“Clues to the Clown potion.”
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On the seat of honor at the ancient bronze table, Klein repeated the divination statement a few times before leaning back and entering a deep sleep.
His surroundings quickly became peaceful and quiet. He saw a hazy view, with countless distorted and blurry scenes flashing past, just like drops of morning dew on tender flower petals.
Gradually, Klein grasped his spirituality and came to his senses.
He saw a fireplace before him with a rocking chair in front of it. Sitting on it was an old woman dressed in black and white.
Although he couldn’t see her face since she was hanging her head low, Klein’s gut feeling told him that she was an old lady. And he was pretty certain about it.
The old lady was facing a desk directly. There were newspapers and tin cans inlaid with silver on the desk.
“This is…” Klein found the scene before his eyes very familiar, and he quickly recognized what he saw.
This was where Ray Bieber and his mother stayed!
This was where he saw a bloated cadaver for the first time!
“There are clues that point to the Clown potion here?” Just as Klein’s thoughts flashed past, the scene around him transformed.
It was a grayish-white warehouse, hidden among identical buildings.
There were white bones scattered all around, and a few balls of flesh that looked like they had been squashed by a boulder.
In the middle of the warehouse was a grayish-white object that was the size of a fist. Its surface was filled with ditches and it looked soft but ductile. It looked like a brain that had been extracted out of a living being.
Just as Klein recognized the scene and recalled something, the scene before him distorted like rippling water before transforming into another new blurry scene.
A naked body was laid on a long table covered with a white cloth. There were some bluish, discolored patches on the corpse’s skin.
Klein suddenly knitted his eyebrows and muttered, “It was first the images of Ray Bieber’s hiding place and his remains, and now, it’s related to the brand on the suited clown’s wrist?”
Just as he attempted to speculate what the scenes meant, the scene suddenly changed again.
A marble coffee table, a set of two leather couches, and a chandelier that hung high on the ceiling.
There were three people—Klein Moretti, who had black hair, brown eyes, and a scholarly temperament; a wealthy man with a chubby body and pale skin; and a beautiful young lady with fishnet gloves.
Following that, it was another three people and an object—a middle-aged man in a black robe who had thick spiky brown hair; a wealthy man with a chubby body and pale skin; a half-century-old elder with messy eyebrows, thin brown hair, and gray-blue eyes; and a black notebook on the round table in-between all of them, a notebook that exuded an ancient and distant air.
Klein suddenly sat up straight and the dream vanished.
Looking outside the divine hall where there was boundless gray fog and crimson stars, he thought in both shock and confusion.
Klein calmed himself down and tapped on the edge of the long bronze table rhythmically.
Klein stopped tapping his fingers on the edge of the table and looked through every scene of his dream divination once more.
After becoming a Seer, Klein once tried to divine where Welch had bought the Antigonus family’s notebook, but he never considered using the unique qualities that the area above the gray fog possessed. As such, he had failed to receive any revelations, but now, he had chanced upon the truth by divining something separate.
After spending nearly twenty seconds to calm down, Klein summarized the context provided by Roselle’s diary and attempted to interpret his dream divination.
Having thought of this, Klein massaged his forehead and suddenly realized the limitations of a Seer.
Unless it was a very simple and straightforward sign, a Seer had to be extremely careful when making interpretations. It was just like walking on the edge of the abyss or walking on a thin layer of ice over a lake’s surface. The suited clown’s outcome was an actual and bloody example of what a single mistake in interpretation or failure to grasp a key point could result in!
In that instant, Klein had an illusion of himself mastering the true essence of a Seer. He seemed to be just one step away from digesting the potion completely.
“Thank you for enlightening me with your life… Praise the Lady!” he muttered and drew a crimson moon before his chest.
Then he divined whether Azik had good intentions or if he was an amazing Beyonder. He received confirmations for both of them.
Eventually, the continuous divinations exhausted Klein. He had no choice but to stop churning through his thoughts and decide on the crucial matters that he needed to attend to.
This was the third person present when the Antigonus family’s notebook was traded between Welch and Hanass Vincent!
Looking at the portrait, Klein suddenly fell into a dilemma.
Having thought of this, Klein immediately emanated his spirituality to envelop himself to stimulate the feeling of falling.
Back in his bedroom, he lit the gas lamp and ‘prayed.’
“The Fool that doesn’t belong to this era;
“You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog;
“You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck;
“I pray for your revelation and pray that you allow me to draw what I’ve seen.”
After reciting the incantation, Klein didn’t splash essential oils or burn any herbs to gain the help of their powers.
It was just that informal when praying to oneself!
There were suddenly murmurs in his ears as he saw the four black dots that formed a square surface on the back of his hand.
He walked four steps counterclockwise and recited the incantation before penetrating the maniacal chaos to return to the area above the gray fog.
This time he didn’t see any of the crimson stars shrinking or expanding. But behind the seat of honor at the long bronze table, the strange symbol formed by a partial Pupil-less Eye and partial contorted lines shimmered weakly as it produced illusory prayers.
Klein held his ear to it and listened. After making sure that there were no mistakes, he conjured the portrait of the ‘third person’, and cast it towards the flowing light in accordance to the prayer’s format.
After everything was done, he immediately left the mysterious world above the gray fog and returned to his bedroom.
Just as he found his footing, a portrait surfaced immediately in front of Klein’s eyes. Furthermore, he sensed a weak and illusory power augmenting him.
He picked up a fountain pen and found a piece of white paper and expressed his intent.
Klein was surprised to find his right hand moving uncontrollably as it quickly drew lines.
Before long, he saw a lifelike portrait of the ‘third person’.
After writing down the hair and eye colors, as well as other unique characteristics, Klein heaved a sigh of relief despite the spasms of his right hand.
The illusion before his eyes rapidly dissipated.
