A brave man may not live, but he cannot die

Chapter 102 Personal Principles

Chapter 102 Personal Principles
Quinn weighed the snakeskin bag filled with gold pounds in his hand.

The thief's intuition told him that there were only about 240 coins inside.

"The number is wrong."

Borna looked at Quinn helplessly. He had absolutely no intention of delivering the goods.

"You wrote me two, so I certainly don't have money for three. I'll send someone to get them. Wait about half an hour."

Gold pounds were relatively easy to find in Eastville, but in Westville, where slums abounded, twenty gold pounds could only be obtained at a business establishment controlled by the Golden Wind.

"I'm in a hurry."

Quinn and Xia Dai'er agreed to meet at ten o'clock, and before that he had to rush back to Eastwell and change his clothes.

".Then I'll give it to you tomorrow?"

Borna said without any temper, "According to the rules of the underworld, I'll give you three-tenths of a day's interest. Okay?"

Quinn shook his head. "No, go get your two men together."

He's going to date a little girl later and he's going to have to spend money.

Although he'd received his salary from the academy, a fortnight's salary of 21 gold pounds, it still wasn't enough. He planned to pay off his gold pounds debt to the Clock Tower Bank, and also give Aqua a gold pound kickback—Aqua had bought the potion ingredients with the academy's money, and he was going broke.

"Collect?" Borna was almost laughing out of anger. "We in the mafia keep accounts for our spending. Which bad guy would carry cash when he goes out?"

Quinn was too lazy to talk nonsense. If you don't have money, you should look for your own reasons. Has your salary increased? Are you working hard?
He threw the purse back and turned to leave.

"Eh eh eh——"

Borna called him his living dad. It was the first time he had met such a fool in all his years in the underworld. There was really not a single normal person among the arcane masters.

He took off his watch and said with some distress:

"A mechanical watch made in the East in 1300, with a compass function, a new calfskin strap, and a platinum dial. A gambler named Ron bet twenty-five gold pounds on this watch, but later ran out of money to redeem it. It could be sold anywhere for thirty gold pounds—"

"Twenty."

Borna suppressed his anger and handed the watch and purse to Quinn.

Quinn opened the cloth bag and took out an iron box containing two star flowers wrapped in wet towels.

After leaving the fine gray soil, the blue light of the flowers no longer seemed so dazzling, and it seemed that they would not survive for much longer.

"It's only valid for about seven hours. After that, survival can't be guaranteed. Also, you should know—" Quinn warned, "Ordinary people will have problems if they're exposed to blue light for more than five minutes. Be careful and don't get me into trouble."

Borna frowned.

"Seven hours? You threw away the glass jar containing the soil? It can be stored in the glass jar for at least a week—"

Quinn looked up, meeting his eyes.

"Could it be that the Star Flowers you received earlier all had glass jars?"

"."

Borna shrugged and made no reply.

He met Quinn's gaze calmly. "Friend, we will protect the privacy of everyone who transacts with Golden Wind, including you."

Quinn didn't ask any more questions.

"Do you still want it?"

"Seven hours. That's a bit rushed."

Borna reached out to take the iron box containing the Star Flower, but felt a resistance - Quinn did not let go.

".Um?"

After being provoked again and again, the gangster's patience has almost reached its limit.

"A matter of personal principle." Quinn looked at the flowers in the box, the light seemed to penetrate his iris and into his soul.

"Do you know how addictive Star Flower is?"

Borna was stunned for a moment, then said nonchalantly, "As an arcanist, don't you understand that these strange materials have some side effects?"

"I know." Quinn asked bluntly, "So what are you going to do with this thing, drugs?"

".poison?"

Borna didn't quite understand the word.

"Like the painkillers they give you in the hospital—"

Quinn said casually, "It's the hottest commodity on the black market, selling for three silver coins a piece."

"I see. You're overthinking it, my friend."

Borna laughed out loud. "Two flowers cost two hundred and sixty pounds. How many do you think you can make? And who can afford it?"

"I don't care who these flowers kill. But if they're drugs—" Quinn lowered his eyes and shook his head slowly: "Then I won't sell them. No matter the price, I won't negotiate."

"Relax, my friend, I'm just making medicine." Borna smiled generously: "How can a life-saving medicine sold to rich people kill people?"

Quinn loosened his grip, letting him pull the box away. "That's better."

The feeling of the thief's potion digesting came from his soul.

The moment the transaction is completed, a "theft" is also completed.

A sense of certainty flashed through Quinn's mind. Doing what a thief should do was indeed a way to integrate extraordinary characteristics.

Do the factors of "stealing", "profit", "risk" etc. have to be met?
He felt his slightly increased strength and the extraordinary characteristics of the thief that had not yet been fully absorbed in his soul. The progress of this fusion was far less than when he stole Pepe's suitcase, but it was still a lot.

Quinn wondered to himself, could it be that the value of the stolen items would also affect the progress of fusion?
In any case, at the current rate, if he trades 2 to 3 more Star Flowers, or trades six at a time, he will be able to completely digest the Thief Potion.

Borna held out his hand. "Mr. Quinn, we'll have a next time if we're happy to work together, right?"

This time, Quinn didn't put on airs and shook his calloused hand.

"Bring enough money next time."

"Haha—of course."

The friendly atmosphere between the two was as if the dispute had never happened.

"By the way," Quinn said, "I'm looking for something and I need your help."

"Oh? What? Arcane artifacts? Monster materials? Or forbidden spells?"

Borna quickly seized the opportunity to improve his relationship with Quinn:
"Although we're not as powerful as the Academy, as long as it's available on the Eswell black market, we at Golden Wind can get it—"

"I need a journal."

".journal?"

"It is said that twenty years ago, the diary of the Third Hero leaked from Philippi and was eventually sold to Ashwell."

Quinn paused, then smiled and said, "I'm very interested in this diary. I don't necessarily want to buy it, I just want to read it. Can you help me find a buyer for this diary?"

at the same time.

In the Dema Tavern, the deception of a certain bad old man came to a temporary end.

"You know the capabilities of the academy. I guarantee that Heaven's Gate will never escape from Eswell—"

Pepe sniffed, eyes red as he asked, "Really?"

"Hey, if you don't trust me, can you trust the academy?"

The boss said while chewing his sandwich, "Your damn Uncle Potter is a shady guy. He's been spying on everyone in Eswell all day long. With such a large magic circle here, if Heaven's Gate dares to tamper with history on a large scale, they will be caught in an instant -"

"That broken pen must still be in Ashwell. Your most urgent task is to wait for the academy to find it—for example, Mr. Jacob from the other day. I've already asked him to find it. It's an easy task for him to find it!"

Old Mrs. Selvi glared at her son.

"Don't swear in front of Pepe!"

"Oh sorry sorry"

Pepe was so happy that he almost cried.

"Really?! Can we really get the Gate of Heaven back?"

"It's covered."

The boss said it with 100% or even 90% certainty.

"Anyway, just brush your teeth, wash your face, and eat breakfast. Don't panic. Just wait at home and everything will be fine."

Pepe finally regained some of his former spirit. "Yeah! Thank you, Uncle Selvi! I'll go down and get you some wine!"

After saying that, he went downstairs excitedly.

"Oh, what a good child," the boss said to the mother with some emotion, "Why can't she be my daughter?"

"You can have one."