Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 127 Borrowing the Kitchen Again
(Another single day update. I was so tired from doing so many questions today. There are more than 1600 questions, and I only finished less than half of them in the whole afternoon. I really can't stand it anymore. I will try my best to improve my time management skills tomorrow.)
"Oh, that's how it is."

Philip nodded, not taking it too seriously, and just waved his hand, "I'm going to the Brave Bar later, so I don't need to eat dinner. You can keep it for yourself."

Ever since he was promoted to "Werewolf", his desire for food has been greatly reduced. Unless he is injured in fierce battles and does not use his regeneration ability to consume energy, a luxurious meal a day can basically meet his body's needs.

After Philip finished speaking, he went downstairs, pushed the door open and walked out of the gate. He took a deep breath, reviewed the manners of the young ladies he had seen before in his mind, and then walked out of the house.

However, just as he walked out of the door, he subconsciously slapped his forehead and returned to the house. His eyes moved around and stopped at the black cat lying quietly on the back of the sofa, wagging its tail.

"Almost forgot about you."

At night, in the alley behind the Brave Bar.

Philip put on an iron mask and a hooded robe, and his left hand held a black cat. As time went on, the place where the two touched became warm, and even the cold night had little effect on it.

He gently patted Xiaobai's body with his right hand to calm the little guy who kept moving his limbs to change his movements. Then he knocked on the door rhythmically using the content provided in yesterday's newspaper.

Two or three seconds later, the door opened.

Seeing Philip wearing a hooded robe, the waiter's expression did not change. He just silently took the robe that was returned to him and watched him walk to the living room.

The candlelight flickered gently. In the dim room, many members had already arrived at the scene. Philip found a corner and sat down to observe for a few seconds before he finally spotted the pharmacist.

To be precise, it was that fat face that was discovered.

Feeling a little relieved, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. He chose a comfortable position and leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for the last bit of time before the party started.

After an unknown amount of time, the old voice of the Eye of Wisdom slowly rang out: "It's time, let's get started. There's no need to wait for those who are late."

"Have the friends who need the blood of the sheep-horn snakehead fish arrived?"

“I brought the eyes of adult Manhal fish.”

As soon as the "Eye of Wisdom" finished speaking, two voices sounded one after another. Philip responded immediately and bought both sets of materials for a total of 400 pounds.

In this case, I have to squeeze a little more out of my living budget and collect 320 pounds to give to Mr. "The Hanged Man", and there will be no money left to use. Philip pinched his chin and accepted this reality helplessly.

The potion formula is not easy to sell, and his existing extraordinary items and weapons are temporarily irreplaceable. As for risking his life to accept commissions, he does not have the channels or enough time and energy.

After Philip put away the two main documents, he leaned back against the wall, quietly waiting for the party to proceed, watching one deal after another being completed or aborted, without any intention of getting involved.

After nearly ten transactions, Philip finally waited for the old man "Eye of Wisdom" to announce the end of time. Then he stood there silently, waiting for the members to leave one by one from the five exits.

After the last outsider had completely left and only himself, Eye of Wisdom, and Philip were left on the field, the pharmacist clapped his hands and said with some excitement:

"I've been promoted to 'Beast Tamer' and have completely adapted to my abilities. I can now decide on a time and place." He couldn't wait to complete the request. Otherwise, every time he thought of his identity as a "Beast Tamer", his thoughts would wander, and he would think of the agreements he had not fulfilled. This feeling of being in debt always made him uncomfortable.

Philip was silent for several seconds. During this time, his left hand, hidden under his black robe, gently stroked the black cat's head. After stroking the cat all over its body, he continued:

"If it's convenient. Now."

"What?" the pharmacist asked in surprise.

Philip did not answer him directly. Instead, he turned to look at the Eye of Wisdom, leaned forward slightly, and said sincerely, "Old sir, may I borrow your kitchen? I need to mix a potion. I have brought the test tubes and droppers."

"Oh, borrow the kitchen."

Eyes of Wisdom's tone held a hint of surprise and amusement. "You know, I've been hosting Beyonder gatherings until now, and I've never heard the same request. Only two people have asked to go to the bathroom."

When Philip thought the other party would politely refuse, the old man in front of him continued:
"Well, it's not an unreasonable request, and you've already prepared for it. As long as it doesn't harm me, I'm usually happy to see those who are well prepared achieve their goals."

"Thank you very much." Philip curled his lips when he heard the words, stood up and bowed slightly, expressing his sincere thanks.

Then he looked at the pharmacist, his meaning was self-evident.

The pharmacist's movements seemed a little slow, but after a moment's hesitation, he spread his hands and smiled, "Oh, alright. I'd be happy to get it done right here too. It'll only take about ten or twenty minutes."

A clean and tidy house.

Under the light of the gas lamp, countless bubbles emerged from the liquid in the iron pot, adding an indescribable sense of peace to the already quiet atmosphere in the night.

Philip finally breathed a sigh of relief after watching the liquid settle into a thick white color. He poured it into the cup that was already placed next to him, and moved away the cat's head that was almost sticking its head into the cup. Then he picked up the quilt, held the black cat in his arms, and returned to the living room.

"Oh, faster than I thought."

The pharmacist, who had already experienced the wait, seemed to have accepted something and became less anxious. After taking the "audience" potion, he asked Philip, "Do you want to wait here, or go out and wait?"

If I was completely confident in you, I wouldn't have asked for the Eyes of Wisdom. The old man avoided Philip and shook his head, directly rejecting the other party, "No, I'll just watch here."

Belland's Meowth Cult plan must be implemented no matter what, but it is inevitable that he cannot get around the "beast tamer" hurdle. He has already set all the safe requirements he can think of under the "notarization" of the "Eye of Wisdom".

For example, you cannot tamper with the process, you cannot disclose relevant information to anyone, etc.

The formula plus the extraordinary materials, even if the cost of auxiliary materials is deducted, I have spent 550 pounds. I hope that Xiaobai, the "audience" cat, can earn it back by then. It should not be too difficult. Admisol will queue up first. While Philip was thinking in his heart, his eyes with spiritual vision stayed on the pharmacist and Xiaobai in front of him, without a moment's negligence.

Until the potion is completely taken successfully.

(End of this chapter)