"Well, I can't afford to stay here too long, or I'll get into unnecessary trouble...... Looking forward to seeing you next time! ”

After the handsome and bevelous man finished speaking, he didn't give Abner a chance to ask another question, and the illusory huge bat wings behind him suddenly appeared, enveloping his body, and then his figure disappeared, and everything around him returned to normal.

However, it wasn't until the other party had been gone for a long time that Abner seemed to have regained the ability to move and let out a long breath.

It was a mid-July afternoon, but he didn't feel any warmth, only a biting cold wrapped around his heart, as if it was about to freeze the blood in his body.

Although this high-ranking powerhouse who came from the will of the ancestor of the blood clan seemed to have no malicious intent, and kindly reminded him, he ......

Believe in the power of the gods, not in their mercy!

This Quaternary maxim was in Abner's mind, he did not believe that the god of knowledge and wisdom and the ancestor of the blood would be kind enough to cultivate him unconditionally, and he would have to pay a huge price to repay this kindness in the future!

Although Abner, who had already speculated from various clues and evidence, was mentally prepared for the gaze of the god of knowledge, the appearance of the demon man of the blood clan this time, as well as his words, undoubtedly confirmed the previous speculation.

This made Abner no longer able to deceive himself, and he had to look directly at the gods and pay attention to his own problems.

Why do they value me? It's just because I'm a traverser...... However, they seem to know all about my golden finger, is my so-called secret really a secret? Do they know what I know?

If the God of Knowledge and Wisdom really knows all the plots, then why doesn't He move?

Thinking of this, Abner suddenly remembered Anderson, who had obtained the "Predator Knight" potion recipe in advance, and couldn't help but squint his eyes, and continued to think in his heart:

Perhaps, the god of knowledge already has a layout...... And he must be very good at dealing with the omniscient and all-powerful, otherwise he would not have succeeded in backstabbing and eating the characteristics of the ancient sun god in the first place! He knows that a large part of the so-called storyline is actually driven by that one behind it, so before he really shows his fangs, he will definitely not make major changes to the "plot", but will only plot in secret...... Just like when He joined the Rose of Redemption!

So, what role do I play in this? And why did you let me come?

After thinking about it for a long time, Abner finally had to stop speculating without any evidence in some frustration, not to mention that he couldn't guess the gods' methods now, and even if he did, what could he do? He has no ability to resist at all in a Sequence 7.

Fortunately, at least so far, the gods of knowledge and wisdom have been kinder to me......

Comforting himself, Abner stopped thinking about the things that were not at once meaningless, turned and left the steam train station, called a horse-drawn taxi, and went to the canal docks to buy two tickets for the passenger ferry.

Since you don't go to Tingen, you don't want to take the train that passes by there, and it's better to take a boat back to Beckland directly from the canal.

……

On the outskirts of Stone, St. Elena's Church.

As soon as a handsome man in a red shirt and a black turtleneck jacket stepped into the headquarters of the Church of the Night in East Chester County, he saw several pillars carved with the emblem of the night on the tall roof of the church suddenly shrouded in shadows and dyed with ink.

On either side of these columns, the large glass windows of the church hall with the iconic angelic pattern painted on them have also become dark, and it is clear that it is daytime, but a bright red moon is hanging quietly behind the skylight at the end of the church.

The candles and lights that had been lit in the church had disappeared by this time, except for the huge red moon outside the skylight, which was pitch black.

At night, the worshippers who had been praying in the church were also dyed in a dark color, as if they had been transformed from living people into ink paintings.

Black and red, shadows and pillars, tranquility and tranquility, in such a peculiar gesture appeared in the eyes of this vampire.

Seeing such a scene, the handsome and bewitching blood man did not show a nervous expression, but turned his head sideways to look at the pulpit in the hall.

Because behind the originally empty pulpit, a figure suddenly appeared.

The figure was dressed in a simple linen robe with patches, a belt twisted from tree bark around his waist, long black hair falling wantonly, and his feet were covered with dust and scars.

This is a lady, her facial features are extremely ordinary, and her dark eyes are no different from normal people, but she is peaceful and peaceful, which makes people feel at ease at first sight.

"Servant of the Secret?" The Bloodclan man asked with a chuckle.

"Exactly!" The lady stepped forward and bowed lightly to the blood man, saying, "I didn't expect you to come down and the goddess sent me to greet you. ”

"It's just an attempt to use the body of a special junior...... "The blood clan man smiled and waved his hand, and continued, "Don't be so restrained, I won't be able to exist here for long, just say a few words and leave." ”

"Command." The lady said calmly.

"Tell the night that I have observed and approved the candidate she likes, and I should send an interesting little guy to contact him later."

After the blood man finished speaking, he didn't wait for the other party to answer, and turned his entire figure into countless bats and disappeared into the church shrouded in 'night'.

The lady was silent for a moment before she whispered, "The goddess has understood your will. ”

……

In the city of Tingen, inside the townhouse at Daffodil Straße 2, Klein walks four steps backwards to the gray fog.

"The clue to the 'Joker' potion."

At the top of the ancient, mottled bronze table, Klein read the "Divination Statement" several times, leaned back, and fell into a deep sleep.

His surroundings soon became peaceful and silent, and what he saw in his "eyes" was ethereal and hazy, and countless distorted, illegible images flashed here quickly, like drops of dew on the tender petals of a flower in the morning.

Gradually, Klein grasped his own spirituality and regained a certain consciousness.

He saw a dimly lit room in front of him, with many sofas and chairs, filled with all sorts of mysterious people, and in the corner of these seats was a woman wearing an iron mask and a black robe.

The woman was handing a blue, clear, jelly-like object to an old gentleman with gray hair sitting on the central couch.

Although no one showed their faces, such clear details made Klein sure that it was a secret and extraordinary party.

"Here's a clue to the 'Joker' potion? But who is that old gentleman? He bought the clue to the potion, what does it have to do with me? Could it be that the old man or lady is someone I know? As soon as Klein's thoughts flashed, the scene around him changed.

It was an off-white warehouse, hidden in the innermost part of the same building;

It was strewn with one white bone after another, and a few lumps of flesh and mud that had been flattened by boulders;

In the center of the warehouse is a fist-sized mass of gray and white things, its surface is covered with ravines, giving people a soft and textured feeling, like a living brain dug out.

As soon as Klein recognized what this place was, and as soon as he remembered what it was, the image in his eyes twisted and shattered like a reflection on water being stirred, and a new hazy scene was derived:

Lying naked on a long table covered with white cloth, a slightly blue blood cell floated in front of him.

Klein suddenly frowned and muttered:

"This is something made of the tuxedo clown's wrist imprint? Is the thing that the old gentleman took just now also a remnant of someone's death? ”

Just as he tried to speculate on what these images symbolized, the change of scene suddenly intensified:

marble coffee table, a leather sofa combination with one main and two auxiliary layouts, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling;

The black-haired, brown-eyed, bookish Klein. Moretti, a round, fair-skinned rich man, a delicate young lady in tulle gloves;

A middle-aged man in a black robe with thick and stiff brown hair and erect roots, a rich man with a round body and fair skin, a half-hundred man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes, and a dark black note on the round table between them, with an ancient and distant note.

Notes of the House of Antigonus!

Crane sat up straight, and there was no trace of the dream left.

Looking at the vast gray mist and crimson stars beyond the magnificent temple, he thought in astonishment and confusion:

"I'm divining the clues to the 'Joker' potion...... How did the notes of the Antigonus family come out? ”

"Come to think of it, think about it, that round guy is Welch, yes, Welch, the unlucky man who bought the Antigonus family notes and triggered the subsequent series of events...... The young lady with a delicate face in tulle gloves is Naya ......"

"I remembered that the combination of the marble coffee table and the leather sofa was the hallmark of Welch's residence, where I met Daly the 'psychic'."

"In other words, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence, and I saw the scene where the original owner and two classmates were discussing notes."

Klein's mind settled, he regained his composure, and his fingers rhythmically tapped the edge of the bronze table:

And what does that last picture represent? The notes appeared, Welch appeared, could it be the scene when he bought the 'antiquities'? ”

"Of the other two people present, one of them was very familiar, the middle-aged man in a black classical robe seemed to have seen it somewhere...... Hedgehog-like brunette with heavy dark circles...... Yes, I know who he is, Heinas. Vincent, the Henas of the Divination Club. Vincent, because Selena secretly learned a secret spell, was infiltrated into a dream by the captain, and 'peacefully' died Heinas. Vincent! ”

"Hey, he sold that notebook to Welch?"

"After going around in a circle, it was so connected, the world is really small, no, Tingen is so small! If you think about it, it's a possibility, Hennas. Vincent was no ordinary soothsayer, he had clearly penetrated into the occult realm, had received the gaze of an ancient evil god, and he had the means and ability to obtain the notes that had been accidentally leaked by the Esoteric Society......"

"No wonder the captain hasn't been able to find out where Welch got the notes, because they're trying to check the antiquities market because they're going in the wrong direction...... Later, when the specific whereabouts of the note were obtained, the attempt in this regard was abandoned. ”

"It's a pity, Henus. It wasn't long after Vincent died, otherwise he would have been able to find something about his notes...... As someone who delved into the occult realm, he should have studied that notebook...... His death was a coincidence! ”

"But there was another person present, an old man in his fifties, who probably knew a lot of things."

"But I'm divining the clues of the 'Joker' potion...... It's not scientific, no, it's not occult! ”

After becoming a "soothsayer", Klein once tried to divinate where Welch bought the Antigonus family notes, but at that time he did not take into account the special nature above the gray fog and failed to obtain the revelation, and now, when he divined another matter, he seemed to accidentally bring out the truth.

After calming down for more than ten seconds, Klein combined the contents of Russell's diary and the introduction of the tantric order narrated by Mr. "Tower", and began to try to interpret the dream just now:

"The first possibility is that Zarathu, or the Esoteric Order, is looking for and chasing the relics of the Antigonus family, so the symbolism of this dream is to lure the Esoteric monks to appear with the help of things related to the Antigonus family, so as to obtain the formula for the 'Joker' potion."

"The second possibility is that the notes of the Antigonus family directly record the recipe for the 'Joker' potion...... According to what Mr. Tower has revealed, the Antigonus family is related to the so-called 'half fool'...... And based on Mr. Tower's reaction to hearing the Fool, the name is likely to be a high-level potion name of the soothsayer's order. Then it is only natural that the Antigonus family has mastered the 'Joker' formula......"

"But the second symbolic explanation can't be connected to the tuxedo clown's branding, well, I'd rather be the second, and when the Templar finishes reading the notes with an expert, I'll be able to get the 'Joker' potion without risk."

"At the moment, the first explanation seems to be the most probable, but as a soothsayer, my intuition tells me that there should be a deeper symbolism......"

"Maybe I'll tell Mr. Tower about the contents of the dream, and he'll deduce more."

But how am I going to talk to him? Certainly not as a 'fool', and any other way, in any case, would expose Klein. ”

Thinking of this, Crane rubbed his forehead, and suddenly felt deeply about the limitations of the soothsayer.

Unless it is faced with a very simple and intuitive symbol, the interpretation of the soothsayer must be careful, as if walking on the edge of the abyss, walking on the surface of a thin ice lake, once the interpretation is wrong, or the most critical meaning is not deciphered, the tuxedo clown is a living, bloody example!

At this moment, Crane had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of the soothsayer, and it seemed that he was only one step away from completely digesting the potion.

"Thank you for reminding me with your life...... Praise be to the Goddess! He whispered, drawing a crimson moon on his chest.

……

At night, Hugh woke up violently. She had just secretly relocated her mother and brother to the village called Hedrak this afternoon, which she thought was quiet, secluded, and a good place for Tibetans.

But...... She seems to have dreamed of a dragon just now?