Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 105 Seeking Relief

The party quickly came to an end.

Under the arrangement of the "Eye of Wisdom" old man, all the members still left the venue, while Philip and the man who seemed to be the "pharmacist" sat in place without any intention of leaving.

Half an hour later, the candlelight flickered, and the dim light failed to alleviate the loneliness in the living room. Then, after the apothecary coughed twice, he impatiently asked, "What do you need a 'Beast Tamer' for?"

Faced with this issue, Philip did not hide anything, or rather, there was no room for lies to be told, nor was there any need to hide anything.

"I want to raise an extraordinary pet. It is said that only 'Beast Tamers' can help pets adapt to the power of potions, and I will pay for it."

"As expected!" The pharmacist exclaimed in surprise, "Besides this, I can't think of any other reasonable explanation. Hmm... never mind, I'll give you this information for free. After I obtain the marrow crystal from the Spring of Spirits, I will be able to advance to the 'Beastmaster' level."

"Beast Tamer" is Sequence 8 of the "Pharmacist" pathway? This thought flashed through Philip's mind, then quickly disappeared. He stroked his chin and pondered for a long while before finally speaking:

"Alright, two pages of Russell's diary, plus your help. In return, I will sell the material to you at cost price, without any markup."

"make a deal!"

The pharmacist clapped his hands, then laughed and said, "Actually, you could have raised the price, and I would have accepted it. After all, it has been two whole years since I chose to become a 'pharmacist' who mixes potions, and I still haven't found all the main ingredients for the next series of potions."

It's completely unnecessary for such a paltry gain. If I really wanted to make money, I could easily eliminate you, acquire your extraordinary traits, and offer psychic services. Thinking of these dangerous ideas, Philip curled the corners of his mouth and gently shook his head.

"Money isn't everything. If you only pursue it, you'll end up with nothing. Just consider it as making a friend, 'the pharmacist'."

"Well said!" The old gentleman with the "Eye of Wisdom," who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but chime in after hearing his words: "Money is just a tool. As extraordinary beings, we don't need to worry about making a living at all, but in many cases we pursue money excessively, which is putting the cart before the horse."

"Many people, including some members of the gathering, often choose to take risks when faced with huge profits. I am not qualified to judge them, but the results show that very few people who held this mindset are still alive."

As he spoke, "Eye of Wisdom" seemed to remember something, and his tone became somewhat serious: "Young man, be careful. The person who just bid against you is codenamed 'Hidden Wolf.' He has tried to rob members of the party before."

Unless it's a sneak attack from a Sequence Six powerhouse I know absolutely nothing about, I'm not worried about dying there. Philip nodded slightly, then a thought struck him, and he suddenly asked, "So, he's not a good person, hmm, can I rob him instead?"

The "Eye of Wisdom" was speechless.

After several seconds, he slowly said, "If that guy attacked you first, that's fine, but I hope you can spare his life. If possible, please don't attract the attention of the authorities, since wild extraordinary individuals should stick together for warmth."

That's true, you are hosting a party after all.

Philip was slightly disappointed, but he quickly composed himself. After all, if the other party robbed him, it meant he would soon have at least £950 in cash, and maybe even squeeze out some other benefits.

With the "notary" power of the old man with the Eye of Wisdom, he and the pharmacist reached the agreement they had just made, and then left the living room and the house by the same route they had taken.

There were no unexpected events along the way.

Regrettably.

Under the crimson moonlight, Philip opened the box and watched the liquid inside the red heart slowly flow and shimmer. He couldn't help but frown, and black hair gradually grew on the back of the hand holding the heart.

What is this, rejection?

Philip touched the back of his hand, sensing it with his spiritual senses, and discovered that this repulsion was bidirectional. Although it wouldn't cause him to lose control or go crazy if he forced it, it couldn't be said that it had no effect.

Tsk, this is a bit troublesome.

At the same time.

Inside a budget hotel in the East District.

Klein stood in the luxurious room, which cost 12 pence a night, or 1 soule, looking at the full-length mirror riddled with cracks, put down his top hat, and sighed without any restraint.

He has no identification, making it inconvenient for him to show his face and attract attention. He is unable to work in most areas, and now he is even facing financial hardship.

Just a while ago, I was earning £10 a week, and even had a considerable amount of savings. Klein stroked the Azik copper whistle in his pocket, then looked at the half-burnt white candle on the bedside table, and the thought of seeking help from others once again took over.

If he didn't seek help from others, he could only go to the docks or the taverns in the East District to see if there was any way to become a bounty hunter, which was not much different from being a private detective, but it went against his original plan.

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

Moreover, in terms of public acceptance, bounty hunters, whose main source of income is various rewards, are not even as popular as private detectives who help people find their cats and dogs; the former would not take on such trivial matters.

Never mind, there's nothing wrong with saying it.

Klein's gaze shifted to the half-burnt white candle, his eyes flickering in the candlelight.

If he couldn't even believe Philip, the friend who sincerely made a promise at his own grave, then there was probably no one left to believe in this extraordinary world.

Klein slowly stood up, took out the letter paper and pen he had prepared in advance from his clothes, knelt down on the ground, and sat on the bedside table, silently writing in familiar Chinese handwriting.

Mr. Azik's skeletal messenger in the spirit world certainly didn't belong to the category of the weak, so the possibility of losing the letter was very low, but precautions still had to be taken. With the original manuscripts and forgeries of Emperor Roselle's diaries scattered throughout the world paving the way, he used Chinese with relative peace of mind.

Even if someone intercepted the letter, they wouldn't be able to decipher the Chinese. The worst-case scenario would be that someone would track Philip's location by following his scent, but that possibility is lower than winning the lottery on Earth. As Klein thought this, a chill unconsciously rose in his heart.

However, thinking that Mr. Azik would certainly not let Ince Zangwill off the hook, and that the latter would definitely be greatly distracted as a result, he quickly relaxed and recited in ancient Hermes:

"I, in my name, summon:"

"A spirit born from the underworld, an illusory creature symbolizing death, a messenger unique to Bel Celeste!"

(End of this chapter)