Breath, finally passed... This is it...
Upon hearing Crista Sessima's announcement, Klein, who was mentally prepared for this, first let out a sigh of relief, then looked somewhat confused, feeling that it wasn't truly real, like a dream.
In his estimation, the examination should have been more difficult and longer, but upon careful consideration, he felt that this was exactly how it should have been. If he hadn't digested the "Diviner" potion within a month and sought promotion, but instead had waited for three years, the examination might not have even disturbed the Sanctuary, and would have been handled solely by the Captain of the Tinggen Market Night Team.
I thought there would be steps involving investigating family situations and interpersonal relationships... Hmm, perhaps Lady Sessima arrived in Tinggen a couple of days ago and secretly completed this step... I thought the examination would include the completion of assigned tasks, ah, I was overthinking it. The purpose of the examination is simply to confirm the extent to which I have digested the potion and to check for any hidden dangers, whether I clearly understand the "Role-playing Method", and whether I have shared experiences with others... One thought flashed through Klein's mind, causing him to smile sincerely:
"Thank you, Lady Sessima."
"Oho, Goddess!"
Crista nodded gently, saying: "Promotion is to serve the Goddess better and protect the kind believers. Remember this, trust me, it will also help you resist uncontrollable temptations, remember, it's temptation."
"Temptation..." Klein chewed on this word.
Crista looked at him with dark green eyes, very seriously saying:
"'Role-playing Method' can help you digest the potion and reduce the risk of losing control, but it is not a universal cure-all medicine. Even at times, it may confuse the role you play and your own existence. You know, such opera and drama actors are bound to have serious psychological problems. To a certain extent, you will truly go insane."
Remember, you are just playing... This is the only note taken by Silver City, and it is basically consistent with Lady Sessima's description... Klein nodded thoughtfully, expressing his agreement with the other person's viewpoint.
"Also." Crista emphasized again, "Loss of control is not only related to the potion, but is also closely linked to your own emotional state and mental health. Hmm, the most important thing for an extraordinary person is to be able to control themselves. Only in this way can you resist the temptations of those evil gods and demons, resist the corruption of emotions and desires such as jealousy and greed. Of course, I'm not saying to completely eliminate such emotions and desires, this is something that humans, even those with half-human half-divine nature, cannot achieve. Hmm, perhaps only certain special sequences can reach that state."
"It's about keeping these emotions and desires within a reasonable range, not being controlled by them, and doing something irrational and abnormal?" Klein suddenly thought of Old Neil, and couldn't help but ask back.
Crista nodded seriously: "Yes."
He smiled slightly at the corners of his eyes, revealing a few wrinkles, and said:
"This is what I need to tell you. Next, I will give you the recipe and the corresponding materials for the 'Clown' potion."
He bent down and lifted the silver box onto the long table. Then, turning around, he moved a few steps to block Klein's view.
When the surrounding light vanished again in an eerie manner, Klein, standing in the pure darkness, suddenly understood that the recipe and the materials were all in that box containing the sacred object. However, his gaze had been completely attracted by the pure white bone sword before, and he had completely failed to notice or fail to notice that there might be other items inside.
After a few minutes, the light from the gas lamp re-illuminated the alchemy room, and Creste took the box and stepped back, allowing the items on the long table to come into Klein's view.
Among them, the most eye-catching was a palm-sized gray horn, which seemed to have shrunk from its normal size, crystal clear and shining with light, with strange patterns faintly visible inside.
Next to it was a blue rose, with red lines on its petals, interlocking with each other, seemingly forming a smiling face.
Hahaha,wuwuwu,Hahaha,wuwuwu... Klein heard the interwoven illusions of laughter and crying around him, and saw specks of gray light floating in the air.
The adult Horancius gray goat horn crystal, the complete human face rose, well, the main materials for the 'Clown' potion were all here! He gave a barely visible nod and walked a few steps forward to stand in front of the long table.
"80 milliliters of pure water, 5 drops of mandrake juice, 7 grams of black-edged sunflower powder, 10 grams of golden cloak grass powder, 3 drops of poison violet juice..." Klein looked at the unfolded parchment and compared the content written on it with the recipe in his memory.
After confirming there were no errors, he recalled what Old Neil had demonstrated earlier.
Taking a breath and slowly exhaling, Klein controlled his emotions and used the devices in the alchemy room to distill the pure water needed for the potion.
-- In the potion recipe, pure water refers to water that has been repeatedly distilled.
Then, he washed the black iron pot and placed the auxiliary materials in sequence, as if he had done the most chemical experiments in high school.
Since there was no extraordinary material to catalyze, he did not notice any obvious changes in the liquid inside the pot, at most seeing powder impurities suspended in it.
After completing the preliminary preparations, Klein turned his gaze to the two main materials and sincerely rejoiced in his heart:
"Whether it's the Horancius gray goat horn crystal or the complete human face rose, there are no quantitative descriptions... Perhaps the adult horn crystal or the complete human face rose have no difference in quantity compared to their counterparts, exactly meeting the requirements... Well, in the mysterious extraordinary world, this is definitely something that could occur..."
"Thus, I don't need to worry about adding too much main material!"
After a few seconds of calmness, Klein picked up the human face rose and threw it into the iron pot.
As soon as this strange flower touched the liquid, it immediately made a buzzing sound, and the eerie laughter around became even sharper:
Hahaha, hahaha!
Klein did not hesitate and quickly grasped the mysterious and crystal-clear horn, throwing it into the iron pot as well.
Puff!
The deafening laughter suddenly vanished, and the specks of gray light floating around rapidly contracted into the iron pot.
Klein looked down and saw that the liquid inside was stained with gold, yellow, and red colors, interlocking but exceptionally clear.
Gurgling, gurgling, bubbles rose and rolled in the liquid, unable to escape, only to fade away in disappointment.
This scene reminded Klein of the Sprite from his previous life, the bubble drinks of his previous life.
It tasted so good... Thoughts that were in line with his ethnic characteristics flashed in his mind.
Suppressing the emotions of tension, excitement and anticipation, Klein used the device to transfer the liquid in the black iron pot into a glass bottle.
What surprised him was that there was not a trace of the potion remaining in the iron pot.
Indeed, this was a potion that could make one achieve extraordinary feats... Klein raised his right hand and gazed at the beautiful golden and red liquid in the cup in his palm.
Cresta. Cecima, who was beside him, remained quiet and then smiled at this moment:
"Don't worry. At least I didn't notice any problems in your process of preparing the potion."
"I'm waiting here to handle any unexpected situations after you take the potion. You can rest assured. As long as the problem isn't serious, I should be able to save you."
Well, Klein nodded, but then put the "Clown" potion back on the long table.
He unfastened the silver chain in the left sleeve and held it with his non-dominant hand, then let the yellow crystal pendant hang smoothly above the potion, just a little bit away from the liquid.
For extraordinary individuals from other professions, the spirit pendulum can only predict "yes" or "no". Of course, when the basic information is insufficient and the exclusion method is forcibly used, the spirit pendulum will stop rotating and not spin, which is what is called a failed prediction.
But Klein, who was a "Diviner", had already experimented before. His spirit pendulum method could also vaguely determine the degree of "yes" and "no".
His eyes deepened, and Klein murmured:
"This potion is harmful."
"This potion is harmful." ...
After seven rounds, he opened his half-closed eyes and saw the yellow crystal pendant rotating clockwise, but the movement was very small.
Clockwise rotation indicates affirmation, which means this potion is harmful... The small amplitude indicates a low degree of harm... Well, the potion will cause instability, there must be disadvantages, and a low degree of harm proves that the potion is fine... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped the spirit orb back around his left wrist, and covered it with his sleeve.
At this moment, Creste couldn't help but sigh: "... "You are truly a professional fortune teller."
"To make the best use of your strengths, but not to rely too much on them, thinking they are all-powerful." Klein replied in a low voice, then picked up the "Clown" potion again.
After drinking it, I will become an extraordinary person of Sequence 8...
A thought flashed through his mind. Klein no longer hesitated and lifted the cup, slightly raising his head, and gulped down the potion.
Bitter! So bitter!
It's not good to drink!
He immediately understood what it meant to look good on the outside but taste bad inside. He felt his entire face crumple up, wanting to vomit but unable to.
Then, Klein noticed that his face was turning red, and the other parts of his body also had similar changes.
He was very certain that he now looked like a steamed shrimp, while his spirit had detached itself and turned into fine needles, integrating into droplets of the potion and piercing into each cell.
It was a feeling that one could "observe" cells without a microscope. Klein stood there, "watching" as the invaders entered the most minute area of his body.
During these few seconds, he felt like a robot, undergoing the transformation of parts and circuits.
After a while, a reflection of his own figure appeared in his mind, just like hearing his own singing through a feedback system.
With this strange reflection, Klein discovered that he could precisely control facial expressions and body movements.
At the same time, there was a buzzing sound in his ears, and he heard the same strange murmurs and shouts that had not appeared for a long time echoing around him:
"Hornachis... Fregral... Hornachis... Fregral... Hornachis... Fregral..."
Aha, Klein imagined layers of light balls slowly entering a meditative state, gradually getting rid of the slight leakage of spirituality and the slightly uncontrollable situation.
At this moment, he clearly knew that he had succeeded in his promotion and that he was now the "Clown" of Sequence 8.