Lu Ze consulted the Nighthawks' records and found some notes supposedly left behind by Emperor Rosell.
They were stored in a box, and upon opening it, Lu Ze was astonished to see—Chinese characters.
Looking at these familiar yet out-of-place characters, he was utterly amazed.
Emperor Rosell. He really was a senior Transmigrator, and he even came from the same civilization as him.
Although he had already guessed this possibility, when Lu Ze 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 Rosell record in a script only he knew?
Lu Ze 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.
"November 18th, what a miraculous thing. A whimsical experiment and an accidental mistake led me to discover a poor fellow trapped in a storm, lost in the depths of Darkness. He could only barely approach the real world during each full moon, yet he still couldn't convey his cries. He is lucky; he met me, the protagonist of this era."
"January 1st, 1184, a grand New Year's Eve party. Madame Flornal was truly a stunner."
"January 3rd, the choice back then was too hasty. Now it seems that whether it's 'Apprentice,' 'Seer,' or 'Marauder,' they are all better. Unfortunately, there's no going back."
"September 23rd, I lost contact with the ships searching for the Forsaken Land of the Gods. I should consider inventing wireless telegraphy; hopefully, it won't be affected by storms."
The information in the three manuscripts was not continuous, seeming to be Rosell's diary entries from different periods of his life.
Aside from some court secrets and national politics, Lu Ze unexpectedly yet not surprisingly discovered that Rosell 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 Lu Ze the most was this passage in the diary—
"January 4th, why are my children so stupid? I've said it a million times, don't be fooled by those charlatans. No, perhaps those charlatans themselves were fooled. The key to the potion is not mastery, it's digestion! Not excavation, it's acting! And the name of the potion is not just a core symbol, but also a specific imagery, and even 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.
Lu Ze was very excited, his hands holding the diary trembling.
Rosell 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 Supplicant must never seek advancement, otherwise, it would be seeking death.
In that case, even if the method provided in Rosell's diary was real, he couldn't use it to rapidly improve and become a high-level powerhouse.
Lu Ze 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 Supplicant," 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?
Lu Ze 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 Haynes, 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.
Lu Ze'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.
Lu Ze let out a long sigh and closed the box.
Rosell'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."
Lu Ze 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, Lu Ze, 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—"
Lu Ze 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 Siris, who was guarding you, suddenly go mad? You seem to have some peculiar secret about you, don't you?"
Lu Ze 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.
Lu Ze 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 Supplicant watched by the True Creator, this Nighthawks team was truly spectacular.
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