A few seconds later, the mist dissipated, and Old Neil scooped out a viscous dark blue liquid from the large iron pot with a black wooden spoon. remaining.

The dark blue liquid was poured into an opaque cup. Old Neil pointed to it and said, "Alright, your 'Seer' potion."

Klein looked at the dark blue viscous liquid that was hard to tell whether it was a glass or a piece, and swallowed hard, "Just drink it like this?"

"Is there no need for additional preparations? Like rituals, spells, or prayers?"

Old Neil said with an "uh": "Ready? Yes, you have a glass of Intis' Almir wine first, then smoke a Dixie cigar, then hum a melodious melody and dance a brisk The court dance, you can also tap dance if you like, and finally play Gwent card..."

Seeing Klein's expression becoming more and more stunned, Old Neil smiled and gave a summary of the previous description: "If you feel nervous."

...You're quite humorous... The corners of Klein's mouth twitched twice as he resisted the urge to draw his gun.

He put the cane away, stretched out his right hand, and picked up the opaque cup as if holding a heavy object. The taste of the potion was clear and unreal.

"Young man, don't hesitate. The more you hesitate, the more nervous and fearful you will be, and the more it will affect your absorption later." Old Neil said casually with his back turned to Klein.

He didn't know when he walked to the sink next to him, turned on the faucet, and washed his hands with a splash.

Klein nodded silently, took a deep breath, just like pinching his nose to take medicine when he was a child, brought the opaque cup to his mouth, raised his head, and gulped down.

The cool and creamy feeling quickly filled his mouth, then slipped through the esophagus and into the stomach.

The viscous and dark blue liquid seemed to grow thin and long tentacles, and the coldness and stimulation instantly penetrated into every cell of Klein.

He twitched involuntarily, his eyes quickly became blurred, all the colors became more intense, the red was redder, the blue was bluer, and the black was blacker, the color blocks were rich and random, just like the oil paintings splashed by impressionist masters.

Klein has experienced such a scene before, and it was the scene when Daly the "psychic" asked.

At this moment, his vision is blurred, his thoughts are erratic but clear, like a shipwreck floating on the sea.

Gradually, he could see the surrounding scene clearly, all the colors clearly overlapped each other, and the gray and illusory mist permeated faintly.

Around him, there are things that are difficult to describe, even transparent to the point of non-existence. In the depths, there are bright and pure brilliance of different colors. These brilliance seem to have life, or contain endless knowledge.

This is a bit similar to what he saw in the "Transfer Ritual"... Klein instinctively looked down, and found that "self" was still standing there, his body twitching.

Suddenly, he had a clear understanding, his consciousness suddenly sank, and he became one with his body.

boom!

The fog dissipated quickly, the color blocks were normal at the same time, and the clear brilliance and non-existent objects disappeared in an instant.

The scene in the alchemy room returned to normal, but Klein felt that his head was swelling, and there was a tendency to be cracked. There were countless double images of everything he saw, and an ethereal whisper came from something in his ears: " Hornacis...Freguera...Honages...Freguera...Honages...Freguera..."

Klein's forehead was stabbed, and his heart was quickly filled with the urge to vent and destroy.

He frowned and shook his head continuously.

"Is your vision abnormal? And you heard voices you couldn't hear before?" Old Neil next to him asked with a smile.

"Yes, Mr. Neil, what should I do?" Klein held back his intense mania and asked.

Old Neil laughed and said, "This is because the power of the potion is overflowing, and you lack a way to control it. Well, do as I said, imagine an item in your mind, common, simple, easy .�

Klein stopped paying attention, and sketched his half-height black silk top hat in his mind, thinking about the feeling of rubbing it, and thinking about its specific shape.

"Put all your attention on it, keep repeating, keep sketching, doesn't it feel better?" Old Neil's voice penetrated, like a requiem song. JrNovels.com