In the ancient and majestic palace, stone pillars after stone support the high dome.
Klein sat at the top of the bronze table, holding a translucent brown vial, and checked it several times without any premonition of danger.
Let's start... He showed paper and pen and wrote the divination sentence:
Its source.
Putting down the pen and making mental preparations to withstand the critical strike, Klein stared at the paper and the biotoxin bottle, leaned back in the back of the chair, meditating while silently.
Soon, he entered a gray dream and saw a dim but spacious room.
There were animals such as king cobras, black widow spiders, etc. in the room, and many strange plants were placed, messy and creepy.
A serious middle-aged man in a white coat stood at the long table in the center, throwing snake gallbladder, spider venom and other things into a large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling.
In the end, he even put in several items with strong spiritual brilliance, such as lungs that sometimes dissipated into black air and sometimes condensed into dark green bodies, such as a tube of azure and bright liquid, such as fiery red eyes...
The air around the large black iron pot gradually became sticky, and they gathered in the center, but were constantly pushed away, making it difficult to get what they wanted.
When the middle-aged man in a white coat saw this scene, his brows slowly frowned, and his expression was faintly anxious.
He flipped through the black notebook next to him, gritted his teeth, and cut his wrist with the ceremony silver dagger.
Drops of bright blood fell into the black iron pot, and life seemed to have suddenly appeared inside. A terrifying suction suddenly burst out, sucking all the sticky air around it, and sucking all the red that had not yet left his wrist.
This is not over. No matter how the middle-aged man in a white coat struggled to resist or how fear was revealed, he could not help but approached the iron pot.
His body was stretched, his head was compressed, and he was eaten bit by bit by bit by bit by bit in the screams.
The specimens hanging around, the plants hanging around, all the moving and moving things flew into the iron pot.
Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing quietly and rippling.
By the end of everything, the whole room had become empty, leaving only the brown translucent bottle lying quietly on the central clearing.
……
The scene faded away quickly, and the dream quickly shattered. Klein opened his eyes and said silently:
It turns out that the biotoxin bottle is the product of a death experiment.
I thought it was an extraordinary feature left by some out-of-control person... In that case, you can tell the recipe...
For Klein, the spirituality, extraordinary characteristics, and spirituality polluted by evil gods can be used for divination formulas, just like the All-Black Eye left by the Secret Ode Master Rosago. This is because he has gray fog partitions, has this mysterious space to eliminate negative effects, and has a lot of capital to commit suicide. Of course, the extraordinary characteristics are mixed with too many additional factors. In theory, it is possible, but the probability of failure is extremely high. Klein only felt a little confident after he was promoted to a magician.
Similarly, seals directly formed by similar extraordinary characteristics can also be used as a recipe for divination potion.
But if they were only used as main materials, and were made by extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current divination level would be powerless, even if there was an enhancement of this mysterious space above the gray fog.
Yes, at least you don’t have to worry about other hidden dangers in the biotoxin bottle... Klein glanced at the werewolf’s fangs and rationally gave up curiosity.
…………
Queens, inside the luxurious villa of Earl of Hall.
Audrey continued to study psychology.
Next to her feet, the golden-retriever dog Susie squatted there with bright eyes. She would wag her tail from time to time, as if she was very enjoying it.
After finishing the introduction part, psychologist Islant said inadvertently:
In fact, there is such a theory.
It believes that humans will inherit a certain consciousness from their ancestors and from generations of people in the past, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns. For example, although many people have never seen a poisonous snake, as long as they encounter it, they will instinctively feel scared and want to avoid it.
Why is this?This is the feeling we inherited from the previous humans and hidden in the deepest part of consciousness. In the ancient times, people continued to fight poisonous snakes and various ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in consciousness and passed on it.
How was that inherited?Audrey asked with interest.
Islant, with long hair and waist, smiled:
This is a very good question.
Some people's explanation is that everyone's consciousness is actually connected and integrated at the bottom, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect their own consciousness upwards.
For example, the bottom consciousness is like an endless sea, and each of us has a unique consciousness, which is the islands on the sea, which can be divided into two parts, hidden underwater, more and larger subconscious, and surface consciousness that is revealed on the sea surface, which can be detected in normal times.
This is part of the theoretical basis of this psychology school.
Audrey glanced at Susie, touched the golden retriever on its neck and said:
Therefore, can we use the sea that connects with each other to influence other people's consciousness and achieve the purpose of treating certain mental illnesses?
This is the mysterious foundation and extraordinary ability of psychologists?
But it seems that it is not enough, what is missing, such as the sky above the head, the sky that covers everything?
Audrey thought with a ignorant and curious expression.
You are indeed very talented in this regard!Islant praised surprise, but we can only affect the surrounding part of the sea, and through it, we can influence people who are close to us. If we rashly go deeper and explore the "ocean", it is easy to lose ourselves.
She looked up at the gorgeous and complex wall clock on the wall, smiled and said:
The time is up, and today's course ends here, Miss Audrey, if you are interested in the psychology of this genre, we will continue to talk next time.
OKAudrey stood up and saluted.
As she watched the other party leave, she nodded thoughtfully:
Ms. Islant is not like a real psychologist, at most like me, a mind reader...
What she just talked about was the theoretical basis of the Psychological Alchemy?
They are so calm that they don’t develop my participation in the association...
Audrey was filled with thoughts, and Susie said happily beside her:
Audrey, I feel that she is the same person as us, no, the same dog, no, it is not right... Wang!
Susie, who had just a preliminary grasp of human language, suddenly fell into chaos and could not find accurate words to describe her feelings.
…………
South District of the Bridge, Rose Street, outside the Harvest Church.
Klein, who was dressed normally, looked up at the life symbol on the exterior wall, took his cane, climbed the steps and walked past the gate.
What he needs to do is to confirm the situation.
Only in this way can we perform better so that we can skillfully rescue the vampire Emlin White without a doubt, and then accept the White family's thanks as a detective who provides clues and get the applause of the audience.
It would be a fun show.
Harvest Church is not big, with only one prayer hall. Klein found a seat near the aisle and looked forward while taking off his hat.
Bishop Utlavsky was preaching that his height of more than two meters and his burly body that could not be concealed by the loose priest robe gave people a great sense of oppression.
However, his expression was extremely gentle, with praise and gratitude for life.
No one dared to make noise in front of such a priest. The few believers listened quietly and made prayer gestures unique to the church of Mother Earth from time to time.
Klein observed carefully, waited patiently, not arrogant or impatient.
As the sermon ended, he held his cane and prepared to get up for the follow-up.
At this moment, at the door leading to the room behind the church, a man wearing the robe of the priest of the Mother Earth Church came in.
He looked twenty-eight or nine years old, with black hair and red eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, handsome but not masculine enough, and was Emlin White.
Klein's mouth opened little by little, almost unable to close.
Shouldn't this guy be locked in the basement?
Didn’t he keep shouting to stick to his beliefs and never obey Bishop Utlavsky’s ideas?
Emlin White distributed the things about the communion to believers and finally stopped before Klein.
Klein's thoughts changed sharply and immediately lowered his voice:
You're Emly White, right?Your parents entrusted my friends to find you.
Why are you here?Did something happen?Need help?
Emlin White disappeared, and said with a unique pride, showing a smile that was only a little better than crying:
No, I'll be able to go home soon.
He pursed his lips, shook his head and smiled:
I am already a believer of the Mother Goddess, no, priest.
This answer was completely beyond Klein's expectations, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only shout in his mind:
Hey, last time in the Harvest Church, you said very firmly that you worship the moon and will never convert to the Earth Goddess. How long has it been since then you surrender?
This is too fast, right?
What about your persistence?Where is your integrity?
My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even started...
This is not a common sense to play Ah!
Klein opened his mouth and suddenly discovered something wrong:
Why did Emlin White tell me about converting my letter?
I was just a detective Ah who stumbled upon him while passing by...
He wants me to pass this passage to his parents?
Is there another meaning hidden in it?
Just as Kline guessed the reason, Emlin White put away his sorrow and smiled proudly:
Mr. Detective, you don't need to act.
Or should I call your new owner of Master Key?
Hehe, for the noble blood clan, everyone has different tastes and will have different blood characteristics. Even if I was locked in the basement at that time, I smelled it and remembered your smell.
Klein sat at the top of the bronze table, holding a translucent brown vial, and checked it several times without any premonition of danger.
Let's start... He showed paper and pen and wrote the divination sentence:
Its source.
Putting down the pen and making mental preparations to withstand the critical strike, Klein stared at the paper and the biotoxin bottle, leaned back in the back of the chair, meditating while silently.
Soon, he entered a gray dream and saw a dim but spacious room.
There were animals such as king cobras, black widow spiders, etc. in the room, and many strange plants were placed, messy and creepy.
A serious middle-aged man in a white coat stood at the long table in the center, throwing snake gallbladder, spider venom and other things into a large black iron pot hanging from the ceiling.
In the end, he even put in several items with strong spiritual brilliance, such as lungs that sometimes dissipated into black air and sometimes condensed into dark green bodies, such as a tube of azure and bright liquid, such as fiery red eyes...
The air around the large black iron pot gradually became sticky, and they gathered in the center, but were constantly pushed away, making it difficult to get what they wanted.
When the middle-aged man in a white coat saw this scene, his brows slowly frowned, and his expression was faintly anxious.
He flipped through the black notebook next to him, gritted his teeth, and cut his wrist with the ceremony silver dagger.
Drops of bright blood fell into the black iron pot, and life seemed to have suddenly appeared inside. A terrifying suction suddenly burst out, sucking all the sticky air around it, and sucking all the red that had not yet left his wrist.
This is not over. No matter how the middle-aged man in a white coat struggled to resist or how fear was revealed, he could not help but approached the iron pot.
His body was stretched, his head was compressed, and he was eaten bit by bit by bit by bit by bit in the screams.
The specimens hanging around, the plants hanging around, all the moving and moving things flew into the iron pot.
Brown mist suddenly filled the room, flowing quietly and rippling.
By the end of everything, the whole room had become empty, leaving only the brown translucent bottle lying quietly on the central clearing.
……
The scene faded away quickly, and the dream quickly shattered. Klein opened his eyes and said silently:
It turns out that the biotoxin bottle is the product of a death experiment.
I thought it was an extraordinary feature left by some out-of-control person... In that case, you can tell the recipe...
For Klein, the spirituality, extraordinary characteristics, and spirituality polluted by evil gods can be used for divination formulas, just like the All-Black Eye left by the Secret Ode Master Rosago. This is because he has gray fog partitions, has this mysterious space to eliminate negative effects, and has a lot of capital to commit suicide. Of course, the extraordinary characteristics are mixed with too many additional factors. In theory, it is possible, but the probability of failure is extremely high. Klein only felt a little confident after he was promoted to a magician.
Similarly, seals directly formed by similar extraordinary characteristics can also be used as a recipe for divination potion.
But if they were only used as main materials, and were made by extraordinary people such as craftsmen or some dangerous experiments, then Klein's current divination level would be powerless, even if there was an enhancement of this mysterious space above the gray fog.
Yes, at least you don’t have to worry about other hidden dangers in the biotoxin bottle... Klein glanced at the werewolf’s fangs and rationally gave up curiosity.
…………
Queens, inside the luxurious villa of Earl of Hall.
Audrey continued to study psychology.
Next to her feet, the golden-retriever dog Susie squatted there with bright eyes. She would wag her tail from time to time, as if she was very enjoying it.
After finishing the introduction part, psychologist Islant said inadvertently:
In fact, there is such a theory.
It believes that humans will inherit a certain consciousness from their ancestors and from generations of people in the past, thus forming the underlying logic of their own behavior patterns. For example, although many people have never seen a poisonous snake, as long as they encounter it, they will instinctively feel scared and want to avoid it.
Why is this?This is the feeling we inherited from the previous humans and hidden in the deepest part of consciousness. In the ancient times, people continued to fight poisonous snakes and various ferocious animals, and gradually engraved this memory in consciousness and passed on it.
How was that inherited?Audrey asked with interest.
Islant, with long hair and waist, smiled:
This is a very good question.
Some people's explanation is that everyone's consciousness is actually connected and integrated at the bottom, and the traces and characteristics left here will affect their own consciousness upwards.
For example, the bottom consciousness is like an endless sea, and each of us has a unique consciousness, which is the islands on the sea, which can be divided into two parts, hidden underwater, more and larger subconscious, and surface consciousness that is revealed on the sea surface, which can be detected in normal times.
This is part of the theoretical basis of this psychology school.
Audrey glanced at Susie, touched the golden retriever on its neck and said:
Therefore, can we use the sea that connects with each other to influence other people's consciousness and achieve the purpose of treating certain mental illnesses?
This is the mysterious foundation and extraordinary ability of psychologists?
But it seems that it is not enough, what is missing, such as the sky above the head, the sky that covers everything?
Audrey thought with a ignorant and curious expression.
You are indeed very talented in this regard!Islant praised surprise, but we can only affect the surrounding part of the sea, and through it, we can influence people who are close to us. If we rashly go deeper and explore the "ocean", it is easy to lose ourselves.
She looked up at the gorgeous and complex wall clock on the wall, smiled and said:
The time is up, and today's course ends here, Miss Audrey, if you are interested in the psychology of this genre, we will continue to talk next time.
OKAudrey stood up and saluted.
As she watched the other party leave, she nodded thoughtfully:
Ms. Islant is not like a real psychologist, at most like me, a mind reader...
What she just talked about was the theoretical basis of the Psychological Alchemy?
They are so calm that they don’t develop my participation in the association...
Audrey was filled with thoughts, and Susie said happily beside her:
Audrey, I feel that she is the same person as us, no, the same dog, no, it is not right... Wang!
Susie, who had just a preliminary grasp of human language, suddenly fell into chaos and could not find accurate words to describe her feelings.
…………
South District of the Bridge, Rose Street, outside the Harvest Church.
Klein, who was dressed normally, looked up at the life symbol on the exterior wall, took his cane, climbed the steps and walked past the gate.
What he needs to do is to confirm the situation.
Only in this way can we perform better so that we can skillfully rescue the vampire Emlin White without a doubt, and then accept the White family's thanks as a detective who provides clues and get the applause of the audience.
It would be a fun show.
Harvest Church is not big, with only one prayer hall. Klein found a seat near the aisle and looked forward while taking off his hat.
Bishop Utlavsky was preaching that his height of more than two meters and his burly body that could not be concealed by the loose priest robe gave people a great sense of oppression.
However, his expression was extremely gentle, with praise and gratitude for life.
No one dared to make noise in front of such a priest. The few believers listened quietly and made prayer gestures unique to the church of Mother Earth from time to time.
Klein observed carefully, waited patiently, not arrogant or impatient.
As the sermon ended, he held his cane and prepared to get up for the follow-up.
At this moment, at the door leading to the room behind the church, a man wearing the robe of the priest of the Mother Earth Church came in.
He looked twenty-eight or nine years old, with black hair and red eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, handsome but not masculine enough, and was Emlin White.
Klein's mouth opened little by little, almost unable to close.
Shouldn't this guy be locked in the basement?
Didn’t he keep shouting to stick to his beliefs and never obey Bishop Utlavsky’s ideas?
Emlin White distributed the things about the communion to believers and finally stopped before Klein.
Klein's thoughts changed sharply and immediately lowered his voice:
You're Emly White, right?Your parents entrusted my friends to find you.
Why are you here?Did something happen?Need help?
Emlin White disappeared, and said with a unique pride, showing a smile that was only a little better than crying:
No, I'll be able to go home soon.
He pursed his lips, shook his head and smiled:
I am already a believer of the Mother Goddess, no, priest.
This answer was completely beyond Klein's expectations, and he didn't know how to respond for a while, so he could only shout in his mind:
Hey, last time in the Harvest Church, you said very firmly that you worship the moon and will never convert to the Earth Goddess. How long has it been since then you surrender?
This is too fast, right?
What about your persistence?Where is your integrity?
My carefully prepared performance was forced to end before it even started...
This is not a common sense to play Ah!
Klein opened his mouth and suddenly discovered something wrong:
Why did Emlin White tell me about converting my letter?
I was just a detective Ah who stumbled upon him while passing by...
He wants me to pass this passage to his parents?
Is there another meaning hidden in it?
Just as Kline guessed the reason, Emlin White put away his sorrow and smiled proudly:
Mr. Detective, you don't need to act.
Or should I call your new owner of Master Key?
Hehe, for the noble blood clan, everyone has different tastes and will have different blood characteristics. Even if I was locked in the basement at that time, I smelled it and remembered your smell.
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