Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 105 Seeking Relief
The party soon came to an end.

Under the arrangement of the old man "Eye of Wisdom", all members still left the venue, while Philip and the man who was suspected to be the "pharmacist" sat there at the same time, with no intention of leaving.

More than half an hour later, the candlelight flickered, the dim light failing to alleviate the loneliness in the living room. The pharmacist coughed dryly twice and asked impatiently, "What do you need to find the 'Beast Tamer' for?"

Faced with this problem, Philip did not hide anything, or rather, there was no room for lies, and there was no need to hide anything.

"I want to raise an extraordinary pet. It is said that only a 'tamer' can help a pet adapt to the power of the potion. I will pay for it."

"Sure enough!" The pharmacist exclaimed in surprise. "Besides this, I can't think of any other reasonable reason. Well, never mind. I'll give you this information for free. After I obtain the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring, I will be promoted to 'Beast Tamer'."

"Beast Tamer" is Sequence 8 of the "Pharmacist" pathway? This speculation flashed through Philip's mind, but quickly faded away. He pinched his chin and pondered for a long while before speaking.

"Okay, two pages of Russell's diary, plus your help. In return, I will only sell you the materials at cost price, without any markup."

"make a deal!"

The pharmacist clapped his hands, then smiled and said, "Actually, you can raise the price, and I'll accept it. After all, it's been two years since I chose to become a 'pharmacist', and I still haven't found all the main ingredients for the next series of potions."

There's absolutely no need to make such a small profit. If I really want to make money, I can get rid of you, pick up the Beyonder characteristics, and provide psychic services. Thinking of these dangerous thoughts, Philip curled his lips and shook his head slightly.

"Money isn't everything. If you only pursue it, it will be nothing in the end. Just treat it as making a friend with your 'pharmacist'."

"Well said!" The old man, the Eyes of Wisdom, who had been listening silently nearby, couldn't help but echo his words, "Money is just a tool. As Beyonders, we don't have to worry about our livelihoods, yet we often over-pursue money. This is putting the cart before the horse."

"Many people, including some members of the party, face huge profits and often choose to take risks. I'm not qualified to judge them, but the results show that there are very few people who hold such thoughts and are still alive today."

As he spoke, as if he had thought of something, the Eye of Wisdom's tone became a little serious: "Young man, you have to be careful. The person who just bid against you is code-named 'Hidden Wolf'. He has tried to rob members of the party before."

As long as it wasn't a sneak attack from a Sequence Six expert I didn't know anything about, I wasn't worried about dying there. Philip nodded slightly, then a thought struck him, and he suddenly asked, "So, he's not a good person. Um, can I rob him instead?"

The Eye of Wisdom was suddenly speechless.

After several seconds, he slowly said, "If that guy took the initiative to attack you, there's no problem with that, but I hope you can spare his life. If possible, don't attract the attention of the authorities. After all, wild Beyonders should stick together for warmth."

Yes, you are going to have a party after all.

Philip felt a little regretful, but he quickly composed himself. After all, if the other party came to rob him, it would mean that he would be able to get at least 950 pounds in cash very quickly, and maybe he could even squeeze out other benefits.

With the "notarization" ability of the old man with the Eye of Wisdom, he and the pharmacist reached the treaty they had just agreed to, and then left the living room and the house along the same route.

There were no accidents along the way.

It was a pity. Under the crimson moonlight, Philip opened the box and watched the liquid in the red heart slowly flow and shimmer. He couldn't help but frown. Black hair gradually grew on the back of the hand holding the heart.

What is this, exclusion?

Philip touched the back of his hand and sensed it with his spiritual sense, and found that this repulsion was two-way. Although it would not cause him to lose control and go crazy if he used it forcibly, it could not be said that there was no effect.

Tsk, that’s a bit troublesome.

at the same time.

In a cheap hotel in the East District.

Klein stood in a luxurious room that cost 12 pence, or 1 soli, to sleep in. He looked at the full-length mirror filled with cracks, put down his hat, and sighed without restraint.

He has no identification, and it is inconvenient for him to show up in public and attract attention. He cannot get most jobs, and now he is even running out of money to live on.

It's clear that not long ago, I still had a weekly salary of 10 pounds, and I even had quite a bit of pocket money. Klein stroked the Azik copper whistle in his pocket, then glanced at the half-burned white candle on the bedside table. The thought of seeking help from others once again took over.

If he didn't seek help from others, he could only go to the docks or the pubs in the East End to see if there was any way to become a bounty hunter, which was similar to a private detective, but it went against his original intention.

Moreover, in terms of public acceptance, bounty hunters who rely on various bounties as their main source of income are not even as good as private detectives who help people find cats and dogs. The former will not take on such small matters.

Never mind, there's nothing bad to say.

Klein turned his gaze to the half-burnt white candle, his eyes flickering under the candlelight.

If he couldn't even believe Philip, his friend who made a sincere promise at his grave, then there would probably be no one else he could trust in this extraordinary world.

Klein slowly stood up and took out the letter paper and pen he had prepared long ago from his clothes. He half-knelt on the ground, bent over the bedside table, and silently wrote in his familiar Chinese handwriting.

Mr. Azik's skeleton messenger was definitely not a weakling in the spirit world, so the possibility of losing the letter was very low, but he had to be on guard. With the original and copied versions of Emperor Roselle's diary spread all over the world paving the way, he felt more at ease using Chinese.

Even if someone intercepted the letter, they wouldn't be able to decipher the Chinese text. The worst-case scenario would be that someone could follow Philip's scent and track him down, but the possibility of that happening was even lower than winning the lottery on Earth. As Klein thought this, a chill subconsciously rose in his heart.

However, thinking that Mr. Azik would definitely not let Ince Zangwill go, and that the latter would definitely be distracted by this, he quickly relaxed and recited in ancient Hermetic language:
"I, in my own name, call upon:

"A spirit born from the underworld, an illusory creature symbolizing death, and a messenger unique to Bell Siles!"

(End of this chapter)