"Clues about the 'Jester' potion." ...
At the head of the ancient and weathered bronze table, Klein repeatedly read the "divination sentence" several times, then leaned back and fell into a deep sleep.
The area around him soon became peaceful and silent. The "eyes" saw vague and hazy images, countless distorted and indistinguishable scenes flashed by here, just like drops of dew on tender petals in the early morning.
Gradually, Klein grasped his own spiritual essence and regained a certain level of consciousness.
He saw a fireplace in front of him, in front of which was a rocking chair, on which sat an old woman in a long black dress.
Although the other person was lowering their head and could not be seen, Klein felt from the bottom of his heart that she was an old lady, and was quite certain.
At the exact spot where the old woman was facing, there was a table, on which there were newspapers and silver-inlaid tin cans.
"This is..." Feeling the scene was extremely familiar, Klein quickly recognized what he was seeing:
This was the residence of Riel Bibber and his mother!
This was the place where he saw the "Giant View" for the first time in person!
"Are there clues to the 'Clown' potion here?" Klein's thoughts flashed, and the scene changed immediately.
It was a gray-white warehouse, hidden in the innermost part of the same building;
It was scattered with long, white bones, and there were several masses of blood-soaked flesh and mud crushed by huge rocks;
As soon as Klein recognized where it was and what it was, the images in his eyes distorted and shattered like the reflection of water disturbed, evolving into a new hazy scene:
A naked body lay on a long table covered with white cloth, with a blood cell with a slight shade of blue floating in front of it.
Klein immediately frowned and muttered:
"Was that Riel Bibber's hiding place and his remnants, now this is what the tattoo on the wrist of the tailcoat clown has transformed into?"
Just as he was trying to figure out what these images symbolized, the scene changed abruptly:
A marble coffee table, a leather sofa set in a main and secondary layout, and a hanging chandelier above the ceiling;
Black hair, brown eyes, with a scholarly air, Klein. Moretti, a plump, fair-skinned, fat man wearing thin gauze gloves, a beautiful young lady with dark brown hair;
A middle-aged man with thick, stiff, and standing black robes, a plump, fair-skinned fat man, messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes, a middle-aged man in his fifties, and a notebook of dark color placed on the round table between them, an ancient and distant notebook with a lingering and profound aroma.
Antigonus family's notebook!
Klein suddenly sat up straight, and the dream had no trace left.
Looking at the boundless gray fog and deep red stars outside the magnificent temple, he was astonished and puzzled:
"I was divining the clues of the 'Clown' potion... How could the Antigonus family's notebook pop up?"
"Let me think, let me think. The plump man is Welch, right, Welch, the unlucky guy who bought the Antigonus family's notebook and triggered a series of subsequent events... The beautiful young lady with delicate features wearing thin gauze gloves is Naya..."
"I remember now, the combination of the marble coffee table and the leather sofa is the sign of Welch's residence, and I saw the 'Diviner' Daley there."
"That is to say, I just saw the living room of Welch's residence, the scene where the original owner and two classmates were discussing the notebook."
Klein's mind settled, and he regained calmness. His fingers rhythmically tapped the edge of the bronze long table:
"What does the last image represent? There are notebooks, there is Welch, could it be the scene when he bought that 'antiquity'?"
"The other two people present, one is very familiar, the middle-aged man in a black classical robe seems to have been seen somewhere... Vulpine brown hair, thick black circles... Yes, I know who he is, Harnas. Van Sven, the Harnas of the Divination Club..." Vincenzo, because Selina secretly learned the secret incantation, the captain was able to infiltrate her dream and 'peacefully' killed Hainas Vincenzo!"
"Ugh, did he sell that notebook to Welch?"
"Having gone through a roundabout route, it actually connected up like this. The world is really small, no, Tinggen is really small! If you think about it carefully, it's possible. Hainas Vincenzo was not just an ordinary seer, he had delved deep into the mysterious realm and received the gaze of an ancient evil god. He had channels, the ability and the opportunity to obtain the notes accidentally leaked by the secret society..."
"Of course, the captain and his team haven't been able to trace where Welch bought the notebook because the direction was completely wrong. They were trying to investigate the antique market... Later, the specific whereabouts of the notebook were discovered, and they gave up this line of inquiry."
"Too bad. Hainas Vincenzo had just died not long ago. Otherwise, he surely could have provided some information about the notebook... As someone who had delved deep into the mysterious realm, he should have studied that notebook... His death was truly a stroke of luck!"
"However, there was another person present, a middle-aged man in his fifties. He might also know a lot of things."
Klein paused his tapping of the edge of the table and went through all the images he saw in the "dream divination" just now:
"Riel Bibber's home; Riel Bibber's hiding place; Riel Bibber's remnants; the thing formed by the branding on the wrist of the tailcoat clown; Welch's home; the scene where Welch, Naya and the original owner communicated; the 'group photo' of Welch, Hainas Vincenzo and the Antigonus family notebook... Hey, except for the branding on the tailcoat clown, all of it is directly related to the Antigonus family notebook!"
"But I was divining the clues of the 'clown' potion... This is not scientific, no, it's not esoteric!"
After becoming a "diviner", Klein once tried to divine where Welch bought the Antigonus family notebook, but he didn't consider the special circumstances above and failed to gain any inspiration at that time. Now, when he divined another matter, it seemed to have brought out the truth by chance.
After calming down for a dozen seconds, Klein combined the content of Rosel's diary and began to try to interpret the dream:
"The first possibility, Charlatan, or the Secret Society, was searching for and chasing the Antigonus family relics, so the symbolic meaning of this dream is to use the matters related to the Antigonus family to lure the Secret Society to appear, thereby obtaining the formula for the 'clown' potion."
"The second possibility, the Antigonus family's notebook directly recorded the formula for the 'clown' potion... The Charlatan family was searching for the remnants of the Antigonus family, indicating that they had a deep connection, perhaps friends, perhaps enemies, so it was normal for the Antigonus family to have a partial sequence of the other side, friends don't need to say, enemies understand each other's existence the most..."
"But the second symbolic explanation couldn't be linked to the branding object of the tailcoat clown. Ah, I hope it's the second one. When the Sanctuary finds experts to interpret the notebook, I can obtain the 'clown' potion without risk."
"At present, the first explanation has the greatest possibility, but as a diviner's intuition, there should be a deeper symbolic meaning."
Thinking of this, Klein rubbed his forehead and suddenly felt deeply about the limitations of diviners.
Unless it's a very simple and intuitive symbol, the interpretation of diviners must be cautious, like walking on the edge of an abyss, on thin ice, if the interpretation is wrong or fails to interpret the most crucial meaning, the tailcoat clown is a vivid and bloody example!
At this moment, Klein had a hallucination that he had grasped the true meaning of diviners, it seemed that he was just missing that decisive step, he could completely digest the potion!
"Thank you for using your life to remind me... Amen, Goddess!" He murmured a word and drew a crimson moon on his chest.
Then, he divined whether Azk was kind-hearted and whether he was a very powerful individual, and both answers were affirmative.
At this point, the continuous divinations and the exhaustion caused by being in the mist began to make Klein feel tired. He had to stop his train of thought and focus on the key tasks that needed to be done next:
"Find the old man who appeared in the same picture as Welch, Haines Van Sante, and the Antigonus family notes as soon as possible!"
"This can start with the Divination Club."
"Go to Mr. Azk more often, well, he might be a member of the Intermediate Sequence Life Sciences School, but this lack of certain information makes it impossible to make a divination..."
Sighing, Klein let out a breath, and suddenly, the parchment in front of him came to life, highlighting the portrait of the middle-aged man with messy eyebrows, sparse brown hair, and gray-blue eyes.
This was the third person who was present when Welch and Haines Van Sante traded the Antigonus family notes!
Looking at the portrait, Klein suddenly found himself in a dilemma: "... "I can't draw at all. In primary school, I was always the target of the teacher's criticism during art class."
"Using ritual magic, like Old Neil? But this is praying to the goddess... The matter relies on the special power above the mist... If the gods notice any signs, I won't be able to be a human anymore!"
"Wait a moment. Maybe I can pray to myself! Transferring images is similar to transmitting sounds... Although I can't currently manipulate the mysterious power above the mist, this kind of thing should not be a problem!"
With an idea in mind, Klein immediately spread his spirituality, wrapped himself up, and simulated the feeling of falling.
Back in the bedroom, he casually lit the gas lamp and whispered "prayed":
"An ignorant fool from this era;"
"You are the mysterious master above the mist;"
"You are the yellow and black king who holds good fortune."
"I pray to you to give me enlightenment, and pray to me to depict the scene I see."
After reciting these few incantations, Klein didn't sprinkle essential oils, didn't burn herbs, and didn't use their power.
Praying to oneself is so casual!
Suddenly, there was a murmur in his ears, and he saw four black dots forming a square on the back of his hand.
Walking counterclockwise for four steps, while walking, Klein once again penetrated the madness, the frenzy, and returned to the mist above.
This time, he didn't notice any deep red star contracting or expanding, but noticed that behind the high-backed chair at the very front of the bronze long table, a strange symbol composed of some "blind eyes" and some "distorted lines" was flickering with a faint light, creating an illusion of a prayer.
Klein listened carefully and confirmed it was correct before re-creating the image of the "third person", and projected it towards the flowing light.
After doing all this, he immediately left the mysterious world above the mist and returned to his bedroom.
Just as he had steadied himself, the image immediately appeared in his eyes, and he felt a faint and illusory power enveloping him.
He picked up a pen and found a white paper, expressing his will.
To Klein's surprise, his right hand moved uncontrollably, quickly drawing lines.
Not long after, he saw a lifelike image of the "third person".
Writing about the color, the eye color, and other characteristics, with a slight twitch in his right hand, Klein let out a sigh of relief.
The "phantasmagoric vision" he saw was rapidly fading.