The Lord Of The Mysteries

The Chapter 368

The stone pillars of the ancient and magnificent palace supported the tall dome.

Klein sat at the end of a long bronze table, holding a transparent brown bottle. He examined her repeatedly, but he did not feel any danger from her.

Let's start.He juggles pen and paper and writes a divination statement: "Originally."

Placing the pen and preparing for the blow, Klein glanced at the paper and the Biological Poison Bottle, leaned back in his chair, and entered the Cogitation while reading the statement.

Immediately, he entered the hazy gray dream world and saw a dark yet spacious room.

There were king cobras, black widows, and other strange plants and animals in the room. It was a messy and horrible sight.

A middle-aged man in white clothes stood in front of a long table in the middle of the room. He threw the snake bile and spider venom into a large black pot hanging from the ceiling.

In the end, he even included some items that had a strong spiritual luster. For example, they sometimes spread into black gas, and at other times condense into a lung-shaped object of dark green color. Otherwise, they would be tube-shaped filled with clear blue liquid or glowing red eyes…

The air around the black iron pot gradually became viscous. It gathered to the middle, but was constantly pushed to the side, making it difficult to achieve its goal.

When the white-robed middle-aged man saw this scene, his brows slowly furrowed, his expression looking a little anxious.

He flipped through the black notebook by his side, gritted his teeth, and used a ritual silver dagger to slice through his wrist.

Drips of fresh blood dripped into the black iron pot, seemingly instantly inhaling life into its contents. A terrifying suction force suddenly erupted, sucking up all the viscous air around him. The red blood that had yet to leave his wrist was completely sucked into it.

And that's not everything. Regardless of how the white-robed, middle-aged man struggled to resist, or how he revealed a terrified expression, he could not prevent his body from approaching the iron pot.

His body was stretched, his head was pressed, and in the midst of his shout, he was eaten, bit by bit, by a pot.

Hanging specimens, plants, and anything that could move or be moved, all flew into the pot.

A brown fog suddenly filled the room, quietly receding and flowing.

By the time it was all over, the room was empty except for a transparent brown bottle lying quietly in the middle of the open.

…

The scene quickly faded, and the dream world shattered. Klein opened his eyes and muttered to himself, So the Biological Poison Bottle is the product of a death-seeking experiment.

I think it is a characteristic of Beyonder left behind by some Beyonder .. If that is the case, I will be able to find the formula …

For Klein, the spirituality of the Rampager and the characteristics of the Beyonder, as well as the characteristics of the spirituality and the Beyonder contaminated by the evil god, can all be used to predict the formula. Just like the All-Black Eye left behind by Nimblewright Master Rosago. It was thanks to the isolating effect of the gray fog, and how the mysterious space was able to dispel the negative influences, giving him the ability to adjudicate death. Of course, the characteristics of Beyonder involve many other additional factors. In theory, the chances of failure were very high, but Klein only had the confidence to do so after advancing to the Witch.

Similarly, Closed Artifacts formed by Beyonder characteristics can also be used to predict potion formulas.

However, if it is mostly a material, then go through the production process and the dangerous experiments conducted by an artist or other Beyonder, turning it into a mystical item, he said, then Klein's prophecy would be useless at his current state. Even with the enhanced effect exerted by the mysterious space above the gray fog, it was useless.

Not bad. At least I don't have to worry about the Biological Poison Bottle having another latent risk anymore. Klein glanced at the Werewolf fangs and wisely ignored his curiosity.

…

In Empress Borough, Count Hall's luxury villa.

Audrey continued her studies in psychology.

Near her feet, the big golden retriever, Susie, was sitting there, her eyes shining. From time to time, he wagged his tail, as if enjoying the sight.

Escalante psychiatrists complete the introductory material and deliberately make a casual statement.

“Actually there is such a theory.

"It is believed that humans will inherit a certain amount of consciousness of their ancestors over generations; thus, forming the logic underlying one's behavior patterns. For example, although many people had never seen a venomous snake, they instinctively felt afraid and wanted to see it. Avoid it once they found one.

"Why is that? It is theorized to be an instinct that we inherited from our ancestors, something hidden in the deepest recesses of our consciousness. In ancient times, people constantly fought with venomous snakes and all kinds of ferocious beasts, and they gradually carved this memory into their consciousness and passed it on."

"How was it revealed?" Audrey asked with interest.

Escalante, with his long hair reaching the waist, laughed.

"That's a very good question.

“Some people give explanations involving the theory that everyone's consciousness is actually connected at the lowest level. It is an entity, and the traces and characteristics left behind in this entity will affect the consciousness that only they possess.

"For example, the lowest level of consciousness is like an endless ocean. Our unique consciousness is the islands located in the ocean and can be divided into two parts. One is hidden underwater, which is the higher subconscious in both quantity and size; the other is exposed at sea level, a superficial consciousness that can usually be detected.

"This is the axiom of this school of thought in psychology."

Audrey glanced at Susie, stroking the golden feather around her neck and saying, "So, we can use this connected ocean to influence the consciousness of others and achieve the goal of curing certain mental illnesses?"

This is the foundation of mysticism and the Beyonder power of a Psychiatrist? But it seems that it is not enough and there is less. For example, the sky above the head, the sky that envelops everything? Audrey curiously thought while putting on a confused expression.

"You're really talented in this field!" Escalante praised happily. "However, we can only affect a portion of the surrounding ocean, and through it, we can influence those close to us. If we venture deeper into the ocean, it will be easy for us to lose ourselves."

He stared at the elaborate and ornate wall clock, smiled, and said, "Time is up, this is the end of today's class. Miss Audrey, if you're interested in this school of psychological thought, then we can continue talking about it next time."

"Good." Audrey stood up and bowed.

Miss Escalante doesn't seem like a real psychiatrist. At most, he was like me, a Telepath …

What did he just talk about the axioms of the Psychological Alchemists?

They're really patient. Why haven't they tried to recruit me…

As Audrey thought, Susie commented happily from the side, "Audrey, I feel like she's the same type of person as us. No, I mean the same dog. No, that's not true.. Woof!"

Susie, who has only a basic understanding of human language, falls into confusion, unable to find the right words to describe her feelings.

…

South of the Bridge, Rose Street, just outside Harvest Church.

Klein, in his normal disguise, looked towards the Sacred Life Emblem at the front, held his staff, climbed the stairs, and stepped through the main door.

The first thing he had to do was to ascertain the situation.

Only by doing this can he perform better so as to cleverly save the vampire, Emlyn White, without arousing suspicion. Later, as a detective who had given her a clue, she could receive a thank-you note from the White family and get a round of applause from the audience.

It will definitely be an interesting show.

The Harvest Church is not large, as it only has a prayer room. Klein found a spot near the hallway and looked forward as he took off his hat.

Bishop Utravsky is preaching. His height was over 2.2 meters, and his burly physique, which could not be hidden by his loose priest robes, gave off an extreme sense of oppression.

However, his expression was one of extreme tenderness, filled with appreciation and gratitude towards life.

In front of such a "priest" no one dared to make a fuss. Some believers quietly listen, sometimes making a unique prayer gesture for the Mother Earth Church.

Klein watched closely, waiting patiently, neither arrogant nor rash.

As the sermon ended, he clutched his staff and prepared to get up to continue with the next plan.

At this moment, a man wearing the priestly robes of the Mother Earth Church entered from the door leading to the room behind the cathedral.

He looked to be twenty-eight or twenty-nine years old, had black hair and red eyes, had a pointed nose and thin lips. He was handsome but did not emit a masculine aura. She was none other than Emlyn White.

Klein's mouth was slightly gaping and almost failed to close it.

Isn't this guy supposed to be locked up in the basement?

Didn't he shout about how determined he was, that he would absolutely not submit to the will of Bishop Utravsky?

Emlyn White distributed communion to believers one after another, and she finally stopped in front of Klein.

Klein's mind twirled, and he immediately in a low voice, "Are you Emlyn White? Your parents entrusted my friend to look for you.

"Why are you here? Did you find anything? Do you need help?"

Emlyn White did not seem to have any unique self-esteem and said with a smile that only looked a little better than crying, "No need; I'll be right back home."

He pursed his lips, shook his head, and forced a smile, saying, "I've become a believer in Mother Earth, not—a priest."

This answer was completely beyond Klein's expectations. For a moment, he did not know how to respond, and he could only shout repeatedly in his mind: Hey, you were very adamant about your moon worship the last time we interacted in the Harvest Church. you said that you would absolutely not believe in Mother Earth. How long has it been, and you've given up?

Isn't that too fast?

What about your persistence? Where is your moral integrity?

My carefully prepared appearance had been forced to end before it even began.

T-this surprised me!

Klein opened his mouth and suddenly realized something was wrong.

Why did Emlyn White tell me about her conversion?

I'm just a detective who accidentally met him while passing by …

Does he want me to send this message to his parents?

Is there any other meaning behind this?

While Klein was guessing, Emlyn White put away her worries and smiled in satisfaction.

"you don't have to act, Detective Lord.

"Or should I call you the new owner of Master Key?

"Hehe, to a Sanguine nobleman, everyone had a different smell and had different blood characteristics. Even when I was locked up in the basement, I could smell it. I remember your smell."