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A night breeze gently brushed past Chris's temples, bringing a touch of coolness.

He looked at the young female stall owner who had extended an invitation to him, frowned slightly, and was about to refuse when she smiled first.

"Hehe, just kidding."

Chris looked at the other person with some confusion, only to see the other person bend down slightly and pull out a thin booklet from the bottom of a stack of books.

She handed the booklet to Chris and said softly, "The astrology you wanted, 15 silver crowns."

"No bargaining," the young stall owner emphasized again.

Chris shifted his gaze from the other person to the astrology booklet, took it, and simply flipped through three pages.

Like the previous book that recorded occult rituals, this book on astrology also provides detailed explanations for almost every occult term that appears.

The other party's asking price was the same as the previous stall.

But this astrology book is clearly more cost-effective, and Chris is somewhat tempted.

He came to this gathering to sell that handbag, to earn some extra money, and to save more for his medical treatment.

But now he knows that his condition is not a simple physical illness.

Therefore, spending this money on the occult would be a more sensible decision for Chris.

After a brief moment of thought, Chris put the astrology book back on the stall.

He didn't have much money. Including the 8.5 silver crowns he earned from selling bags, he had less than 16 silver crowns left.

This is most of the cash Chris currently possesses.

There are also 5 silver crowns in the account at Im Bank. A minimum of 5 silver crowns must be kept there, otherwise the account will be closed after one month.

Without a bank account, he won't be able to make his mortgage payments on time, and the house will likely be seized and auctioned off.

Today is February 9.

Chris works for Louis's Leather Company, which pays salaries every two weeks at 5.5 silver crowns each time, which translates to a monthly salary of approximately 12.5 silver crowns.

There are still 5 days until his next payday.

If he spends 15 silver crowns to buy this astrology book, he will feel extremely insecure for the next few days due to severe cash flow problems.

Therefore, Chris did not immediately buy the astrology book that was clearly more cost-effective from the other party.

"Let me take another look."

After leaving those words, Chris turned and left, then went to other stalls to see if there were any cheaper astrology services.

The young stall owner, with a light blue beauty mark on his face, calmly watched Chris leave without trying to stop him.

She picked up the astrology book that Chris had put back on the stall and began to flip through it quickly, not stopping until she reached the tenth page.

Her gaze fell on the image of a key on the page, and she murmured in a voice only she could hear, "Is the price still going to be high?"

……

A short while later, Chris walked briskly out of the alley.

He was also holding a book with a black cover in his hand.

It was from that young female stall owner that I bought the astrology book.

Chris wandered around the gathering a few more times and did find a few astrology books priced at 10 silver crowns, but the quality was similar to the first book vendor he encountered, with no explanations of the various terms.

Without accompanying general knowledge books, it's difficult to understand.

Chris eventually returned to the young female stall owner and, after some haggling, bought it for 12.5 silver crowns.

Chris had thought that when he got back, he could find some time each day to slowly copy a book and then sell it at the next gathering.

This will also restore some health.

Anyway, there's no such thing as copyright protection for these banned books.

At this gathering, he saw many books about astrology and various occult subjects.

Although he could only read the first two or three pages of each book, Chris noticed that the contents of the earlier pages of similar books were all pretty much the same.

He estimated that these books all came from the same "original edition".

Everyone is selling their own handwritten copies.

Thinking about it that way, Chris no longer felt that the price was too expensive.

He never intended to make money this way, after all, he clearly saw how fierce the competition was in selling books on occultism.

He even managed to haggle down the price of the high-quality books held by the young female stall owner.

Chris couldn't guarantee that the books he copied would have the same level of writing and drawing skills as the other person.

His idea was to recoup some of the cost of buying the books, however small.

Just as Chris was about to turn the last corner and leave the alley where the gathering was taking place, a clear voice suddenly called out to him.

"Fellow believer Chris, please wait a moment."

Upon hearing this, Chris's gaze sharpened and his brows furrowed slightly.

The voice sounded strangely familiar to him, and considering the way the other person addressed him, Chris didn't need to turn around; he knew from the voice alone that the person who had called him was Logan, the butler of Obsidian Tongue.

Why would the other party appear here at this time?

Coincidence? Or was he deliberately waiting for him here?

Chris felt a little uneasy.

He estimated that even though he had used the power of the key to dispel the influence the other party had exerted on him, the other party had still noticed something unusual.

However, he didn't believe Logan would be able to discover the key's existence.

At most, the other party would think that he possessed some kind of mystical technique that could counteract the other party's abilities.

Chris slowly turned around, and Logan was already standing in front of him, less than a meter away.

Logan spoke first with a smile:

"Fellow believer Chris, I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

As he spoke, Logan took a small square box out of his pocket and handed it to Chris.

Seeing Logan's cryptic actions, Chris remained expressionless, calmly smiling as he looked at the other man, somewhat surprised, and asked, "What does Butler Logan mean by this?"

Logan didn't explain anything, but instead opened the square box in his hand, revealing an irregular black crystal the size of a fingernail.

Amidst the black crystal, there were also a few tiny golden specks of light.

Seeing this, Chris's gaze also fell on the black crystal.

"This is?"

Although he knew it was very likely an obsidian, he still asked Logan.

"This is a fragment of the Holy Body," Logan explained. "A fragment of the Holy Body is not the same as ordinary obsidian."

"Since Brother Chris has completed his spiritual awakening, he is naturally qualified to join the Church of Obsidian Tongue," Logan continued.

"So, even after listening to sermons and donating money, I'm not considered a member of the Obsidian Tongue Church yet?" Chris asked.

"That evangelistic meeting was merely a recruitment drive; those people were just followers of the church, not true members," Logan explained with a smile. "Does that mean all believers in the Four Holy Spirits are members of the official Holy Spirit Church?"