Mystery: Survival from the Secret Doll

Chapter 246 245 Old Neil

It was a little dark underground at Red Rose No. 32. Pettigrew led the way in front, holding a mineral lamp burning with Sunwell ore.

The basement seemed to be hiding something. As he walked down the stairs, Klein felt a rare chill.

This is not the kind of coldness brought by the cold wind blowing on the body, but a kind of coldness that seems to penetrate the flesh and blood and hit the bones and soul.

"This is the effect of the basement seal. As long as you don't stay underground for too long, it won't have much of an impact."

Pettigrew glanced at the mineral lamp in his hand, then tapped it twice with his fingernails.

The burning flames suddenly grew a little bigger, and the eerie chill was quickly dispelled by the warmth brought by the burning Sunwell ore.

This is the wizard's magic.

"He's a very gentle person." Klein mentally labeled this police officer who had taken good care of him these past few days.

Walking down the stairs, the two of them arrived at the basement, where the furnishings were not much different from those on the second floor.

"The weapons depot, research lab, shooting range, alchemy room, ritual room, etc. are all on the first underground floor. The second underground floor is where the Aben and other gates are located."

"The Gate of Ah Ben and Others?" Klein frowned.

Why does it feel like...

"It is said that this was named by the president of Miskatonic University a thousand years ago. Of course, you can also call it Chanis Gate."

As expected… Klein suddenly felt a strange feeling of “Is that so? Then I feel relieved.”

Take the first of the must-memorize words for college English and use it as a name... and add CET-4 and CET-6, senior time traveler, how much psychological trauma do you have from the CET-4 and CET-6 exams?

Klein muttered to himself as the two of them passed through several closed doors and arrived at a doorway with the words "Arsenal" written in Loenese on it.

Pettigrew knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A slightly old voice came from behind the door.

"grandfather."

"I need a little help from you," cried Pettigrew.

"Hey." The old man opened the door of the room, revealing a dazzling array of firearms and many of what Klein immediately recognized as weapons of mass destruction.

Klein's eyes widened slightly, clearly shocked by the fact that so many apparently dangerous things were hidden underground in this house.

"Aren't you Beyonders of the Mystic? You're adding physical attacks to your magical attacks? What do you call that? An all-around attack, aiming to wipe out every enemy?"

Is this the regular army?
After being shown off his muscles, Klein silently put his jaw back in place.

In the armory, the old man called "Grandpa" by Pettigrew was a man with gray hair, wearing a classical black robe, with many wrinkles on his face. Although he was old, he was still in good spirits.

"You kid, you don't come to see me when you have nothing to do, but when something happens, you come to me first."

Pettigrew's lips twitched. Is it necessary to see each other at night if we don't see each other during the day?

"This is my grandfather, Bent Neil, one of the support staff of the Tingen Market Nighthawks."

Pettigrew turned around and introduced Klein.

He then said to the old man, "This is Mr. Klein Moretti. The captain should have mentioned it to you. We want him to join the Nighthawks... Oh, by the way, Grandpa, he needs a Diviner's Potion."

"He must have forgotten," Old Neil said casually, then looked at Klein. "Fortune teller?"

He smiled inexplicably, "Okay, hello, fortune teller."

"I still have some things to report to the captain," Pettigrew said to Klein. He then turned to the old man and said, "I will deliver the main and auxiliary materials for the fortune-teller to the alchemy room later."

After the old man agreed, Pettigrew left.

After seeing Pettigrew disappear into the stairwell at the end of the underground floor, the old man said to Klein Moretti with a hint of helplessness and melancholy:
"Don't look at this kid as old-fashioned. He was despised when he was little... I'm telling you, hey, don't tell anyone it was me who said that. When he was little, this kid brought wreaths from someone else's funeral back for his grandmother. He was so brave that he almost scared his grandmother to death on the spot..."

Klein: "?"

Was Officer Neil also like this when he was a child, uh, a maverick?
Is it true that you won't be silenced if you listen to this kind of stuff?

"Alright, alright, I'll stop talking. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. The gate to Ah Ben is right down below, and it's always so dark here..."

Seeing Klein's embarrassment, the old man happily led Klein into the armory.

"I've heard about your story. We can go to the alchemy room to make the fortune teller's potion later... Well, we happen to have the fortune teller's materials... But I can't do that now. I have to take my turn at the armory for a while, otherwise my salary will be deducted."

"By the way, you can call me Old Neil, haha. As for the kid, you can just call him by his name. If that doesn't work, just call him Little Neil. It's easier to tell him apart that way. That's how everyone distinguishes him."

Klein nodded and, maintaining a humble attitude, inquired about some knowledge that Pettigrew had not mentioned or explained in depth.

After a while, Old Neil took a sip of the black tea on the table and concluded:
"So, the Acting Method must adhere to the principle of 'you are only acting'. Once a Beyonder becomes deeply immersed in acting, the residual mental influence of the potion will lead to uncontrollable personality alteration..."

Old Neil was an expert in mysticism with considerable experience and knowledge. Klein listened intently. Many of the things he said were things he had never heard before, or things he had heard but had not fully understood.

"These are all taught at Khoy University... Let me think. Oh, by the way, there are two spots available for Night Watchmen in Tingen this year. They can be provided to Beyonders who need to study at Khoy University. You can ask Dunn later. He knows the specific procedures. If you are interested, you can give it a try... Don't worry about the expenses. The church will reimburse you."

From Old Neil, Klein also learned about another well-known institution in Tingen City, Hoy University.

To be honest, Klein hadn't initially thought there was something wrong with Tingen City's other famous institution until Old Neil mentioned it.

"There are two universities in Tingen: Tingen University and Hoy University. The former is for ordinary people from all over the world to come to Tingen and have the opportunity to learn about mystical knowledge. The latter is for those who are already Beyonders... the Church, or those wild Beyonders who do not belong to the Church."

Therefore, most of the students at Tingen University are around 20 years old, while many of the students at Khoy University are in their 30s and 40s.

Thinking of the many people who were active in major newspapers with introductions like "Graduates of Hoy University in Tingen City," Klein suddenly understood.

Old Neil nodded. "That's about it."

"Okay, it's almost time." He dusted off his clothes and said to Klein, "Roshan should be here soon. The civilian staff all need to take turns on duty at the armory... That kid is very energetic. My old bones can hardly handle it..."

Klein stood up and opened the door of the armory first.

"Let's go."

Old Neil smiled at Klein, who had his back to him, his eyes filled with laughter.

His pain, solemnity, desire, sadness, and various complex emotions all condensed into anticipation when Klein turned his back to him, and were concealed under those slightly cloudy dark red eyes.

Klein turned around and saw Old Neil slowly stand up. He lowered his head, seemingly tidying up something on the table, and then stood by the door, waiting. "It's not a good thing to have too much inspiration."

Old Neil muttered to himself, and Klein didn't hear what the old man said clearly.

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Rosanne was a cheerful girl. She greeted Old Neil enthusiastically, then looked at Klein excitedly, "Are you Mr. Klein Moretti?"

"Yes."

Klein smiled in response, and Roxanne asked again, "I heard you'll be joining us? Great! That means we'll have more civilian staff, Old Neil! Can we adjust the number of night shifts for each person? Ah, if that's the case..."

"Little Roxanne, you may be disappointed." Old Neil still had a smile on his face.

"Mr. Klein Moretti is going to become an Extraordinary."

Luo Shan: “Huh?”

Seeing the girl's expression of "the sky has fallen", Old Neil smiled and took Klein into a room not far from the armory. There was also a room with "Alchemy Room" written on the door in Loen language.

There were long tables here, with test tubes, droppers, balances, and beakers on them. It looked exactly like the chemistry lab Klein had seen in his previous life.

In addition to these, there are iron pots, wooden spoons, crystal balls and many other strange things soaked in liquid, which create a sense of mystery out of thin air.

The white tiled floor, the white-painted walls, and the mineral lamps that burned continuously, providing warmth and light, made Klein feel a little dazed, as if he had returned to his original world.

There was a suitcase in the alchemy room. Old Neil went forward, opened the suitcase, and took out several items.

"Sequence potions are very simple to prepare, at least for those below Sequence 5."

"Making a potion generally doesn't require any special methods, extra rituals, or spiritual involvement. Simply add the ingredients in the correct order according to the recipe, stir, and wait for the spiritually rich ingredients to blend with the main ingredient, which possesses extraordinary power, to achieve a balance."

"Well, but it's said that there are many ways. Starting from Sequence 6, even with perfect performance, there's a high chance of losing control just by taking potions. Ah, we'll discuss this later. Sequence 9 won't have too many problems."

As Old Neil spoke, he took out items from the suitcase one by one.

The small brown bottle contained the juice of nightshade that had been made into essential oil, the glass jar contained golden mint leaves, the opaque bottle contained the juice of hemlock that could make a person stiff and die with just a few drops, and the dark iron-black powdered dragon's blood was the last auxiliary ingredient in the fortune teller's potion.

These were relatively common things that Klein encountered occasionally.

"These are the auxiliary materials for the fortune-teller's potion. Ah, we also need pure water..."

After placing the auxiliary materials in the distillation flask in order and diluting them with pure water, Old Neil continued to take things out of the suitcase.

"This is the main ingredient of the fortune-teller's potion, 10 ml of Lava octopus blood.

"This octopus belongs to an extraordinary species and has obvious mutations..."

Old Neil poured the test tube marked with strange patterns into the distillation flask where the mixture appeared. Blood as blue as the sky dripped into the distillation flask and came into contact with the previous liquid. Suddenly, a gurgling sound was heard from inside, like clear water being poured into an oil pan.

As a result, the surrounding light took on a pale blue hue. A strange, inexplicable feeling made Klein's heart beat like a drum.

But in an instant, this feeling came to an abrupt end.

"The last one, star crystal, 50 grams."

Old Neil's voice rang in Klein's ears, bringing him back to his senses. He looked back at the long table.

As Old Neil put the last batch of auxiliary materials into the distillation flask, illusory mist instantly emerged, making the alchemy room hazy.

"Alright, your 'Fortune Teller' potion."

Klein looked at the prepared potion in front of him, which was dark blue and looked extremely viscous, and swallowed.

To be honest, this color is a little bit, well, scary.

But Klein still mustered up his courage and drank the "Fortune Teller" potion.

"That's right, that's what young people should do, be brave..."

In Klein's ears, Old Neil's voice suddenly became blurred.

It was a strange feeling.

It seemed as if he had formed a subtle connection with a certain world. He could see strange, hazy blocks of color, wisps of thin gray-white mist, countless invisible creatures, and a bright light above his head...

His mind continued to stretch and expand, the potion transformed his body, and his essence was changing.

At this moment, Klein heard a voice.

It seemed to be a roaring, low, hoarse, crazy, suffocating, and terrifying sound.

That was the voice of countless people, male or female, old or young—

"Honakis, Fregola..."

"Honakis, Fregola..."

"Honakis, Fragra—"

With a buzzing sound, Klein felt a sharp pain in his head, but he regained his composure in an instant, as if everything he heard was just an illusion.

"How is it? Did you hear anything you shouldn't have heard? Did you see anything you shouldn't have seen?"

Klein looked at Old Neil. He was in a trance for a moment, as if he saw some illusory, transparent black lines extending from the other person and floating into the distance.

He also saw that above Old Neil's head, there was an illusory, indifferent, invisible eye without eyelashes, staring at him without blinking.

But the illusory black line and invisible eye seen in this trance disappeared the next moment.

Klein was once again in a trance for a moment. At this moment, the only sound remaining in his ears was the roar and shout of "Honakis, Fragra" that he had just heard.

-

In the distant main peak of the Honachis Mountains, a young man with dark eyes and tufts of thick black hair on his dark cheeks was holding a pen and slowly drawing a tick on a notebook placed on a stone seat.

Today's check-in task is completed.

In the huge palace, countless secret dolls hanging in the air kept shaking, and they all uttered the terrifying muttering of "Honachis, Fragra".

(End of this chapter)