abnormal mutation

Chapter 25 The Ambition to Get Rich Quick

After Jonathan swore a solemn oath, his emotions were noticeably more stable. Sarian, supporting his father, lowered his head, looking somewhat dejected.

The atmosphere in the room was somewhat somber, and no one spoke for a long time.

“Mr. Jonathan, the medal is with the Enforcement Agency. It cannot be disposed of arbitrarily before this matter is clarified. Please leave. If necessary, the Enforcement Agency will pay you a visit.” Hughes said this nonsense with a straight face.

"it is good."

Jonathan stared at the scar on Roland's face for a few seconds, then took out a small parchment from his inner pocket, pulled out five 10-dollar bills, and gently placed them on the table beside him, weighing them down with an empty cup.

“You… eat something good.” He put on his hat, his voice a little hoarse. “If you have any trouble, come find me at 763 Freesia Street, Grantham.”

Before Roland could respond, he hurried outside, and soon the sounds of the coachman's shouts and the reindeer bells could be heard outside the door.

"Are you considering things, or do you really want to accept it?" Hughes suddenly broke the silence.

Roland didn't answer. He held the five banknotes in his hand and examined them carefully one by one: "The 10-yuan banknote just feels different, and the color is nice too."

"Changed your personality?" Hughes exclaimed in surprise. "Is this still the Roland I know? Where has your pride gone?"

"What is that? Can it be eaten?" Roland carefully put the banknotes into his wallet, and then stuffed the wallet into an inner pocket.

If Jonathan is innocent, he has plenty of opportunities to repay him. If Jonathan is putting on an act, then he might as well take it.

"It seems this incident has had a significant impact on you." Hughes paused for a moment before drawing this conclusion, his tone tinged with a hint of regret.

Who do you think is the mastermind behind this?

“A polar bear!” Hughes said with certainty.

"Hmm?" Roland raised an eyebrow. "Do you have any evidence?"

"Do you think I'm blind? That hunting knife on your waist isn't your average piece; it's handmade. Its previous owner was Ugly Bear, one of Polar Bear's most trusted henchmen. Ugly Bear doesn't show his face often, but some people still know him..."

"So what are you planning to do?" Roland unfastened his hunting knife and gestured, "Can you catch someone with this?"

“Your behavior tells me you already knew.” Hughes rolled his eyes at him. “A knife proves nothing. There’s a lot of evidence against White Bear, but none of it is fatal. He has military connections, so the chief can’t touch him.”

"Sigh, after all this talk, it's all just your own deductions and ideas. It can't be put in the case file, and there's no consensus within the law enforcement agency, so it's completely useless. Besides you, who knows how many other people in your organization have taken his bribes?" Roland shook his head and sighed.

“No, you’re wrong.” Hughes stood up, put on his hat, and looked serious. “I’ve also taken his dirty money.”

Roland was speechless.

"Let's go, or we'll miss breakfast at the office." Hughes waved his hand and turned to leave with a flourish.

Roland watched him leave without saying anything more. Knowing Hughes as he did, he knew he would continue investigating, but wouldn't act recklessly; he was shrewd.

He closed the door and walked to the orphanage empty-handed. The original owner had never done this before, but there's a first time for everything. It wasn't that he lacked compassion; he felt the orphanage didn't really need his money. Grandma Mia's connections and influence were astonishing.

The sales home was quiet, as if forgotten by the world. Grandpa Hoff wasn't there; he'd taken the clothes to the old tailor. Most of the children were gone too; it was Monday, and they were going to community school.

He dismissed the children who wanted to play with him and hurried upstairs. The door was ajar, and Grandma Mia sat at her desk by the window, writing and drawing, sunlight streaming in, her head full of golden hair.

"Grandma Mia." Roland knocked lightly on the door. "Come in quickly, Roland." Grandma Mia put down her pen, called Roland in, and looked him over carefully.

"It's Yulia's cooking; the changes are amazing!" Grandma Mia said with a puzzled expression.

“She used a potion called Moonshine Spider Silk Frost,” Roland said truthfully.

"Oh?" Grandma Mia raised an eyebrow, her face full of surprise. "The miser has finally plucked his feathers! That's really something."

"She...is usually very stingy?" Roland was very curious. The rose cross decoration was very elaborate and not at all plain.

Grandma Mia shook her head and said, "She's very generous with herself, but unwilling to donate money. Getting her to spend any money would take a lot of persuasion. She doesn't approve of my work; ultimately, it's a difference in values... Never mind, let's not talk about it. Did she give you any trouble?"

“Uh…no.” Roland hesitated for a moment, then decided not to complain.

"That's good. She's an extraordinary individual on the path of pharmacist, dealing with medicinal herbs every day. She's a bit eccentric, but she's a very good person."

“Hmm,” Roland felt that Grandma Mia didn’t know her niece very well, so he decided to end the conversation. “Grandma Mia, I want to learn more about extraordinary knowledge.”

“No.” Grandma Mia refused without even thinking. “Some common sense may not have serious consequences, but extraordinary knowledge is different. Books that record extraordinary knowledge are extremely dangerous.”

Roland sighed dejectedly. Even if he revealed his Twin Wolf mercenary beasts, it would probably be difficult to persuade Grandma Mia.

"Grandma Mia, I only have one question. You said that spirituality can be used as an extraordinary material, so what is its form of existence, and how should I preserve it if I encounter it?" He decided to settle for second best and first solve the core problem of the Chosen One Guidance Technique.

"You've seen it?" Grandma Mia asked in return.

"I've seen them. Tiny, luminous crystals. They're very beautiful, filled with countless iridescent colors. They're weightless, and if you grab them, they'll keep scattering." Roland said, half-jokingly.

Grandma Mia was a little confused: "From your description, it should be a spiritual glow, but such a thing cannot be generated in nature. Even in the spirit world, it requires an extremely special environment."

It is typically crafted by extraordinary individuals through pathways such as alchemy, and is a form of hard currency in the mystical realm.

"How much is that glimmer of spiritual light worth?" Roland asked, his eyes wide, feigning greed.

“It’s lucky if you run into it once, it’s impossible for it to happen a second time.” Grandma Mia scolded mercilessly, but seeing Roland’s expression, she couldn’t help but tell him, “It’s usually between 30 and 60 German dollars, depending on the purity and supply and demand.”

Roland's excitement was palpable; this time it wasn't an act, he genuinely felt like he had struck it rich overnight.

Assuming the chessboard generates three spiritual glimmers a day, he can earn at least 90 De Yuan a day, which would amount to more than 40,000 a year, allowing him to skip the middle class and enter the ranks of the wealthy.

"Grandma Mia, does this stuff have purity?" He felt that anything from the chessboard must be of high quality, and its purity shouldn't be low.

"What do you think is the relationship between spirituality and extraordinary qualities? The essence of the extraordinary is extraordinary characteristics. After spirituality is stripped of its extraordinary characteristics, only spiritual energy remains. Theoretically, spiritual energy does not exist. The faint light of spirituality must contain extraordinary characteristics. The less it contains, the purer it is, and the higher its value."

Different extraordinary traits inevitably conflict, therefore an extraordinary path, once chosen, cannot be changed. The core of a potion lies in the extraordinary trait of that path; when identical extraordinary traits converge to a degree sufficient to explicitly express extraordinary qualities, they are called extraordinary traits…”

Roland was taken aback: "So, the spirituality you mentioned earlier includes extraordinary qualities?"

“Of course, they are all one within the body of an extraordinary being, interdependent and inseparable,” Grandma Mia explained.

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