Lord of the Mysteries

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"The clue of the 'Clown' potion."

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On the old and mottled bronze long table, Klein repeatedly read the "Divination Statement" several times, leaning back and entering the sleep.

His surroundings quickly became peaceful and silent, and the "eyes" saw the ethereal and sinister, numerous twisted, illegible images flashing here, like a drop of dew on the tender petals of the morning.

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

He saw a fireplace in front of him, a rocking chair in front of the fireplace, and an old woman wearing a black and white dress on the rocking chair.

Although the other person looked down and couldn't see it, Klein felt that she was an old lady and she was quite determined.

Where the old woman is right, there is a table with newspapers on the table and tin cans with silver inlaid.

"This is..." Klein, who was familiar with the scene, quickly recognized what he saw:

This is the residence of Riel Bieber and his mother!

It was the first time I saw the "Giant View" on the spot!

“There are clues to the ‘clown’ potion?” Klein’s thoughts just flashed and the surrounding scene changed.

It was a gray-white warehouse hidden in the innermost side of the same building;

It is dotted with white bones and white bones, and several groups of flesh and blood are crushed by boulder;

At the center of the warehouse is a group of gray-sized things. It is covered with gullies and gives a soft and quality feeling, like a brain that is dug up.

Klein just recognized what it was. Just remembering what it was, the picture in the eye was like a reflection of the water being shattered and broken, and a new vision was born:

The naked body lay on a long table covered with white cloth, and a **** ball with a little blue color floated in front of him.

Klein frowned and panicked:

"It was just the place where Riel Bieber was hiding and his residue. Now it is the thing that the swallowtail clown wrist is branded?"

Just as he tried to figure out what these pictures really symbolized, the change of the scene suddenly increased:

Marble coffee table, a combination of a leather sofa with a master and a second pattern, a chandelier hanging high above the ceiling;

Black-haired brown-haired, book-like temperament Kline Moretti, a rich man with a round body and fair skin, wearing tulle gloves and a beautiful young lady;

A black robe middle-aged man with thick, stiff, rooted roots, a rich man with round body and fair skin, a messy brown eyebrow, a sparse brown hair, a half-bone man with a gray-skinned eye, and a one placed on the round table between them. This dark black note, an old and distant note.

Notes from the Antigonus family!

Klein Horan sat up straight, and there was no residue in the dream.

Looking at the innocent fog and deep red stars outside the shrine, he was horrified and puzzled:

"I am a clue to the divination ‘clown’ potion... How come out the notes of the Antigonus family?”

"I think about it, I think about it, that guy who is round and round is Welch, right, Welch, who bought the Antignus family notes, sparked a series of incidents of unlucky... wearing tulle Gloves, the beautiful young lady is Naia..."

"I remembered that the combination of the marble coffee table and the leather sofa was the hallmark of Welch's residence. I saw the 'Psychic' Dai Li there."

"That is, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence and saw the scene where the original master and the two students discussed the notes."

Klein's mind settled, calmed down, and the fingers rhythmically struck the edge of the bronze long table:

"What does the last picture represent? There is a note, and Welch appears. Is it the scene when he bought the ‘Antiquities’?”

"The other two people present are very familiar. The middle-aged man wearing a black classical robe seems to have seen it... Hedgehog-like brown hair, thick dark circles... Yes, I know who he is. Henas. Vincent, the divination club's Hainas Vansente, Insina steals the secret spell, and the captain sneaked into the dream, 'the serene' of the dead Henas. Vincent!"

"Hey, is that note that he sold to Welch?"

"After a circle, even so connected, the world is really small, no, Tingen is really small! Think about it, it is really possible, Henas. Vincent is not an ordinary diviner, obviously deep into the mystery In the field, I got the attention of an ancient evil spirit. He has the ability to have the opportunity to get the notes that the secret will accidentally leak out..."

"No wonder the captains haven't found out where Welch bought the notes, because the direction is completely wrong, they are trying to troubleshoot the antiquities market... Later, with the specific whereabouts of the notes, they gave up trying in this regard. ”

"Unfortunately, Hainas. Vincent has not died for a long time, otherwise he will be able to find some notes related things from him... As a person deep in the mysterious field, he should have studied the notes...he It’s a coincidence of death!”

"But there is still one person on the scene, a veteran in his fifties, and he may know a lot."

Klein tapped his finger on the edge of the table and paused all the pictures he saw in "Dream Divination":

"Riel Bieber's home; Riel Bieber's hiding place; Riel Bieber's remnant; Tuxedo clown wrist imprinted into something; Welch's home; Welch, Naya and the original host exchange The scenes; 'Photos' of Welch, Heiners Vansente and Antignus family notes... oh, except for the branding of the tuxedo clowns, all others are directly related to the Antignus family notes!"

"But my divination is the clue of the 'clown' potion... It's not scientific, no, it's not occult!"

After becoming a "divinationist", Klein tried to take the notes of the Antigonus family where Div Welch bought it, but did not consider the speciality above the fog, and failed to get the revelation, and now, When he was divining another thing, he seemed to have accidentally brought out the truth.

Calm down for a dozen seconds, Klein combined with the contents of Russell's diary, began to try to interpret the dream just now:

"The first possibility, the Charato, or the Secret Society, is looking for and chasing the relics of the Antigonus family, so the symbolic meaning of this dream is to lure the secrets of the Antignus family. The rehearsal will appear to get the recipe for the 'Clown' potion."

"The second possibility, the notes of the 'Clown' potion are recorded directly in the notes of the Antigonus family... The Zarato family is looking for traces of the Antignus family, indicating that there is a lot between them. The deep roots may be friends, perhaps enemies. Therefore, it is normal for the Antigonus family to master the partial sequence of the other party. Friends don’t have to say that the enemy knows each other better..."

"But the second symbolic explanation can't be linked to the brand of the tuxedo clown. Oh, I hope it's the second. When the church asks the expert to interpret the notes, I can get the 'clown' potion without risk. It is."

"At the moment, the first explanation is probably the biggest, but the intuition of the divination tells me that there should be a deeper symbolic meaning."

Thinking of this, Klein smashed his forehead and suddenly felt deeply about the limitations of the divination family.

Unless it is a simple, intuitive symbol, the divination of the divination must be cautious, as if walking on the edge of the abyss, walking on the thin ice lake, once the interpretation of the mistakes, or failed to interpret the most critical meaning, the tuxedo clown It is a living, **** example!

At this moment, Klein had the illusion that he had grasped the true meaning of the divination. It seemed that he could only completely digest the potion.

"Thank you for using your life to mention me... praise the goddess!" He whispered, drawing a blushing moon on his chest.

Then he got a positive answer to the question of whether Azick was kind and whether he was a great one.

At this time, the continuous divination and the consumption above the fog made Klein feel tired. He had to stop the divergence of his thoughts and finalize the key things to do:

"As soon as possible, find the old man who appeared in the same picture with Welch, Hynas. Vincent, and Antigonus family notes!"

"This can start with the Divination Club."

"There is nothing to go to Mr. Azker. Well, he may be a member of the life school of the sequence, but this lacks some information and cannot be divined..."

Huh, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, and the parchment on the parchment that appeared in front of him highlighted the portrait of a half-old man with a frown eyebrow, a sparse brown hair, and a gray-eyed eye.

This is the third person who was present when Welch and Hanas Vansent traded the Antigonus family notes!

Looking at the portrait, Klein suddenly fell into a dilemma:

"...I don't paint. In the art class of elementary school, I have always been the object of teacher criticism."

"Using ritual magic, like the old Neil? But this is to pray to the goddess... Things are based on the speciality of the fog... If I was discovered by the gods, I couldn't be a man!"

"Wait a minute, maybe I can pray to myself! It's almost like passing the picture and passing the sound... Although I can't temporarily shake the mysterious power above the fog, this little thing should not be a problem!"

With the idea, Klein immediately spread the spirit, wrapped himself, and simulated the feeling of falling.

Going back to the bedroom, he whispered "Pray" with the gas light:

"A fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler above the fog;"

"You are the king of yellow and black who is in good luck."

"I pray that you will give a revelation and pray that you will let me paint the picture I see."

After reading these mantras, Klein did not sprinkle the essential oils, did not burn the herbs, and did not rely on their power.

Pray to yourself is so casual!

There was a whisper in the ear, and he saw the four black spots that formed the square on the back of his hand.

After four steps counterclockwise, while walking and reading the mantra, Klein re-entered the madness, penetrated the frenzy, and returned to the fog.

This time, he did not find which deep red star was shrinking and expanding, but noticed that the back of the tallest chair at the top of the bronze long table was composed of some "innocent eyes" and some "distorted lines". The symbol is shimmering in faint light, swaying illusory prayers.

Klein listened to the ear, and after confirming the correctness, he re-appeared the portrait of the "third person" and cast it to the glimmer of light in response to the prayer.

After doing all this, he immediately got out of the mysterious world above the fog and returned to his bedroom.

Just standing still, Klein immediately emerged the portrait, and felt illusory and weak power to add.

He picked up the pen, found a piece of white paper, and gave his willingness to express.

What surprised Klein was that his right hand moved uncontrollably and quickly painted the lines.

Not long after, he saw a lifelike portrait of a "third person."

Write down the characteristics of hair color, ochre, etc., and Klein, who was slightly twitched in his right hand, sighed.

The "miracle" he saw in front of his eyes is rapidly disappearing.