Chapter 222 Aggregation Effect

Eight in the evening, Harvest Church.

Klein, who had changed back to his normal attire, quietly looked around by pressing the brim of his top hat. Then he walked into the hall and walked towards Emlyn White in front of the three rows of candles on the right.

A black suitcase was placed at the vampire's feet, and its surface seemed to be covered with a "spiritual wall".

Noticing Sherlock Moriarty coming in, Emlyn was overjoyed at first, and then showed a vigilant expression.

He bent down to grab the suitcase, stepped back obliquely, and got closer to Father Utravsky, who was concentrating on praying.

This is because I am afraid that I will snatch extraordinary materials... Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:

"Let me first verify whether it is the two materials I need."

Emlyn White stretched out his hands to comb his hair, lifted the suitcase to his chest, and undid the concealed buckle with a snap.

The "spiritual wall" then shattered, turning into a breeze and passing through the prayer hall.

Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision a long time ago, immediately saw bursts of strange and brilliant light, which was the spiritual brilliance of many Extraordinary characteristics.

There are two small boxes in the suitcase, one is made of white tin, with many patterns, simple and heavy, and the other is pure paper box.

Emlyn held the black suitcase with one hand, and opened the silvery-white but slightly dull tin box. The items inside looked like walnuts that had been peeled off, yellow-brown in color, with bumps and depressions like brain patterns.

With the flickering of the candle, it constantly changes its shape, sometimes gray and wrinkled, sometimes dark brown, extremely smooth, and sometimes two colors intermingled, outlining a "face" without facial features.

As soon as he saw it, Klein felt a slight change in the power of the potion that had been completely digested and integrated into him, like a magnet encountering a different pole.

He controlled his body with the "clown" ability, suppressed the feeling of mutual attraction, and he already understood in his heart that it was the genuine pituitary gland of the hunter with a thousand faces.

It seems that Emperor Roselle's guess in his diary is indeed possible. High-sequence items of the same path will intermittently and unconsciously attract mid- and low-sequence Beyonders to its vicinity, and tend to gather together... Although the brain mutant pituitary gland of the hunter with thousands of faces is still far away from the high-sequence, it will not have that kind of wonderful attraction, but the Extraordinary characteristics enriched by itself are enough, and I have also digested the magic potion of Sequence 7 , when the two are close enough, similar symptoms appear...

I didn't notice it before, one is that the corresponding Extraordinary materials are of low grade, and the other is that my own strength is poor, and the sequence is not enough... By the way, every time I digest the potion, an illusory starry sky seems to appear around me, and there are many Lots of brilliance, they pull each other, trying to get closer... This may be the picture of the law of "aggregation" of Extraordinary characteristics in the same path, and the greater the "mass", the stronger the gravitational force...

Then, will the extraordinary characteristics of the similar road conform to this law?

Klein recalled the records in Roselle's diary with an unchanged expression, and combined with his experience of digesting the potion three times, he roughly confirmed the existence of a certain law.

Emlyn White glanced at him warily, quickly closed the tin box, and then opened the paper box next to it.

The inside of the carton is densely packed with cotton, and in the center lies a glass bottle that can hold 200ml of liquid. Half of it is empty, and the rest of the place is filled with viscous water that can change its color with the change of light.

"Are there any questions?" Emlyn closed the paper box.

"Let me confirm again." Klein took out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers, as if it had a life of its own.

Zheng!

The gold coin bounced up, fell down again, and spread out in Klein's palm.

This time, the portrait is facing up, expressing affirmation.

Klein nodded slightly, and took out stacks of banknotes from different pockets of his clothes. There were 10-pound bills, 5-pound bills, and 1-pound bills.

"1450 pounds." Klein piled up the cash and placed it on the table and chair next to him.

"Take a few steps back, no, five steps!" Emlyn shouted cautiously.

Klein raised his hands with a smile, and took five steps back.

Emlyn approached cautiously and checked whether there was any blank paper in the pile of cash.

After making a few points, he threw the suitcase in his hand at the transaction partner.

Klein was taken aback, but he was agile and accurately caught the suitcase.

He was afraid that the glass bottle would break and let the blood of the hunter with a thousand faces seep out.

And Emlyn White took this opportunity, collected the banknotes, and quickly stepped back to the side of Father Utravsky.

Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.

Seeing this scene, Klein couldn't help recalling the scene just now, and suddenly felt a little ashamed:

He and Emlyn made the Church of the Mother Earth look like a scene of arms or drug dealing...

After confirming the status of the two pieces of material, Klein snapped his fingers, igniting the specially separated matches in his pocket, and letting the suddenly rising red flames wrap himself.

When the flame fell back, he had disappeared.

——Because he often meets Emlyn White in the Harvest Church, he doesn't mind now being known by Father Utravsky as the Extraordinary who helped the other party clear his dark personality, and even thinks that this can lead to some friendship .

Emlyn, who was counting the banknotes, looked up and saw this scene, and was stunned for a full two seconds.

He mumbled his mouth and whispered to himself:

"My suitcase...

"My tin box..."

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On the street illuminated by gas street lamps, a carriage rolled over layers of puddles and headed towards the edge of Queens.

Fors has already told her friend Hugh Dilcha that she has a teacher and has taken an "apprentice" potion again.

After confirming that she had no signs of losing control, Xio looked out the window at the gas street lamp that was much taller than her, and said doubtfully:

"I've always wondered why it's preserved in the form of materials instead of potions? Your teacher can completely prepare the potions and bring them here, so you don't have to be busy on the spot."

Fors smiled lightly and said:

"I asked him about this question, and he said that there are two main reasons. One is that different extraordinary materials have different uses, and there is no way to use them flexibly when they are formulated into potions. Preservation, but not after turning into a potion, unless there are special isolation techniques."

"Why?" Xio asked in surprise, "This is not an ordinary potion or extraordinary weapon, and the spirituality will continue to flow and decay."

Fors wasn't in the mood to laugh, but had to keep smiling:

"It's not a problem of the loss of characteristics, but once extraordinary materials become potions, not only humans can absorb them, but other creatures and even lifeless materials can also absorb them, but it will be relatively slow. For example, I use glass bottles to store potions. It seems There is no problem, but maybe after a few days, the glass bottle will be able to 'drink' the potion completely and turn it into a special magical item, and it may even open up a certain amount of wisdom. Of course, my teacher said that this situation has side effects Big, like the legacy of the out-of-control.

"The Seven Great Churches and some hidden forces have special isolation techniques, but they are quite troublesome and will not be used for mid- and low-sequence potions."

"It's amazing!" Xio said with emotion.

She glanced outside again, lowered her voice and said:

"It's almost there."

She and Forsi came to attend the Extraordinary party called by Mr. A.

Fors laughed heartily and said:

"Wish to have the stomach of a spirit-eater."

Before her teacher Dorian Gray left, she taught her how to act, and gave her a "Master of Conjuring" potion formula, asking her to try to find extraordinary materials by herself. If you don't get it all together, write to him again to ask him for help.

This made Forsi fall into a state of confusion:

"What did I spend a lot of money on to buy the formula and acting method of 'Master of Magic'?"

"So far, the Tarot Club has had the greatest effect on me, and the most irreplaceable thing is the precautions taught by Mister 'The Hanged Man' and Miss 'Justice', as well as the interference of Mister Fool's divination, otherwise I would have been The teacher found a problem and couldn't be his student..."

"Hey, think of it as the price paid for the cancellation of the full moon curse..."

While thinking about it, Forsi suddenly noticed that the house where Mr. A held the party had obviously collapsed, and there were even traces of scorched black in many places.

There's been a big fight here... who's up against Mr. A? official organization? Fors immediately hinted to Xio, and ordered the driver outside:

"Not here, two streets ahead."

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"The stronghold of the Aurora Society was discovered, and the terrorist organization suffered a heavy blow"

The next morning, as soon as Klein opened the newspaper, he saw the news.

"I wish Mr. A will die in this siege." He solemnly drew a crimson moon on his chest.

He had already thrown the mutated pituitary gland and blood of the Thousand-Faced Hunter's brain that he traded last night onto the gray mist, so as not to lose them.

Even if I die, they won't be thrown away... Klein very reassuringly forked a piece of bacon and chewed.

After the transaction last night, his cash fell back to less than 1,000 pounds, and only 735 pounds were left. He was able to buy the hair of the deep sea naga, and he was unable to take into account the characteristics of the human-skinned shadow.

With no better clues or money, Klein rested at home for a whole morning, and after lunch, he dressed up and went out, heading straight to the Backlund Bridge area.

He made an agreement with Carlson of "Mechanical Heart" that if he has any information, he will go to the "Lucky Bar" near the West Balam Dock to find the other party. If the news is particularly important and the other party is not there, he will go directly to the Leverage Church. Anyway, Sherlock . Moriarty is not a member of any secret organization, so there is no need to act cautiously.

There weren't many customers in the "Lucky Bar" in the afternoon, and Klein immediately saw Carlson sitting in the corner of the bar drinking alone.

He walked over, knocked on the table, and reported in a low voice:

"Many people in the East End are spreading the belief in the original creator."

Carlson drank the wine made from pure malt, and replied noncommittally:

"I see."

Sure enough... Klein whispered a word, then smiled and said:

"I have a clue about the Quaternary Noble Tomb."

"what?"

Carlson stopped holding the wine glass, looked sideways at Klein in astonishment, and subconsciously pushed his heavy glasses.

However, he found that Detective Sherlock Moriarty did not describe the follow-up, but looked at the bartender a few steps away, and said with a leisurely smile:

"A glass of Southwell beer."