Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 103 Pharmacist

"Jane, you're back?"

That evening, Philip, who had just finished his chores and was heading out to attend the Extraordinary People's Gathering, suddenly noticed that Hugh Deercha, the woman Fors lived with next door, was preparing to use a key to open the door and enter the room.

Thanks to her friendly relationship with Fors, her relationship with the man in front of her, who, despite his shorter stature, possessed an indescribable air of authority and charm, wasn't bad. At least they could chat without feeling too awkward.

"Yes," Philip smiled. "Because I had to go back to my hometown to take care of some things, and I didn't expect to see such a pleasant surprise in the newspaper as soon as I got back to Backlund."

Xiu nodded slightly, his face expressionless, and said:

"That book is very well written, so this is not a surprise. It's just the result of your own hard work. If it's not popular with the public, that would be a regrettable and unfair result."

"Forget about trying. I don't have the thick skin of Emperor Russell," Philip thought helplessly. He subconsciously compared his remaining memories of the Sherlock Holmes stories to his own, preparing to use dream divination to recall them and then refine the details.

After saying goodbye to Hugh, she took a horse-drawn carriage to the Backlund Bridge area. After changing her appearance at the transfer point of her one-bedroom apartment, which she had successfully renewed before heading to Tingen, she went to the Brave Ones Bar again.

As before, he found Kaspass in a card room and casually inquired whether Marich was there. Unexpectedly, Philip received a definite answer to this seemingly hopeless question.

"Marich is here?" Philip raised an eyebrow slightly and confirmed in a very low voice.

"Well, I have no reason to lie to you."

Amid the lively and boisterous atmosphere of the bar, Kaspass looked quite relaxed. "He specifically told me not to tell anyone about him except you, at least not these days."

It seems that Marich and Sharon have successfully disguised themselves and returned to Backlund. Hmm, I need to control the frequency of contact with them in the future, otherwise they will be targeted by the Rose School again, and all their efforts will be in vain. Philip nodded slightly, lowered his brown bowler hat, and then walked into the secluded card room near the kitchen.

"What's the matter?"

After this period of rest, Maric seems to be in much better condition. Although the madness in his eyes is still there, he no longer exudes the invisible aura that would frighten ordinary people.

"Um..." Philip hesitated for a moment, then said directly and crisply, "If I want to entrust you with this task, what kind of compensation do I need to pay?"

"That depends on who we're dealing with." Marich neither refused nor immediately agreed, adopting a listening posture. "Your strength is not weak. Including your extraordinary items, you could even fight me and threaten the person you've come to for help. Sequence Five?"

"Two targets, in no particular order. The Sequence Eight 'The Fraudster,' who is suspected of being corrupted by the true Creator, who failed to assassinate Duke Negan and fled, and who possesses the extraordinary item 'Crawling Hunger.'"

Upon hearing the answer, Marich raised an eyebrow, shook his head, and said, "I can agree to the former immediately, as long as you find the other party's location and make sure that the guy is just corrupted and not turned into a terrifying monster far beyond his level, the price is over 500 pounds. But I don't think you need that."

"Then there's the fact that Zilingus is currently too conspicuous, and his extraordinary item is extremely dangerous. I need to discuss this with Sharon."

Yes, it's very dangerous. Unfortunately, what I need is that powerful, extraordinary item, the "Crawling Hunger." Philip nodded, kindly inquired about the other party's current situation, and then left without disturbing them any longer.

Following the familiar road, he arrived once again at the house without any lights, put on the iron mask he had prepared, and knocked on the door.

The small wooden panel on the door opened, revealing an eye. After observing the situation outside, the eye opened the door and handed over the hooded black robe.

The road was still completely shrouded in shadow, the living room was still there, and a single candle flickered dimly. Philip casually found a spot and sat down quietly.

Not long after, a chubby-faced man spoke up: "I want to buy the marrow crystals of the Elf Spring, or any related clues. I will pay a satisfactory price and give you two extra potions. You can specify which ones you want."

Marrow crystals from the Fairy Spring?

Upon hearing the familiar words, Philip immediately recalled the gathering of extraordinary individuals held in Queens, presided over by Mr. "Shepherd A." The last time he went there and purchased the "Flame Gloves," the information about selling the item seemed to still be on the blackboard.

You could make a profit from the price difference.

Speaking of medicine...

Is this guy a "pharmacist"?

Philip instinctively thought of the reclusive vampire Emlyn White, and after a moment's thought, he lowered his voice and said, "I'll keep an eye out for you. If you're lucky, you'll see that thing at the next party."

Before the man could show any delight or say anything, he added to his request, "But I don't want any potions. I want at least two pages of the notes left by Emperor Roselle."

"notes?"

The pharmacist's tone became somewhat strange, but he still spread his hands and said helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll try to find it. If it's just two pages... I mean, are you really not going to consider the potion?"

Not a single mistake, not a single poem, not a single post, not a single piece of content, not a single look!

He then introduced several medications that had no side effects but were very effective, drawing attention from everyone at the party. However, none of them were necessary for Philip at the moment.

But the other party's rambling clearly had an effect. Philip suppressed his growing impatience and said in a cold tone, "Rossel's notes, or reliable clues about the 'Beast Tamer,' nothing else."

The "pharmacist" froze for a moment, then his tone relaxed as he smiled and said, "I happen to have a lead on the 'beast tamer.' Trust me, he's reliable enough."

uh-huh?

Philip raised an eyebrow slightly, somewhat disbelieving his words, but the extraordinary item belonging to the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom" proved useful in this situation. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the "Pharmacist" continue:

"However, it's not convenient right now."

It's not convenient now, so you mean wait until after the party? Fine, anyway, I'm not afraid of these guys who most of them don't even have a middle-ranking position trying to take advantage of me. Philip thought to himself, then nodded and stopped talking.

(End of this chapter)