Caesar consulted the Nighthawks' records and found some notes supposedly left behind by Emperor Roselle.
They were stored in a box, and upon opening it, Caesar was astonished to see—Chinese characters.
Looking at these familiar yet out-of-place characters, he was utterly amazed.
Emperor Roselle. He really was a senior Transmigrator, and he even came from the same civilization as him.
Although he had already guessed this possibility, when Caesar truly discovered the fact, his feelings at that moment were simply indescribable.
No wonder no one could understand it; it was from another world entirely!
But if that was the case, what hidden things would Roselle record in a script only he knew?
Caesar reached into the box and took out three manuscripts. The characters on them were enlarged, and the strokes were somewhat peculiar, clearly copied by later generations who didn't understand Chinese characters.
He read on with a nostalgic feeling.
"18th November. Truly a fascinating matter. A blue-sky experimentation and a chance mistake made me discover the pathetic fellow lost and trapped in the deep darkness amid the storms. He can only approach the reality of this world on the day of the full moon every month; yet, he is unable to transmit his cries. He is lucky to have met me, the protagonist of this era.
"1184, 1st January. At the grand New Year Gala, Lady Florena was truly splendid."
"2nd January. My diplomats are all idiots!"
"3rd January. I made a hasty choice back then. In hindsight, I should have chosen the Apprentice, the Seer, or the Marauder. Unfortunately, there is no way of redoing it."
"23rd September. I have lost communications with the ship seeking the Forsaken Land of the Gods. I should consider inventing wireless telegraphs. I hope it would not be affected by the storm."
The information in the three manuscripts was not continuous, seeming to be Roselle's diary entries from different periods of his life.
Aside from some court secrets and national politics, Caesar unexpectedly yet not surprisingly discovered that Roselle himself seemed to be a high-Sequence Beyonder.
He even had the ability to contact mysterious figures who didn't exist in the real world and search for unknown regions called the "Forsaken Land of the Gods."
But what excited Caesar the most was this passage in the diary—
"4th January. Why are my children so stupid? I've repeated myself so many times. Do not be fooled by those charlatans! The key thing about potions is not about grasping them, but digesting them! It's nothing about tapping powers, but acting! And the name of a potion is not solely symbolic at its core, but a concrete imagery, and the 'key' to digestion!"
Digestion?
Potions need to be digested?
And the key to digestion is the name of the potion?
Digest, use the name of the potion to digest!
Thoughts surged, exploding in his mind like thunder.
Caesar was very excited, his hands holding the diary trembling.
Roselle was clearly a high-Sequence powerhouse. What he wrote in a script only he could understand had a very low probability of being malicious deception—which meant that this method had a very high chance of being real and would be extremely useful for his Beyonder path!
But just then, his smile suddenly froze, as if he remembered something.
That's not right, I can't advance to Sequence 8!
He remembered what Dunn had warned him: a Secrets Suppliant must never seek advancement, otherwise, it would be seeking death.
In that case, even if the method provided in Roselle's diary was real, he couldn't use it to rapidly improve and become a high-level powerhouse.
Caesar gradually calmed down. He sat back in his chair and put the diary back in the box.
Looking at the bright side, he could at least use this method to "digest" the potion, reduce its influence in his body, and avoid losing control.
Thinking of this, his heart felt somewhat more balanced.
However, how should he digest it?
The potion's name is the core symbol, specific imagery, and key.
The name "Secrets Suppliant," literally, means someone who prays to hidden existences, who supplicates.
So, if I just do things that align with this name, I can digest the potion?
Caesar lowered his head in thought. It seemed he had indeed done similar things.
He had prayed to the True Creator twice: once to deal with the mad Hanass , and once to save Old Neil.
So, after those two prayers, did the potion's influence decrease?
Hiss, it seems it really did.
When he first consumed the potion, his mind was very unstable, and he would see strange things in the corners.
But after those two prayers, his spirituality became more and more stable. Besides that, studying rituals and practicing hermes script also seemed to provide some digestion.
Caesar's expression was a little strange.
What kind of dark humor is this!
To reduce the True Creator's influence, he needs to digest the potion—but the key to digesting the potion is to pray to the True Creator?
The logic has formed a closed loop!
Wait, the potion's name refers to hidden existences, not specifically the True Creator.
So, if he prays to other hidden existences, could it have a digestive effect?
It seems worth a try.
Caesar let out a long sigh and closed the box.
Roselle's diaries seem to be scattered everywhere. If he gets the chance in the future, he can look for them, as they are genuinely useful.
He suppressed the myriad thoughts churning in his mind and tried to continue self-studying mysticism, but he couldn't calm down.
He simply put everything aside and closed his eyes to rest until Leonard, who was relieving him, came down. Only then did he open his eyes.
"So leisurely? Didn't the Captain want you to self-study mysticism?"
He asked with a slightly frivolous smile.
"I'm tired from studying."
Caesar was very tired at the moment and didn't really want to talk to him.
"Is that so."
Leonard smiled, his dark green eyes fixed on him. Just as he was about to walk out of the armory, he suddenly spoke, "Hey, Caesar, I always feel you have a unique temperament."
"Really? I haven't noticed. What kind of temperament?"
"The temperament of a story's protagonist. You see, you not only miraculously survived at the hands of cultists, but you even became a Beyonder, joined us, and displayed your abilities—"
Caesar didn't want to listen to his rambling and turned to look at him.
"What exactly do you want to say?"
"I just have one question."
Leonard smiled, with an obscure meaning in his eyes, "Why is the Aurora Order so fixated on you? And why did Sirius, who was guarding you, suddenly go mad? You seem to have some peculiar secret about you, don't you?"
Caesar silently scrutinized him for a few moments, then said:
"I don't know. I was a madman back then. How would a madman understand those things?"
Leonard's smile froze.
Madman. Madman.
Caesar left this sentence and said no more, heading out into the hall. Facing the sunlight outside, he suddenly thought of Klein, the "Seer" who had just left.
He had gone to the divination club to divine for people, which was an action consistent with his potion's name. Could it be that he also knew the key to digesting potions?
Connecting this with Leonard, who had just probed him, and Old Neil, who prayed to an evil god, as well as himself, a Secrets Suppliant watched by the True Creator, this Nighthawks team was truly spectacular.