In Audrey's mind, there had always been a latent perception: Seven-colored Lizard Dragon = pituitary gland of the Seven-colored Lizard Dragon = an extraordinary material the size of a palm, with a soft surface that had hills and valleys, constantly changing colors.
So what did this behemoth, three meters long and nearly knee-high, have to do with that?
For a moment, she was stunned. When she heard
"This is exactly the animal specimen I need."
"Yes... it's just a bit bigger than I imagined. Just a little."
"Take your servants and move it to the storeroom. I'll study it when I have free time."
"Yes, Miss!" The butler immediately directed the male servants, who had been sneaking glances at their mistress, to get to work.
Audrey looked around, said no more, and led Susie into the study in the manor's main house. She excused herself by saying she needed to concentrate on writing a letter to her brother, leaving all her maids outside.
"Once I dissect it, I'll have two pituitary glands of the Seven-colored Lizard Dragon... One I'll use to exchange for the spinal fluid of a Forsmann rabbit, which will be just enough to brew a potion of 'Reader'..." Audrey gradually shook off her initial shock and confusion and began to think about how to help Susie advance.
At that moment, a serious problem occurred to her.
She didn't know whether Susie had fully digested the potion!
If she hadn't fully digested it, taking the "Reader" potion could easily lead to loss of control... She was not human, she couldn't tough it out, wait, the first time she did tough it out! And her intelligence now was not inferior to that of a child around ten years old. She, she was already learning Loen words. She said she wanted to read newspapers and magazines, to read books... Audrey was silent for a few seconds. She glanced at the big golden dog sitting beside her, looking confused:
"Susie, have you fully digested the potion?"
"Digested?" Susie repeated the question with perfect pronunciation, puzzled.
Audrey had already told her that what she had taken before was a potion, and she had cautioned her not to tell anyone, including not to bark, meow, etc., implying animals with a certain level of intelligence.
Audrey nodded slowly and heavily:
"It's a very strange and unique feeling. It seems like something illusory inside you breaks and merges with your spirit. You faintly see illusory stars one after another, and you yourself belong to one of them. These stars attract each other, as if they want to merge into one."
Susie listened quietly, then answered briskly:
"Then I must have already fully digested it. I had a similar feeling."
"Huh? Susie has fully digested the 'Spectator' potion? But, but no one taught her the acting method! At most, I occasionally hinted that she should observe more and keep a calm mind..." Audrey asked in surprise:
"When did you digest it?"
"Last month, or the month before that, or even earlier..." Susie tried to recall, but when she saw her owner's expression growing stranger, she wagged her tail and added timidly, "I don't remember clearly... I'm just a dog. I don't deliberately remember these things. Woof."
"Just a dog... But you're only a little slower than me in digesting the potion... In the future, when I communicate with other Beyonders, should I say that I'm slightly better than a dog at digesting potions? Bah, Audrey, what are you thinking!" Audrey maintained an elegant smile and offered a polite compliment:
"Very good. I mean, you did very well in digesting the potion."
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After returning from Repard, Klein leisurely took a nap.
But not long after, he was awakened by the overlapping and irritating sound of prayers.
"Male? Mr. 'The Hanged Man', or little 'The Sun'? Has the main ingredient for my potion finally come?" Klein listened carefully for a few seconds, quickly forgot his anger at being disturbed, got out of bed, and took four steps in reverse to enter the gray fog.
He saw the crimson star symbolizing "The Hanged Man" contracting and expanding, so he reached out his hand, extending his spirituality, and touched it.
After the customary invocation of The Fool's honorific name, "The Hanged Man" prayed:
"...I have already collected the spinal fluid of the Evil Pattern Black Panther and the marrow crystal of the Elf Spring. Please allow me to hold a sacrifice ceremony and transfer them to Mr. 'The World'."
"Progress is fast... 'The Hanged Man' said there would be a pirate gathering soon; it seems it's not soon, but right now... He always speaks evasively and never says the whole truth..." Klein nodded almost imperceptibly:
"You may."
After a simple sacrifice ceremony, Alger suppressed his impulse and did not ask Mr. "The Fool" whether the astrolabe beside "Star Admiral"
Meanwhile, Klein had already put him out of his mind and was admiring the two extraordinary materials laid out on the bronze long table.
The spinal fluid of the Evil Pattern Black Panther was a seemingly transparent liquid, but upon closer inspection, its clarity was stratified. The lower down, the more transparent it was, section by section, perfectly divided, satisfying the desires of any perfectionist.
The marrow crystal of the Elf Spring was like a faded egg, its shell appearing very thin, likely to shatter at a touch, even without shaking you could hear the swishing of water inside.
"I should be able to get about three hundred pounds in cash and a clue to the formula from the pharmacist... My 'Magician' potion only lacks the true root and juice of the Mist Tree Man. I wonder when little 'The Sun' will complete his task..." Klein thought expectantly.
As for the other auxiliary materials, he had long since bought them from various shops. For example, the water-shaped gemstone needed to be purchased from a jewelry store and ground into powder by oneself; one weighing 5 grams cost about two and a half pounds.
"Sun" Derrick did not make Klein wait long. On Wednesday evening, he prayed quietly, telling Mr. "The Fool" that he had prepared the true root and juice of the Mist Tree Man and asked him to transfer them to "The World".