Dunn Smith's gray eyes looked straight into Klein's eyes, and he didn't say anything for a minute.

Under such silence and gaze pressure, Klein did not retreat, did not take his eyes away, and looked back firmly at the other party.

"You should understand that once you take the potion, there is no chance of regret." Finally, Dunn spoke again, his voice was low and without emotions.

Klein smiled and said:

"I know, but I respect my inner voice."

First of all, the "sleepless person" does not meet their own needs. The "audience" in the "Tarot Party" also listens to the description. Other extraordinary ways do not know when to contact them, so there is no need to wait. By the same token, the "corpse collector" is eliminated, leaving only two options: "Spyker" and "Divider".

Under the premise that sequence potions are equally dangerous, and when more information is not available, before the fact that both the "Spyker" and the "Divider" meet the requirements, no matter whether Emperor Rossell wrote it casually, or did he really regret not choosing "apprentice", "thief" and "Divider", it is enough to tilt the balance of his heart.

Moreover, from his notes, we can see that as long as we can figure out the true meaning of "digestion" and "acting", we can avoid the negative impact of the potion to the greatest extent. As for the depraved and crazy whispers and illusory temptations, even if we don't become extraordinary, we have come into contact with it!

"Okay." Dunn Smith stood up, took the half-height black top hat, and said, "Follow me to the underground."

Klein nodded and gave a gentlemanly courting gratefully.

Da, da, da, da, the two of them walked down, and the footsteps were far away on the quiet and empty stairs and aisles.

Klein suddenly became a little nervous and said:

"Captain, after you persuade the potion, you will not directly obtain the corresponding mystic knowledge, but you have the qualifications to learn and master them. So where did the initial mystic knowledge come from? The sages risked their lives and figured out little by little, or did they come from something else?"

Every time he came to the ground, he could feel that the air here was quite fresh, and the ventilation was obviously very good. However, in this environment, an occasional gust of wind was really trembling.

Dunn glanced at him, his gray eyes extremely deep in the dimness.

He replied plainly:

"One is the exploration, summary and improvement you mentioned, the second is the gift of the gods, and three, ha, those dangers that others cannot hear are not always crazy and meaningless. Occasionally, occasionally, sometimes, they will tell some mysterious things, but as far as I know, those who really listen to these and listen for a long time have gone crazy or fallen into monsters, of course, we have to thank them, and the notes they left behind are precious wealth in the field of mysticism."

Is the human-shaped guinea pig? The cold underground attacked, and Klein suddenly shivered:

Will my "transfer ceremony" that has become "friendship magic" always come with those crazy and terrifying "whispers" that will have the same impact?

At the intersection, Dunn neither went to the "Canis Gate" nor turned to the "Weapons, Materials and Document Library". Instead, he took Klein and chose to approach the Church of St. Selena on the left.

Halfway through, he paused, and for some reason he had touched, and opened a secret door.

"This is the 'alchemy room' of our Nightkeepers team. I will ask Old Neil to go to Channis' gate to receive the formula and corresponding materials for the 'Divorcerist' potion. Oh, you are lucky, and the goddess is protecting you. There should be two more pieces of the 'Divorcerist' material left, otherwise you will have to wait for a long time." Dunn pointed to the room inside the gate and said, "You wait here, and then watch the entire process of Old Neil preparing potion. This is the most basic thing in mystery. Well, don't move the items inside. They are either very dangerous, expensive, or dangerous and expensive."

Speaking of this, Dunn added as before:

"By the way, I forgot something. You became an extraordinary person based on the need to deal with dangers and find notes. The credit only accounts for a part of it. Therefore, you cannot be converted to a formal team member for the time being. You are still a civilian, and it is its corresponding salary. You still do what I arranged before. You only need to learn a lot of mystery knowledge with Old Neil. You can arrange your own time."

"Okay." Except for some resentment about not having a salary increase, Klein all agreed with both hands and feet.

According to Dunn, after taking potions and learning and mastering, he became a formal team member and participated in tasks related to supernatural events. I really don’t know how to write the word death.

Dunn turned around, took two steps towards the intersection, and suddenly turned back and said:

"There's something else."

I knew... Klein was used to the captain's similar "style".

"We have gained some gains from the actions of the Secretariat before," Dunn said with a normal expression. "In a short period of time, they should not dare to provoke us anymore, but don't be careless, because it is impossible to confirm the importance of the Bentigenus family notes to them for the time being. Judging from our discovery, they do retain certain ancient customs, which can be confirmed to be related to the Solomon Empire and the fallen nobles at that time."

"I get it, thank you captain." Klein breathed.

This is also one of the reasons why he is unwilling to wait and can't wait to seize the opportunity to become an extraordinary person!

After watching Dunn go away and confirming that he will not look back to replenish, Klein slowly walked into the alchemy room.

There are long tables here, with test tubes, droppers, balances and beakers on them, which are particularly like the chemistry laboratory he had seen in his previous life, but are more simple and older.

In addition, there are also items such as large iron pots, black wooden spoons, transparent crystal balls, and strange signs such as dark holy emblems that can be seen everywhere, which render a bit mysterious in color out of thin air.

Klein looked around with interest, but he didn't move his hands casually.

After a while, footsteps came, and Old Neil walked in with a silver box with complex patterns. He was still wearing a classical black robe that did not match the characteristics of the times and a felt hat of the same color.

"Little guy, I didn't expect you to choose the 'Divider'." Old Neil put down the silver box and glanced at Klein with his slightly cloudy dark red eyes. "It's just as personal as I used to be, and I don't follow the crowd. It's good. You light up these gas lamps and close the secret door."

"Okay." Klein resisted his trembling and ignited the gas lamps in the alchemy room one by one, allowing the dim light to rule the place again.

Zha, Zha, Zha, the secret door closed. He turned around and came to the old Neil, whose hair was gray and whose eyes and mouth were very wrinkled, and saw the other party brushing a large black iron pot with several strange branches tied.

"The preparation of sequence potions is very simple. At least the following sequence 7 is like this. There is no need for special flames, no additional rituals, no even spells, and no spiritual participation. Just add the ingredients in the order of the recipe and stir it again." Old Neil smiled so hard that his wrinkles seemed to bloom.

"Really?" Klein asked in surprise.

This sounds as simple as my "transfer ceremony"...

Hiss, it's a bit scary to think about it...

"Maybe this is the gift of the gods, praising the goddess." Old Neil drew a circle on his chest in an extremely irregular manner.

Then he opened the silver box and took out a roll of parchment paper with an old feel.

The yellow-brown parchment spread out inch by inch, revealing the words above. Klein looked at him and found that he was familiar with Hemisven.

They are written in bloody ink and seem to retain the feeling of flowing, but other than that, there is no other extraordinary feeling.

"'Titling': 100 ml of pure water + 13 drops of night vanilla juice + 7 golden mint leaves..." Klein silently recited the content of the recipe, but the subsequent part happened to be blocked by Old Neil's elbow and could not be seen.

"Pure water is water that has been repeatedly distilled. It just so happened that I had made it before, so there is no need to waste time." Old Neil familiarly took a large sealed glass bottle on the long table with a scale.

He opened the lid and poured about 100 ml of pure water into a large iron pot.

Klein didn't dare to ask questions, for fear of affecting the other party's preparation. After all, he had to drink the potions he made.

"13 drops of night vanilla juice, this one can be extracted and made into essential oils for preservation." Old Neil took out a small brown bottle from the silver box, and with the help of a dropper, he easily dripped 13 drops into the large iron pot.

A faint and calm fragrance filled the air, and Klein's mood became peaceful unconsciously.

"7 golden mint leaves..." Old Neil picked up the silver pattern tin can, uncovered the lid, and twisted out a few pieces with bare hands, sprinkled them into the large iron pot. The fresh and exciting smell was vaguely smelled.

"4,5,6,7, just right." Old Neil smiled and looked at the potion recipe on the parchment paper and said, "3 drops of poisonous sausage, you can't drink this thing randomly, it will numb all over your body and die stiffly. In ancient times, it was the best choice for suicide."

I'm not stupid... Klein whispered.

Old Neil changed a dropper and dripped the poisonous scent into the large iron pot, mixing the strange smell that made people clear.

"9 grams of dragon blood grass powder." Old Neil calmly pulled his hand deep into the silver box and lifted up a transparent test tube. The powder inside was as dark as iron.

He weighed 9 grams of powder with beaker, flat ground and other items, poured it into a large iron pot, and stirred it with a black wooden spoon for two. Seeing Klein tremble, he always felt it was not reliable.

"Actually, the previous materials are all auxiliary. Adding more points and adding less points will not affect the final effect. Or I will put some more?" Old Neil joked, "The remaining two are the key. The weight can be slightly less, but not too deviated, otherwise your 'promotion' will fail. Well, they must not be too much, even if it is just a little bit, otherwise you will have to treat mental problems after taking them, and there are no ones who die directly."

Klein immediately tensed up and watched Old Neil take out a black glass bottle from the silver box.

"The blood of the octopus is 10 ml. This octopus is an extraordinary species and has obvious mutations. Its body is full of mysterious symbols. Its blood will quickly decompose under the sun, losing its special nature, and must be preserved with opaque materials." Old Neil's tone was no longer relaxed, and he moved quickly and carefully to take 10 ml of blood with a test tube.

The blood was as blue as the sky, and from time to time, illusory bubbles appeared, as if connected to the spiritual world.

"Populate the blood in the test tube and don't worry about the remaining points on the wall. This is to prevent excessive precautions." Old Neil whispered.

As soon as the blue blood entered the iron pot and came into contact with the previous liquid, a clamor sound suddenly sounded inside, and the light around it dyed light blue, giving Klein a strange feeling that was far away and familiar.

That seems to be an experience in the mother's body, which makes the soul feel like it is climbing high.

"The last thing is, star crystal, 50 grams." Old Neil's voice came to Klein's ears, making him come back to his senses and look back at the long table again.

The old man had an extremely pure crystal in his hand, and the crystal was gluey, like a jelly on the earth, lacking enough hardness.

Under the light blue light, it reflected lights of light, and it seemed like a bright starry sky was hidden in its body.

"This is the best material for making divination crystals... a little less, consider the error." Old Neil cut it with a patterned silver knife while weighing.

"Pure water + night vanilla + golden mint leaves + poisonous sap juice + dragon blood grass + lacar octopus blood + star crystal = divination..." At this time, Klein couldn't help but recall the recipe.

After preparation, Old Neil threw a few small pieces of "star crystal" into a large iron pot.

Honey!

The illusory mist instantly emerged, making the alchemy room misty.

In this fog, Klein seemed to see the starry sky and seemed to feel the gaze of some invisible existence.

After a few seconds, the fog subsided, and Old Neil used a black wooden spoon to scoop out a thick dark blue liquid from the large iron pot. They had strange characteristics, connected to each other and were never separated, so that there was no trace of the black iron pot left.

The dark blue liquid was poured into an opaque cup, and Old Neil pointed at it and said:

"Okay, your 'Tushika' potion."
Chapter completed!