Lord of the Mysteries

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At eight o'clock in the evening, the harvest church.

Returning to the normal attire, Klein took a look at the edge of the top hat and quietly looked around, then walked into the hall and walked to Emlin White in front of the three rows of candlelights on the right.

The vampire had a black suitcase at his feet, and its surface seemed to be covered with a "spiritual wall."

When she noticed that Sherlock Morietti came in, Emlin was first happy, and immediately showed a vigilant look.

He bent down to take the suitcase and stepped back a little further, closer to the priest Utravsky who was concentrating on prayer.

This is afraid that I will grab extraordinary materials... Kline stopped at three meters and smiled and said:

"First let me verify if it is the two materials I need."

Emlin White extended his hand to comb the hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and slammed the button.

The "wall of spirituality" was broken and turned into a light breeze through the prayer hall.

Klein, who had already opened his mind, immediately saw the strange and splendid light, which was the spiritual brilliance of many extraordinary features.

There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one made of white tin, many patterns, simple and heavy, and one is a pure carton.

Emliner held a black suitcase with one hand and opened a silver-white but slightly faint tin box. The contents were like peeling off the walnuts of the outer shell. They were yellow-brown and had brain-like bulges and depressions.

As the candle sways, it changes shape, sometimes gray, and grows wrinkles, sometimes dark brown, smooth and extremely, sometimes mixed with two colors, outlines the "face" without facial features.

As soon as he saw it, Klein felt that he had completely digested the power of the potion that was integrated into it, just like the magnet encountered a different pole.

He controlled the body with the ability of "clown" and suppressed the feeling of mutual attraction. He already understood that it was the genuine pituitary of the hunter of the thousands of hunters.

It seems that Russell’s speculation in the diary is indeed possible. The high-order items of the same route will intermittently and unconsciously attract the extraordinary people of the low-to-low sequence to come near it, and have a tendency to gather together... Although the stalker's brain variability is far away from the high sequence of pituitary, there is no such wonderful attraction, but the extraordinary characteristics of its own enrichment are enough, and I also digested the potion of sequence 7. When the two are close enough, there are similar signs...

I have not noticed before. First, the corresponding extraordinary materials have low grades. Second, their own strength is poor, and the sequence is not enough. Yes, every time I have finished the potion, there seems to be an illusory starry sky around me. Many, many, they are pulling each other, trying to get close to each other... This may be the picture of the "aggregation" law of extraordinary characteristics in the same way, and the greater the "quality", the stronger the gravitation...

So, will the extraordinary characteristics of similar roads conform to this law?

Klein's expression reminiscent of the record in Russell's diary, and combined with his own experience of digesting the potion three times, roughly determined the existence of a certain law.

Emlin White looked at him with a sneak peek, quickly closing the tin box and uncovering the carton next to it.

The inside of the carton is covered with dense cotton, and a glass bottle with 200 ml of liquid is placed in the center. The inside is half empty, and the rest is flowing with a viscous liquid that can change its color with light changes.

"Is there still a problem?" Emlin closed the carton.

"I will confirm it again." Kline pulled out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between the fingers, as if he had his own life.

Hey!

The gold coin bounced and fell again, spreading over Klein's palm.

This time, the portrait is facing up and it is affirmation.

Klein nodded lightly and took out a stack of banknotes from different pockets of clothing. There were 10 pounds of denominations, 5 pounds and 1 pound.

"1450 pounds." Klein put the cash piled up on the table and chairs next to it.

"A few steps back, no, five steps!" Emlin shouted cautiously.

Klein raised his hands with a smile and stepped back five steps.

Emlin carefully moved closer and checked if there was any white paper in the pile of cash.

Slightly do points, he threw the suitcase in his hand to the transaction object.

Klein was shocked, quick-handed, and judged to catch the suitcase accurately.

He was afraid that the glass bottle would be broken and the blood of the thousands of hunters would permeate.

And Emlin White took the opportunity to gather the money and quickly retreated to the side of Father Uttraski.

He was relieved and seriously checked the amount and authenticity.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help but recall the picture just now, and suddenly he was ashamed:

He and Emlin made the good Mother Earth Church the same as the arms or drug trading scene...

Confirming the condition of the two pieces of material, Klein slammed his finger and let the match that was purposely separated in the pocket ignited, so that the sudden rise of the red flame wrapped himself.

By the time the flames fell, he was gone.

——Because he often meets with Emlin White in the Harvest Church, he does not mind now that Father Uttraski knows that he is the extraordinary person who helps the other to clear the dark personality, and even thinks it can climb the friendship. .

Emlin, who counted the banknotes, looked up and saw this scene for two seconds.

He licked his mouth and whispered to himself:

"My suitcase...

"My tin box..."

............

On the street illuminated by the gas streetlights, a carriage was crushed through layers of water and headed for the edge of Queens.

Fols had told his friend Hugh Dilcha that he had a teacher and re-taken an "apprentice" potion.

After confirming that she did not show signs of getting out of control, she looked at the gas street lights that were much higher than her own eyes, and wondered:

“I have always been wondering why it is stored in the form of materials, not a potion? Your teacher can pre-adapt the potion with it, and don’t have to be busy on the spot.”

Fols smiled:

"I asked him about this question. He said that there are two main reasons. First, different extraordinary materials have different uses. There is no way to use them flexibly when blended into a potion. Second, the extraordinary characteristics can be cured. Save, turn into a potion but not, unless there is a special isolation technique."

“Why?” Hume asked. “This is not a general pharmacy and an extraordinary weapon. Spirituality will continue to scatter.”

Fols didn't smile, but had to keep smiling:

"It's not a problem of loss of characteristics, but an extraordinary material once it becomes a potion. Not only can humans absorb it, but other creatures and even lifeless materials can only be relatively slow. For example, I use a glass bottle to store the potion. It looks like No problem, but maybe a few days later, the glass bottle will completely "drink" the potion into a special magical item, and may even open up some wisdom. Of course, my teacher said that this side effect Very large, similar to the legacy of the runaway.

"The Seven Great Churches and some hidden forces have special isolation techniques, but they are quite cumbersome and will not use the low and medium sequence of potions."

"It's amazing!" Hugh said with sincerity.

She looked at the outside again and pressed down the voice:

"It’s coming soon."

She and Fols came to attend the extraordinary gathering of Mr. A.

Foer thought with a smile:

"I hope to have a stomach bag for the spirits."

Her teacher, Dorian Gray, taught her to play the law before leaving, and gave her a potion recipe for the master of tricks, letting her try to find extraordinary materials, if the "apprentice" potion was digested. Did not get together, write a letter and ask him to help.

This puts Flows in a state of confusion:

“Where did I spend a lot of money on the recipe and playing method of the master of tricks?”

"So far, Tarot has played the most important role for me. The most irreplaceable thing is that the attention of Mr. 'downside man' and Mr. 'Justice' and the interference of Mr. 'fool' to divination, otherwise I have been The teacher found the problem and could not be his student..."

"Oh, it’s the price paid for the curse of the full moon..."

As the thoughts turned, Fulth suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A had a party had apparently collapsed, and there were even traces of burnt black in many places.

There has been a fierce battle here... Who is dealing with Mr. A? Official organization? Fols immediately made a suggestion to Hugh and told the driver outside:

"Not here, then the two streets ahead."

............

"Aurora meeting was discovered, terrorist organizations suffered a heavy blow"

The next morning, Klein just opened the newspaper and saw the news.

"I wish Mr. A died in this cofferdam." He solemnly drew a red moon on his chest.

He has already thrown the pituitary and blood of the thousand-faced hunter's brain that was traded last night on the fog, so as not to be lost.

Even if I die, they won't lose... Klein is very relieved to fork a piece of bacon to chew.

After the transaction last night, his cash fell back below 1,000 pounds, leaving only 735 pounds, he can also buy the hair of the deep sea Naga, unable to take into account the characteristics of the human skin shadow.

Klein, who had neither good clues nor money, rested at home for a whole morning. When he had used lunch, he dressed up neatly and headed straight to the Bakerland Bridge area.

He had previously agreed with Carlson of "Mechanical Heart", if there is any information, go to the "lucky bar" near the West Bay Dock to find each other. If the news is particularly important and the other party is not there, go directly to the church, anyway, Sherlock Moriarty is not a member of a hidden organization and does not need to be cautious.

In the afternoon, the "Lucky Bar" didn't have many guests. Klein saw Carlson sitting alone in the corner of the bar and drinking alone.

He walked over and knocked on the table and pressed the voice to report:

“Many people in the Eastern District are spreading the original Creator faith.”

Carlson sipped the wine made from pure malt and answered without question:

"I know."

Sure enough... Klein whispered a word and turned to smile:

"I have a clue about the Tomb of the Fourth Quaternary."

"what?"

Carlsenton’s action on the wine glass, looking sideways at Klein, and subconsciously pushed the heavy glasses.

However, he found that the detective Sherlock Moriatti did not describe the follow-up, but instead looked at the bartender who had opened the door a few steps, and smiled leisurely:

"A cup of Nanwell beer."