Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 109 Pet Shop

The contents of Derrick's writings were quickly passed to Philip. Having never experienced systematic learning, Philip saw the extraordinary knowledge on the paper, which was almost like a school textbook, and immediately felt that the North and South Continents were utterly inferior to Silver City in this respect.

However, there's just too much content.

Philip looked at the daunting table of contents and dared not even imagine how long it would take to finish reading the main text of the book, even for an extraordinary person, it would take at least half a year.

Seeing Philip's silence, Derrick said somewhat nervously, "I'll slowly transcribe the details later and give you a portion at each gathering."

That's a huge project. "The Sun" is quite responsible; ordinary people wouldn't waste their time like this. Derrick's character dissuaded Philip from profiting from the difference in price, and he said:

"I need 100 milliliters of Frost Undead blood, blue salamander eyes, and a fully intact zombie brain. Um, sorry, let me think of a way to process it."

Philip's hesitant words made Klein narrow his eyes slightly. The latter glanced at the former with a subtle look, clasped his hands together, gently stroking the back of his left hand with his right fingers, and smiled slightly.

"This is a good opportunity. Would you be willing to cooperate with me and give it a try?"

The three people in the room had different feelings and thoughts, but none of them expressed any objection. They respectfully and sincerely agreed and waited for the Fool to continue.

Klein paused, his fingers tapping the edge of the bronze table, and smiled, saying, "This attempt will make your transaction simple, secure, and sufficiently confidential."

Then, he tilted his head slightly to look at Derrick and said slowly, "Do you remember the sacrificial ritual you described?"

The sacrificial ritual that Klein was about to describe was based entirely on the version provided by Derrick. Even if it was modified to the extreme, the connection between the two would still be easily obvious. So it was better to just openly acknowledge it.

"Yes, I remember." Derrick's tone hesitated for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

It seemed that the ritual he should have taken for granted was suddenly questioned by the mysterious and great Mr. Fool about whether he remembered it, which made him subconsciously have the illusion that he did not really remember it.

At that moment, Philip, who had a clear understanding of the situation on the field, felt a pang of anxiety and could only pray helplessly.

He remained vigilant towards the Fool, fearing that the Fool might take advantage of the situation to unleash his true schemes, especially when he himself had no room for maneuver.

Klein, unaware of Philip's thoughts, nodded and said, following the pre-arranged plan:

"My idea is that you offer me extraordinary materials through a ritual, and I will then bestow upon you 'Temperance.' This form of exchange is beneficial to both of you."

Derrick's mouth gaped slightly, and he blinked his dazed eyes. After a few seconds of trying to believe his ears, he finally spoke, "What do I need to do?"

Klein's lips curled up slightly.

"It's very simple."

After Mr. Fool informed them of the details of the Derrick ritual, Philip and Alger, who judged from the general content of the ritual that there was nothing potentially dangerous, finally felt relieved. After their respective exchanges, the tarot session came to an end.

Once back in reality, Philip put on the "silver" ring, transformed back into Jane Charlotte, and went outside to take care of something he needed to do that day.

Buy a pet.

As for publishing the roommate information in the newspaper, it was already completed this morning. I believe that after the newspaper is sent out tomorrow morning, no one will be able to come to visit first, except for Klein Moretti, who is already prepared.

Hopefully, Klein can get here soon. He should be able to handle some housework, right? It's such a hassle for me to do all the chores. After changing into a light blue dress, Philip checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror before leaving the house.

As the most prominent city in the world, Backlund has quite a few pet shops. Even though pets used to be the companions of noble ladies and gentlemen, with the development of the times, most middle-class people can now join the ranks of pet owners.

Similar to London in the previous world from the 19th to the early 20th century, this world places great emphasis on pedigree when it comes to pet ownership, leading to the rapid development of related businesses and a continuous increase in prices.

Unfortunately, dogs were not among the options. Philip, already seated in the rental carriage, sighed silently to himself, but then he thought that most of the dogs sold in this world were hunting dogs, not the Yeezys or Siberian Huskies he knew, and he quickly calmed down.

Hunting dogs were usually only purchased by male nobles, who thoroughly enjoyed riding horses and chasing prey. As long as their finances allowed, these men were never stingy in buying hunting dogs.

A well-trained hunting dog costs at least 450 pounds. It's unbelievable! Philip recalled the memories in his mind and couldn't help but understand what true wealth meant once again.

Cats aren't that expensive, are they?

If the price is unacceptable to me, I'll just wander around today and see if I can find a cat I like to adopt. It can't be ugly, and it can't have any obvious features, otherwise, as soon as someone sees it, they'll spot me. As Philip was thinking this, the carriage had already stopped in front of the pet shop.

Ding-a-ling—

As the door was pushed open, the wind chimes behind it rang out a pleasant sound, which immediately caught the attention of the owner, a woman in her early thirties.

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

She came out with a smile on her face, her beige dress trailing behind her. "Miss, what do you need?"

Philip didn't answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head slightly to look at the kittens in the shop, pointed to the one he liked the most, and asked about the price.

The boss's smile deepened, and he answered without any hesitation.

Upon hearing this, Philip fell silent.

Indeed, times have changed.

If we were in the time before the time travel, and we didn't care about breed, we could buy a domestic cat or dog for a few dozen yuan. Those with breeds would mostly cost at most four figures.

Converted to today's terms, the former is only equivalent to 1 sole, and the latter is only a few pounds or a dozen pounds, yet she was able to hear answers of several hundred pounds.

"Sorry, I don't have that kind of money. The money I save is enough to buy a Sequence 9 potion ingredient." Philip continued forward calmly, teasing the little guys. After finding nothing wrong with them, he could only mutter to himself, stroking his chin:

"Never mind, let's take care of the little one at home first. We can talk about it later."

After saying that, she turned to the shopkeeper and said, "Please get me a warm cat bed, a bit bigger, an enclosed one, the kind with curtains."

(End of this chapter)