Secrets Suppliant?
Literally, it means someone who prays to a hidden existence.
That seems to fit the description of a cultist...
Caesar savored the name for a moment, then continued, "So, what are the abilities of a Secrets Suppliant?"
"Secrets Suppliants can perceive certain mysterious and terrifying existences, possess some knowledge of sacrifices and a small amount of ritual magic, and will more or less experience distortions in their cognitive views. However, besides that, their physical strength is no different from ordinary people, and because their spiritual perception is higher, they are more prone to losing control than ordinary Beyonders."
"...Huh?"
More prone to losing control? What kind of characteristic is that! And their physical strength is no different from ordinary people... No wonder he could knock out Sirius with a candlestick. He felt incomparable to Seers or Sleepless.
Caesar couldn't help but click his tongue.
"You mustn't underestimate them. A Sequence 9 Secrets Suppliant is indeed not strong; their main threat comes from being prone to losing control. However, their high-Sequence abilities are quite terrifying, known for being evil, insane and bizzaro abilities " Dunn continued. "But as for specific information about them, due to confidentiality, I cannot tell you."
"Alright, thank you very much."
Caesar nodded, half disappointed, half uneasy. Disappointed because he couldn't learn more about the Pathway, and uneasy because, after Dunn's introduction, the desperate prospects of this Sequence were already vaguely visible to him.
"Speaking of which, if you really want to understand the abilities of a Secrets Suppliant, shouldn't you be asking yourself?"
Just then, the green-eyed Nighthawk, who had been observing Caesar but hadn't spoken, interjected with a smile. He was good-looking, dressed casually, and had a romantic, somewhat frivolous poetic air.
Just not as handsome as me.
Caesar mumbled in his heart, nodding to the other party, "Excuse me, Mr. Nighthawk..."
"My name is Leonard Mitchell."
"Mr. Leonard, what do you mean?"
"No need to be so formal, just call me Leonard... I mean, the potion itself contains information. The moment you became a Secrets Suppliant, the relevant knowledge was already engraved in your mind." The green-eyed Nighthawk, who introduced himself as Leonard, bent his knuckles and tapped his forehead, chuckling, "Why don't you try meditating? You might just find out your abilities."
Is it that simple?
Caesar felt it was a bit unbelievable, but he decided to try. "How exactly do I meditate?"
So Leonard taught him the meditation method. Caesar followed his instructions, closed his eyes, relaxed his mind, and tried to communicate with his inner self.
The night street was very quiet. The other two in the carriage also stopped talking. For a moment, only the sound of the carriage moving on the road could be heard. Soon, Caesar cleared his mind and indeed discovered some things that originally didn't belong to him.
"I feel it, it seems to be some knowledge of sacrifices."
He murmured, his expression slightly changing, his face full of disgust, "So insane..."
It turned out that most of this sacrificial knowledge was extremely twisted and evil, detailing how to please evil gods, including sacrificing flesh and blood, people's lives, and even their extreme despair before death...
"Besides that?"
Dunn pressed, learning about a Secrets Suppliant's information from a first-person perspective was a new experience for him too.
"There are also some... ritual magic..."
Caesar frowned, thinking carefully, "But many rituals are very insane, built on the basis of pleasing evil gods, and the effects obtained are also extremely distorted..."
"It's pretty much what the internal documents say."
Dunn nodded. He noticed that the other party was not in a good state, so he said, "That's enough, Caesar, end the meditation."
"Okay."
Caesar replied, but he didn't stop.
Hmm? I should have stopped, why am I still looking deeper?
Caesar was a little puzzled, but still continued. In the deepest part, it seemed like there was something... some irresistible force was pushing him to dive deeper into his consciousness.
Who do Secrets Suppliants worship?
Who are the existences invoked by those rituals?
Mad, surging thoughts drove him, making him desperately pursue the honored name of that grand entity carved in the deepest part of the potion. It was like forcing one's body into a narrow cave; even if the bones were already shattered, the muscles still wriggled deeper like a worm... Finally, he saw, heard, and remembered. Beneath that inverted cross, in that blood-red sky, on Sirius's shattered corpse... praises to the Lord were piled, carved, and filled! That was the Lord's name—
"True Creator."
Caesar trembled in fear, and in a strange language he had never learned, with immense joy and despair, he involuntarily chanted:
"The Lord who created everything..."
"Stop!"
A sudden roar startled Caesar awake from his hallucination.
Opening his eyes, he saw Dunn pressing on his shoulder, his other hand already drawing his revolver, while Leonard also stood up, hunched over, as if ready for battle.
Dunn gazed at him with deep eyes, and only when he saw him regain consciousness did he sigh in relief and slowly sit back down.
"What were you doing just now?"
He questioned.
"Checking the knowledge carried by the potion."
Caesar was quite innocent.
"You were trying to call out the True Creator's honored name in Hermes!"
Dunn said gravely.
"What's that? Is it serious?"
Caesar's head buzzed, aching and dizzy. During the meditation just now, he had gained a large amount of mysterious knowledge from the potion, filling his head. From the corner of his eye, he once again saw irregular black lines and illusory limbs appearing in the corner of the carriage, peeking at Caesar and emitting inexplicable murmurs.
"Serious?"
Leonard scoffed, "If you had been lucky enough to finish chanting the entire honored name just now, you would have already turned into a Lunatic like that Sirius!"
Caesar couldn't help but swallow, subconsciously glancing at the revolver in Dunn's hand.
In other words, they would have just shot him...
Dunn put away his revolver and said:
"The True Creator is the evil god worshiped by the Aurora Order, which is the 'Lord' Sirius spoke of. You said before that when you fell into a hallucination, you would see a hanging giant, right?"
"Yes."
Caesar nodded, then suddenly froze.
Could it be that...
"The hanging giant is that evil god's most classic image."
Dunn said lightly.
"Hiss..."
Caesar took a deep breath, startled and alarmed.
A chill ran up from the soles of his feet along his spine, finally exploding in his mind.
No wonder Sirius said he had the aura of the "Lord"...
"Why is this happening?"
He mumbled subconsciously.
Why did Caesar, before crossing over, see such hallucinations?
What relationship did this have with his crossing over?
"I really was just checking the knowledge of the potion. This honored name was inherent in the potion, and the moment I saw it, I involuntarily chanted it out," he defended himself. "I also didn't know what the consequences of chanting it would be."
If he thought about it carefully, besides the True Creator, there seemed to be another honored name in the potion, but given the current situation, he'd better not mention it for now.
"I believe you, but don't do that next time."
Dunn looked at him deeply and said.
Caesar nodded repeatedly.
After that, the atmosphere in the carriage became strange and quiet. None of the three spoke again until the four-wheeled carriage carried them to their destination.
Blackthorn Security Company—the sign with these words was illuminated by a gas streetlamp. The entire building stood silently in the deep night, guarding the city's peaceful sleep. The carriage door was pushed open, and the cool night breeze brushed against his face. Caesar's spirits lifted, and he suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, Mr. Dunn."
He spoke up, "My sister was a bit rude when she spoke to you just now. She's young and doesn't know any better, please be more understanding."
Dunn had already stepped one foot out of the carriage. Hearing him say this, he stopped and turned his head.
"Do you think I would mind?"
He asked calmly.
You most likely wouldn't mind, but I still have to say something.
Caesar thought to himself.
Seeing that he didn't answer, Dunn suddenly smiled and said something not quite relevant.
"Your sister has taken very good care of you."
"Huh?"
Caesar was a little bewildered, seeing Dunn point to his fingernails, hair, clothes, and other places.
"You were often in hallucinations and half-mad before, unable to look after yourself. But your nails and hair have been meticulously trimmed, and although your clothes are old, they are very clean—this shows that your sister has been carefully looking after you. And when facing me, a male police officer whose strength is far superior to hers, she dared to retort, even if she was scared, just to protect her brother."
Dunn put his police cap on his head, turned and exited the carriage. His last words disappeared into the night wind, "How could I mind a slight rudeness from such a noble lady?"