I can copy tags infinitely.

The carriage stopped not far from Petticoat Lane, and Li En, Estelle, and Professor Osborne got out and walked in.

The entire Petticoat Lane was very noisy and packed with people.

The area is filled with gas pipelines, some of which are rusted and some are even leaking gas. If anyone dares to light a fire nearby, it could cause a major disaster.

But the people here don't care about these things; everyone is busy making a living.

There are many stalls in the streets and alleys, most of which are made by pushing wooden handcarts or simply placing a few wooden boxes on the spot and starting to sell the contents. Basically, there are no fixed shops.

The sounds of bargaining filled the air. A woman dressed in coarse linen picked up an old garment and bargained with the immigrant vendor, with whom she couldn't speak the language, for a long time before finally buying a new garment at a relatively cheap price.

"Stay close, observe more and ask fewer questions, and don't create trouble for yourself."

Professor Osborne's admonition came from the front. With his innate superhuman strength, Li En naturally felt confident and nodded casually.

Just then, a slightly cool and soft touch came from his palm. Li En looked down and saw that Estelle had grabbed his hand and timidly shrank to his side.

"It's alright," Li En reassured her, "The professor and I are here."

Estelle responded softly.

With his eyes closed and open, Li En activated his investigator's vision and began searching among the mobile vendors in the surrounding area.

Even in this chaotic secondhand market, spiritual light still permeates the surrounding streets and alleys.

They drifted aimlessly, seemingly searching for something that could attract them.

Professor Osborne stopped in front of a vendor, stared at a parchment in his wooden box, and asked curiously, "How much is this?"

The vendor gave a cold smile and simply held up a number.

"Ninepenny?"

The vendor shook his head.

"Nine shillings?"

The vendors still shook their heads.

Professor Osborne's face turned ashen. He dared to sell him a tattered piece of parchment for nine pounds? Was he kidding?!

"What do you know?" the merchant said coldly. "This is a rare item from across the ocean. I've heard that if you write a person's name on parchment, that person will die within a week. Selling it to you for nine pounds is a bargain!"

There are such amazing things?

Li En leaned closer and glanced at the parchment from his investigator's perspective.

It has absolutely no spirituality, and is far inferior to the monkey paw Professor Osborn gave him, and the crystal skull he saw on the windowsill today.

"Rubbish."

Li En only made a casual comment.

The vendor spat, "You ignorant fool!"

Professor Osborne agreed with Li En's opinion and continued walking deeper into the alley.

The investigator's vision was indeed very useful; Li En only needed to glance at it to determine whether something was related to the occult.

He can even judge how important an object is by the concentration of spiritual energy it possesses.

This helped Li En filter out quite a few occult items.

Soon, among the shops, he spotted a very interesting item.

It was a handcart, and on the cart's frame was a silver candlestick, which looked very exquisite, standing like a trident, and could light three candles at the same time.

More importantly, this silver candlestick is imbued with a great deal of spiritual energy; it could even be said to be the object with the most spiritual energy in the entire alley, clearly indicating that it is something extraordinary.

Unfortunately, the owner of the shopping cart didn't seem to be here. Li En looked left and right but couldn't find the owner anywhere.

"Is anyone home?"

Only after this question was asked did a response come from the crowd.

"Yes, yes, sir."

From a pile of newspapers and cardboard by the wall, a disheveled middle-aged man got up. In this kind of weather, it was impossible to keep warm with newspapers and cardboard, but for the people at the bottom of society, it was a last resort.

The middle-aged man, rubbing his hands and his face flushed, approached Li En and asked, "Sir, what would you like to buy? I have everything here. As long as you're willing to spend the money, you can buy anything."

Before Li En could even raise his hand to point to the silver candlestick in front of him, he suddenly noticed that three lines of quite distinct characters were also floating above the middle-aged man's head.

[Name: Webber Walden]

[Copyable label: Wanted criminal]

[Effect: Increases average movement speed by 100%, amplified to 150% when being chased]

Lee En: "?"

You can find these tags on the roadside?

Moreover, this tag has an additional effect compared to the previous tags, which requires specific conditions to be triggered.

This was the first time Lee Eun had encountered such a label.

"Sir?" Weber waved to Li En. "Are you alright?"

Coming to her senses, Lee Eun smiled and replied, "It's nothing," while immediately starting to copy the other person's labels.

[Copying has begun]

[Remaining Time: 00:59:59]

Please maintain a close and stable distance from your target.

This time it only took an hour to copy, and Lee Eun breathed a sigh of relief.

He can't stay here for too long.

"I was initially very interested in your products, but now I'm even more interested in you," Li En said to Weber. "How about we talk?"

Upon hearing that Li En only wanted to chat and not buy anything, Weber immediately lost interest. "Never mind then. If you want to buy something, I might be able to chat with you for a while. I also need to make a living."

Upon hearing this, Li En pointed to the candlestick on the shelf and asked, "How much does this candlestick cost?"

Weber glanced up at the candlestick, then casually waved his hand. "I'll give you a discount; I'll sell it to you for 5 shillings."

5 shillings...

Li En patted his pocket. He had just taken 5 shillings from home today. This guy kept saying he just happened to be stepping on this line. He was really cunning.

Estelle patted her pocket and lowered her voice to say to Li En, "I... I have two pence here, do you need it?"

"No need." Li En didn't need Estelle's help; he just needed to keep his distance from Webber and copy the label.

First, they arrived at a street-side cart in the alley. Li En asked the vendor, "Sir, how much is a roasted potato here?"

The shopkeeper looked Li En up and down. "One penny. If you want butter or pickled onions, you'll need to add half a penny."

"Okay, give me one, a big one." Just as Li En was about to take out some change from his pocket, he suddenly noticed that Estelle next to him seemed to be swallowing.

The aroma of roasted potatoes was indeed quite tempting, but it wasn't very appealing to Li En, who had already eaten a full breakfast. However, it was a completely different story for Estelle.

Seemingly noticing her lapse in composure, Estelle subconsciously wiped away non-existent drool from the corner of her mouth.

With a smile, Li En paid an extra penny and a half. "Add another piece, please. Cut this piece in half and add some butter inside."

Estelle lowered her head shyly.

After feeding Estelle a piece of roasted potato, Li En took another piece of roasted potato to Weber, who was curled up in newspapers and cardboard, and handed it to him.

"Sir, would you like some food? It's on me."

Weber saw Li En's back as he bought roasted potatoes from a distance, and he was surprised to find that they were actually for him.

He didn't mince words and took the roasted potato directly from Li En's hand. "We can chat, but I won't easily offer discounts on the goods."

That doesn't matter.

Li En watched the countdown in his line of sight change step by step.

[Remaining Time: 00:58:01]

All I need is for you to let me copy the label.