly important and the other party is not there, he would go directly to the church. Anyway, Sherlock Moriarty is not a member of a secret organization and does not need to act cautiously.
There were not many guests in the Lucky Bar in the afternoon. Klein saw Carlson drinking alone in the corner of the bar at a glance.
He walked over, knocked on the table, and reported in his voice:
Many people in the East District are spreading the original Creator's belief.
Carlson sipped the wine made of pure malt and answered without any comment:
I see.
Sure enough... Klein said a secretly and smiled:
I have a clue about the tombs of the Quaternary nobles.
Ah？
Carlson stopped holding the wine glass, turned his head toward Klein in shock, and subconsciously pushed his heavy glasses.
However, he found that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up, but instead looked at the bartender who had been several steps away, and said with a leisurely smile:
A glass of Southwell beer.
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