Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 121 Materials Purchase
Time passed minute by minute, and finally, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" looked at the wall clock and said in a gloomy voice: "Time is up, let's get started."

Upon hearing this, someone immediately lowered their voice and said:
"Is the person who wanted to buy Emperor Roselle's notes last time here? I brought three pages this time."

Philip's heart moved when he heard this, "How much?"

After several previous failures, he had originally thought that a gathering of extraordinary people of this level could no longer obtain the Russell Diary, or that these members did not have sufficient ability and channels to collect it cost-effectively.

Now it seems that it is probably just a simple efficiency issue, or the other party may have been lucky and got it by chance, but no matter what, he will not miss it.

Hmm. Mr. Fool probably knows my identity as a time traveler. It would be dangerous to try to deceive him with the same mistakes. But after all, there are so many Russell diaries, spread all over the world. It's reasonable that I can't find any useful ones, right?
While thinking this, Philip accepted the other party's offer of 20 pounds.

After obtaining the diary, the pharmacist's familiar voice rang out from the corner: "I need the medullary crystals of the Elf Spring. Is there anyone willing to sell it?"

You've clearly recognized me, and you haven't even looked away yet. Philip sighed inwardly, feeling a little helpless. He looked at the other person and said, "I've already got it. 320 pounds, and the conditions we agreed on."

"Oh, great!"

The pharmacist's voice was filled with joy. His fat face matched the smile, making it even more contagious. "It's been two years. I haven't heard such good news in a long time. If you're not lying to me."

With the waiter's help, the pharmacist and Philip completed the transaction. At the same time, their gazes, cast from their shadowed faces, met in mid-air, each condensing a message in their minds:
Don’t leave after this is over.

Afterwards, every gathering was attended without exception. The lady with the "craftsman" behind her always attended, with the two boxes at her feet unchanged, and spoke as usual:

"I have two extraordinary weapons here."

Extraordinary weapons?

Faced with this item that could effectively enhance combat power and, in most cases, had no side effects, Klein's heart subconsciously skipped a second. But when he thought of his embarrassingly empty wallet, he could only tell himself not to let his heart flutter.

Fortunately, this isn't necessary for me. The "Flame Gloves" Philip provided are definitely far superior to these extraordinary weapons, which only cost a few hundred pounds. Klein remained silent, allowing the two unfamiliar voices to speak and purchase the two weapons.

After the transaction was completed, he thought for a moment before speaking, "I'm selling the potion formula for the Sequence 9 'Singer' and Sequence 8 'Prayer of Light' of the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun."

"The former is 220 pounds, the latter is 450 pounds."

Klein wasn't sure whether Philip had sold the two potion formulas at this gathering, but regardless, he had to at least try. It was better than being a "spectator" or "mind reader" and attracting the attention of the Psychological Alchemist, or being a "diviner" and exposing his own characteristics and cultivating competitors.

These all come with risks.

Wait, if I sell the formula for Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 on the "Fortune Teller" path, that should attract the attention of the Secret Order, right? They'll probably think I'm Sequence 7 at best, and it'll be hard to guess anything higher, and I can take advantage of that opportunity to make a move.
Klein looked around, hoping someone would ask for a purchase, while making a decision in his mind.

After I finish digesting the "Joker" potion, I will start planning in this regard. Well, I have to make sure Philip cooperates with me and he will be responsible for the bottom line. Don't think about it before that. Even if I sell "audience" and "mind reader", I can't sell the potion formula of my own channel.

The party continued as normal, with the sale and purchase of various materials, the issuance and acceptance of commissions, and Philip, after a brief hesitation, spoke:

"I need a pair of eyes from an adult manhal fish, and 40 or 50 milliliters of blood from a snakehead fish."

The main ingredient of the "audience" potion?

Philip was mixing potions for others, and that guy was trying to attract the audience? Klein muttered to himself in surprise. Unlike the pharmacist's repeated requests, if not many people at this gathering of Beyonders had the Sequence 9 potion's main ingredient, and if not many people could produce it, then there was no point in holding the gathering.

A man and a woman in the room said successively that they had the materials, but they would need to produce them at the next gathering. Philip was no longer so anxious to pursue the intelligence network, so he agreed easily.

It's just the right time to slow down and allow the little one to grow a little bit, thus avoiding possible accidents.

Time began to pass slowly and silently, but unstoppably, and finally stopped when the old man "Eye of Wisdom" announced the end of the party.

He arranged for Klein to leave last. When Klein returned along the same route, he keenly noticed that Philip, another person, and the Eye of Wisdom were still in the living room, with no intention of leaving.

Is there a py transaction?

Klein raised his eyebrows slightly with emotion, but he didn't dare to show any unusual movements. He took off his hooded robe and handed it to the waiter. Then he walked out of the house, walked around a few times, and took a rented carriage back home.

And in the living room.

"Okay, let's set a time and place!"

The pharmacist was in a good mood, and with only three people around, he didn't hold back at all. "I can even try to advance tonight when I get home. The remaining time is enough for me to test my abilities."

"I'm not ready now. I will contact you when the time comes. At least it will be after the next party." Philip said with some amusement as he looked at the other person hugging the box preciously.

"Contact me?" The pharmacist's tone was a little strange, but he still took the initiative to give an address, and then added: "When the time comes, just send the letter to me directly. It's best to schedule it for the day after the day you send it. This way, I can be sure to receive it and arrive in time."

Philip originally wanted to say that he could use a messenger, but when the words came to his lips, he decided to be on the safe side and expose as little as possible. He nodded and said, "Okay."

After finishing his conversation with the pharmacist, Philip left the house without lingering. After realizing that there were no other risks around, he also looked for a rented carriage on the roadside.

The coachman, who had been planning to take a short rest, immediately perked up, took the money, and drove the carriage back to No. 17, Brown Street.

Push the door and enter.

"Meow~"

A soft cat meow sounded from beside my feet.

Philip looked at the black cat at his feet and was suddenly glad that the gas lamp was on, otherwise he would have easily bumped into it.

After picking up the little guy, Philip looked at the blue eyes staring at him blankly, curled up the corners of his mouth, tapped its nose with his fingers, and began to tease it.

Klein, who was reading a newspaper on the sofa, suddenly blinked when he saw this. The daze in his eyes flashed away, and a strange guess came to his mind.

Damn it, it won’t happen.

(End of this chapter)