Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 111: The Marrow Crystal of the Elf Spring

(I'm going to update alone today, taking a break. I'm a bit tired. This won't happen again during summer vacation. By then, I'll only need two days off in two months.)
"Oh, its name is Xiaobai." Philip followed Klein's gaze and explained calmly. Then, as if he had thought of something, he pinched his chin and said, "Come to think of it, I still need your help."

Help, what help?

As long as you don't lend me back the 50 pounds I just borrowed, we can discuss everything. Klein first took two sips of the water he had just poured, then looked at Philip quietly, waiting for his next words.

"Besides your own 'Diviner', do you have any other Sequence Nine potion recipes? I'd like to exchange them with you. Um, it depends on whether you prefer 'Warrior' or 'Singer'. After all, I'm afraid you won't need the recipe for 'Prisoner'."

Although Philip didn't have high expectations, he still asked because he always felt that "praiser" and pets didn't go well together. If conditions permitted, "audience" was actually a very good choice.

I'm not messing with the Holy Flame Meow Meow Cult. Just reaching Sequence Nine is enough. I need to take care of the rest of my financial resources and energy. In this case, a "spectator" with a less noticeable presence is the most suitable. Uh, maybe an "assassin" would be fine too. Philip thought this in his heart while waiting for Klein's answer.

Why was Philip asking about other Sequence 9 potion formulas? Was he planning on turning others into Beyonders? Klein's hand, holding the water glass, hovered in mid-air, his movements hesitant.
"Besides the sequence itself, do you need an 'audience'?"

“Where did you get it?” Philip was stunned as he had never expected to get the best answer.

"Tingen City."

Klein said this as a matter of course, then quickly added with a smile, "Daster Guderian, a doctor at Greenhull Asylum in Tingen City, is my spy for the Psychological Alchemist Society. Well, only the captain knows about this because I asked him for permission."

No wonder.

Philip nodded. "Do you want to exchange, or do you want to sell this formula to me directly?"

"Well, 150 pounds, if you're not short of money right now." Klein smiled calmly. "What I need most right now isn't a formula. After all, I can't sell it until I can get in touch with a Beyonder gathering."

"Don't worry about that."

As Philip spoke, he took out his wallet from his pocket, took out ten bills and handed them to the other party again, "I will buy the relevant materials later, I can take you there."

Even though he didn't say it explicitly, Philip knew very well that Mr. Wisdom's Eyes probably remembered all the people at the party well. He shouldn't reject the newcomers he brought with him after they attended the party many times.

As for Mr. A's party, forget it.

If it was just Philip, even if the shepherd holding the "party" wanted to kill him, he could still survive with his tough skin and various extraordinary items. But if he also dragged a "clown" into the process...
It's choking.

Klein nodded, "Okay."

Being in Backlund, an unfamiliar place, Philip was the person he trusted most, apart from Miss Justice, whom he couldn't meet offline, and Mr. Azik, whom he didn't dare to contact rashly due to Ince Zangwill's close watch.

Speaking of which, according to the usual rules, it should be these two days, Mr. A's party, I have to go to the address in the East District to see if I have received the invitation letter. I even forgot to go yesterday. Fortunately, the invitation will be sent out a day in advance.
As Philip's thoughts raced, he took Klein to the second floor. "There are three more bedrooms. You can pick one. I'll give you the key." The two of them didn't exchange any more pleasantries. As if it was natural, after deciding on the general matters, they went out and began to get busy. The former went to the newspaper to publish his own advertisement.

The latter is preparing to go to the East Side to confirm whether the party in Queens will be held today.

Because he had so much time, he came up with the idea of trying out a relatively rare form of transportation even in Backlund: the subway. This idea was first conceived 25 years ago.

Even though there was no solid evidence, Philip attributed the fact that the world had a subway before entering the electric age to the influence of the time traveler Russell.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for normal people to come up with relevant ideas, let alone design a prototype and get it accepted by the rich and powerful.

Because he was worried about leaving traces and being discovered later, Philip, who was in the appearance of Charlotte, did not choose to apply for an annual ticket. He just paid 6 pence and bought a first-class ticket.

The ticket seller was a young and beautiful brown-haired lady. She stamped the torn ticket and handed it to Philip, then immediately turned her attention to the person behind her.

Philip gently held the ticket in his palm, then walked onto the platform. Under the light of the gas lamps on both sides of the waiting area, he saw the black behemoth coming towards him.

Evening, Queens.

Inside an inconspicuous house.

Philip, wearing a black hooded robe, walked into the house. He looked around and found that everything was still the same as usual. There was no tense atmosphere. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly found a place near the blackboard to sit down.

His gaze, hidden by his hood, fell on the two blackboards and quickly searched through them, finally locking onto a familiar entry:

"Medullary crystal of the Elven Spring, 320 pounds."

Philip closed his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, expressed his gratitude to God for the good luck he had given him, and then wrote a note to buy the material and gave it to the waiter who came over.

Not long after, he was led to the study on the first floor. The seller in the study was dressed the same way, and they could not see each other's appearance.

The two parties completed the transaction in deliberately low voices. At this moment, after deducting daily expenses, the 5900 pounds that Philip had obtained from selling two properties in Backlund had been completely depleted, leaving only the last 50 pounds.

That's good, this way I won't have any thoughts about it. Philip shook his head in self-mockery, carefully put away the small box containing the "Medullary Crystal of the Elf Fountain", and then returned to the living room.

Perhaps it was the contrast caused by the ups and downs of money that made Philip feel a sense of crisis and ready to find a way to get money. But after much thought, there were still only two more realistic answers in his mind.

Potion recipe, "Ember" spell.

(End of this chapter)