The stone pillars of the ancient and majestic palace supported the high dome.
Klein sat at the end of the long bronze table, holding a translucent brown bottle. He checked it over and over again, but he didn't sense any danger from it.
Let's begin… He conjured a pen and paper and wrote the divination statement: "Its origin."
Putting the fountain pen away and bracing himself for a blow, Klein glanced at the paper and the Biological Poison Bottle, leaned back in his chair, and entered Cogitation while reciting the statement.
Soon, he entered a hazy gray dream world and saw a dark but spacious room.
There were king cobras, black widows, and other strange plants and animals in the room. It was a messy and harrowing scene.
A middle-aged man in a white coat was standing in front of a long table in the middle of the room. He threw the snake gall and spider venom into the huge black pot that hung from the ceiling.
