Part 2 The Faceless Man Chapter 222 – Aggregation Effect

　　Eight o’clock in the evening, Harvest Church.

　　Kline, back in his normal attire, looked around the room silently, pressing down on the edge of his hat, before stepping into the narthex and walking towards Emlyn White in front of the three rows of candles on his right.

　　At the vampire’s feet lay a black suitcase, the surface of which appeared to be covered with a “spiritual wall”.

　　Sensing Sherlock Moriarty’s entrance, Emlyn was at first pleased, then wary.

　　He stooped down to hold the suitcase and took a few steps backward, closer to Father Utravski, who was concentrating on his prayers.

　　This is afraid that I will forcefully rob the extraordinary material ah …… Klein stopped three meters away and said with a smile:

　　”Let me first verify if it’s those two materials I need.”

　　Emlyn White reached up and combed her hair, lifted the leather case to her chest, and undid the concealed clasp with a snap.

　　”The Wall of Spirituality shattered and passed through the prayer hall as a light breeze.

　　Klein, who had already opened his psychic vision, immediately saw a burst of strange and brilliant light, which was the spiritual luster of many extraordinary characteristics.

　　Inside the suitcase were two small boxes, one made of white pewter with many patterns, ancient and heavy, while the other was purely a cardboard box.

　　Holding the black leather case in one hand, Emlyn opened the silvery-white but slightly dull pewter box, and the items inside resembled pecans stripped of their shells, yellowish-brown in color, with cerebral grain-like bumps and depressions.

　　As the candlelight flickered, it changed shape, sometimes gray and wrinkled, sometimes dark brown and smooth, and sometimes a mixture of the two colors, outlining a “face” without features.

　　As soon as he saw it, Klein felt a slight disturbance in the power of the potion, which had been thoroughly digested and integrated into himself, like a magnet encountering an opposite pole.

　　He controlled his body with his “Joker” ability and suppressed this feeling of mutual attraction, but in his heart, he already knew that it was the real Thousand Faces Hunter’s mutated pituitary gland in the brain.

　　It seems that Rossel’s speculation in his diary is indeed possible, the same pathway of the high sequence of items will intermittently and unconsciously attract the middle and low sequence of extraordinary people to its vicinity, and have a tendency to converge with each other …… Although the Thousand Faces of the hunter’s brain mutant pituitary gland is still very far away from the high sequence of items, and will not have that kind of wonderful attraction, but Enriched with enough extraordinary properties of its own, and with the fact that I had also digested the Sequence 7 magic potion, the two were in close enough proximity to each other to show similar signs ……

　　I hadn’t noticed it before, either because the corresponding extraordinary materials were of low grade, or because my own strength was poor and the sequence wasn’t enough …… By the way, every time I finished digesting the magic potion, an illusory starry sky seemed to appear around me, with many, many radiances in it, which were tugging at each other in an attempt to get closer… …This may be a picture of the law of “aggregation” of extraordinary properties within the same pathway, and the greater the “mass”, the stronger the gravitational pull… ……

　　So, would the extraordinary properties of similar paths conform to this law?

　　Klein, with an unchanged expression, recalled the entry in Russell’s journal, and combined it with his own experience of digesting the potion three times, and roughly confirmed the existence of a certain law.

　　Emlyn White glanced at him warily and quickly closed the tin box, turning to uncover the cardboard box next to it.

　　The interior of the carton was padded with dense cotton, and in the center lay a glass vial capable of holding 200 milliliters of liquid, half empty and the rest of it dripping with a viscous aqueous fluid capable of modifying its own color in response to changes in light.

　　”Any more questions?” Emlyn closed the carton.

　　”I’ll double-check.” Klein pulled out a gold coin and let it spin and jump between his fingers as if it had a life of its own.

　　Clang!

　　The gold coin bounced up and down again, spreading out in Klein’s palm.

　　This time, the portrait faced upwards in affirmation.

　　Klein nodded gently and pulled out wad after wad of bills from within different pockets of his clothing, in ten pound denominations, five pounders, and one pounders.

　　”£1450.” Klein stacked those cash high and placed them on a nearby table and chair.

　　”Take a couple, no, five steps back!” Emlyn shouted cautiously.

　　Klein smiled, raised his hands, and took five steps backward.

　　Emlyn carefully leaned over and checked the pile of cash for white paper.

　　Making a slight count, he threw the suitcase in his hand at the object of the transaction.

　　Startled, Klein caught the suitcase with quick hands and precise judgment.

　　He was afraid that the glass vial would break and allow the blood of the thousand-faced hunter to seep out.

　　And Emlyn White took this opportunity to gather up the bills and retreat quickly to Father Utravski’s side.

　　He then breathed a sigh of relief and carefully checked the amount and authenticity.

　　Seeing this scene, Klein couldn’t help but recall the image from earlier, and was suddenly a little ashamed:

　　He and Emlyn had made the good Church of Mother Earth Goddess look like an arms or drug deal scene ……

　　Confirming the condition of the two materials, Klein snapped his fingers, letting the tinder he had purposely set aPart 1n his coat pocket ignite and letting the steeply rising crimson flames wrap themselves around him.

　　By the time the flames returned, he had already disappeared.

　　–Because of his frequent meetings with Emlyn White at the Harvest Church, he didn’t mind nowadays being known by Father Utrafsky as the same Extraordinary who had helped the other remove the Dark Personality, and even felt that it would climb the friendship ladder a bit.

　　Emlyn, who was counting the bills, looked up and froze for two seconds at the sight.

　　He mumbled his mouth and whispered to himself:

　　”My suitcase ……

　　”My tin box ……”

　　……

　　On the street, illuminated by the glow of gas street lamps, a horse-drawn carriage crunched through layers of puddles toward the fringes of Queens.

　　Forsyth had already told his friend Hugh Dilcha that he had a teacher and had taken a fresh dose of the Apprentice’s potion.

　　After confirming that she showed no signs of losing control, Hugh glanced out the window at the gas streetlights, which were considerably taller than himself, and wondered:

　　”I’ve always wondered why it was kept in the form of a material and not a magic potion. Your teacher could have completely pre-mixed the magic potion and brought it here, without having to get busy on site.”

　　Voorhees smiled lightly:

　　”I asked him for advice on this, and he said that there are two main reasons, one is that different extraordinary materials also have different uses, and there is no way to use them flexibly anymore when they are blended into magic potions, and the second is that extraordinary properties can be preserved all the way through when they are cured, but not when they are turned into magic potions unless there is a special isolation technique.”

　　”Why?” Hugh asked in surprise, “It’s not like this is a normal potion or extraordinary weapon, the spirituality will constantly flow and decay.”

　　Voorhees was in no mood to laugh, but had to keep his smile:

　　”It’s not a matter of losing characteristics, but once extraordinary materials become magic potions, not only humans can absorb them, other living beings and even inanimate materials can also, it will just be relatively much slower, for example, I use a glass bottle to store magic potions, it seems to be no problem, but maybe after a few days, that glass bottle will be able to completely ‘drink the magic potion ‘, turning it into a special magical item, and maybe even opening up a certain amount of wisdom as a result, but of course, my teacher told me that this situation has a lot of side effects, and is shaped like the legacy of an out-of-control person.

　　”The seven churches and certain hidden forces have mastered special isolation techniques, but it’s quite troublesome, and won’t be used on low to medium sequence magical potions.”

　　”It’s truly magical!” Hugh exclaimed heartily.

　　She glanced outside again and lowered her voice:

　　”It’s almost time to arrive.”

　　She and Voorhees had come to attend the gathering of extraordinary people called by Mr. A.

　　Folth laughed heartily:

　　”Hopefully with a spirit-eater’s stomach pouch.”

　　Her teacher, Dorian Gray, had taught her how to play before he left, and had given her a copy of the Master Juggler’s potion recipe, telling her to try to find the extraordinary ingredients on her own, and if she didn’t have them by the time she finished digesting the Apprentice’s potion, to write to him for help.

　　This left Voorhees in a state of confusion:

　　”What exactly was the purpose of spending a large sum of money on the ‘Master Juggler’s’ formula and playing method before?”

　　”By far the most useful and irreplaceable thing that the Tarot Club has done for me is the dos and don’ts taught by Mr. ‘The Inverted Man’ and Ms. ‘Justice,’ and the ‘Fools Mr. ‘Fool’ interfered with the divination, otherwise I would have been found out by my teacher long ago and couldn’t become his student ……”

　　”Ai, consider it a price to pay for the full moon curse being canceled out ……”

　　While his thoughts were turning, Voorhees suddenly caught sight of the house where Mr. A had been conducting his party that had visibly collapsed, and there were even scorch marks in many places.

　　There had been a fierce battle here …… Who was dealing with Mr. A? The official organization? Forsyth instantly made hints to Hugh and ordered up the coachman outside:

　　”Not here, two streets further ahead.”

　　……

　　”Aurora Council Stronghold Discovered, Terrorist Organization Suffers Crushing Blow

　　The next morning, Klein had just opened the newspaper when he saw the news.

　　”May Mr. A die in this siege.” He solemnly drew a Crimson Moon on his chest.

　　He had already thrown the Thousand Faces Hunter brain mutation pituitary and blood he had gotten from last night’s deal on top of the gray mist, making sure not to lose them.

　　Even if I die, they won t be lost …… Klein very assuredly forked a slice of bacon to chew.

　　After that transaction last night, his cash had dropped back below £1,000, leaving him with just £735, which was all he could afford to buy the hair of a deep-sea naga, unable to afford to juggle the properties of the human-skinned Phantom any longer.

　　With neither better clues nor money, Klein rested at home for the entire morning, waiting for lunch before dressing up and heading out, heading straight for the Birkeland Bridge area.

　　He had previously agreed with Carlson of “Mechanical Heart” that if he had any information, he would go to the “Lucky Bar” near the West Byron Dockyard to look for the other party, and if the information was particularly important and the other party was not present, then he would go directly to the Lever Church, and anyway, Sherlock Moriarty was not a member of a secretive organization, and did not need to be a member of a secretive organization, and did not need to be a member of a secretive organization. In any case, Sherlock Moriarty was not a member of any secret organization and did not need to be discreet.

　　There were not many customers in the “Lucky Bar” in the afternoon, and Klein saw Carlson sitting in the corner of the bar drinking alone.

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

　　”A lot of people in the East End are spreading the Original Creator faith.”

　　Carlson sipped his pure malt brew and replied noncommittally:

　　”I know.”

　　Sure enough …… Klein made a cryptic remark and turned to laugh:

　　”I have a clue about the tombs of the Quaternary nobles.”

　　”Huh?”

　　Carlson paused the movement of his wine glass, looked sideways at Klein in dismay, and subconsciously pushed his thick glasses.

　　However, he realized that Detective Sherlock Moriarty was not describing the follow-up, and instead looked toward the bartender several paces away and smiled languidly:

　　”A Southwell ale.”