Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 111 The Marrow Crystal of the Fairy Spring

(Single update today, taking a break, a bit tired. This won't happen during summer vacation; I'll only need to take two days off at most during the two months.)

"Oh, its name is Little White." Philip followed Klein's gaze and explained casually. Then, as if he had thought of something, he stroked his chin and said, "Speaking of which, I still need your help."

Help? Help with what?

As long as you don't lend me back the 50 pounds I just borrowed, then everything is negotiable. Klein first took two sips of the water he had just poured, then quietly looked at Philip, waiting for him to continue.

"Besides your own 'Diviner,' do you possess any other Sequence Nine potion recipes? I'd like to trade with you, uh, it depends on whether you prefer 'Warrior' or 'Singer,' since you probably wouldn't need the 'Prisoner' recipe."

Although Philip didn't have high expectations, he still asked, because he always felt that "singers" and pets didn't quite match. If conditions allowed, "audience" would actually be a very good choice.

I'm not going to join the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult. Reaching Sequence Nine is enough. I need to manage my own finances and energy. In this situation, a "spectator" who can keep a low profile is the most suitable. Hmm, maybe an "assassin" would work too. As Philip thought this, he waited for Klein's answer.

Why was Philip asking about other Sequence 9 potion recipes? Was he planning to make others extraordinary? Klein's hand, holding the water glass, hovered in mid-air, his movement hesitant slightly.

"Besides your own sequence, do you need an 'audience'?"

"Where did you get that?" Philip asked, completely taken aback, not expecting the best answer.

"Tinggen City"

Klein said it as a matter of course, and then quickly added with a smile, "Dasser Guderian, the doctor at Greenhull Asylum in Tingen City, is my informant in the Psycho-Alchemy Society. Well, only the captain knows, because I asked him for permission."

No wonder.

Philip nodded. "Shall we make a trade, or are you going to sell me the formula outright?"

"Well, 150 pounds, if you're not short of money right now," Klein said with a frank smile. "What I need most right now isn't a formula, since that can't be sold until I can access the Gathering of Extraordinary Ones."

"Don't worry about that."

As he spoke, Philip took out his wallet from his pocket, pulled out ten bills, and handed them to the other man again. "I need to buy some materials later. I can take you there."

Even though it wasn't explicitly stated, Philip knew very well that the "Eye of Wisdom" had probably memorized everyone at the gathering. He shouldn't be too harsh in rejecting the newcomers brought by the man who had attended multiple times.

As for Mr. A's party, let's just skip it.

If it were just Philip alone, even if the shepherd who was hosting the "party" wanted to kill him, he could survive thanks to his thick skin and various extraordinary items. But if a "clown" were to be dragged into the process...

That's unlikely.

Klein nodded. "Okay."

Being in an unfamiliar place in Backlund, apart from Miss Justice, whom he couldn't meet online, and Mr. Azik, whom he dared not contact rashly because Ince Zangwell was keeping a close eye on him, Philip was the person he trusted the most.

Speaking of which, according to the usual pattern, it should be in the next day or two. I need to go to that address in the East District to see if I've received an invitation to Mr. A's party. I even forgot to go yesterday. Luckily, the invitations are sent out a day in advance.

As Philip's thoughts raced, he led Klein upstairs to the second floor. "There are three more bedrooms. You can choose one. I'll give you the key."

The two didn't exchange any more pleasantries. As if it were a natural thing, after deciding on the general things, they went out to get busy. The former was going to the newspaper to publish his GG.

The latter, on the other hand, was preparing to head to the East End to confirm whether the Queens gathering would be held today.

Because he had so much free time, he came up with the idea of ​​trying a mode of transportation that was relatively rare even in Backlund—the subway. This idea first came to him 25 years ago.

Even without any concrete evidence, Philip attributed the existence of subways in this world before it had entered the electric age to the influence of his predecessor, the time traveler Russell.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for a normal person to have such an idea, let alone design a prototype and get it accepted by wealthy and powerful people.

Fearing that he would leave a trace and be discovered later, Philip, who was disguised as Charlotte, did not choose to buy an annual pass, but instead paid 6p for a first-class ticket.

The ticket seller was a young and beautiful brown-haired woman. After stamping the torn ticket and handing it to Philip, she immediately turned her attention to the person behind him.

Philip gently held the ticket in his palm, then stepped onto the platform. Illuminated by the gaslights on either side of the waiting area, he witnessed the massive black machine approaching.

Evening, Queens.

Inside an unassuming house.

Philip, dressed in a black hooded robe, entered the house. After looking around and finding that everything was as usual and there was no tense atmosphere, he breathed a sigh of relief and slowly found a place near the blackboard to sit down.

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

His gaze, hidden by the hood, fell upon the two blackboards, quickly scanning them until it finally settled on a familiar entry:

"Medullary crystal from the Fairy Spring, 320 pounds."

Whew. Philip closed his eyes, silently exhaled, and expressed his gratitude for the little bit of good fortune that God had given him. Then he wrote a note asking to buy the materials and handed it to the waiter who came over.

Before long, he was led to the study on the first floor. The seller in the study was dressed the same way, and they could not see each other's faces.

The transaction was completed in deliberately low voices from both sides. At this moment, after deducting daily expenses, the full £5900 that Philip had received from selling the two properties in Backlund was completely gone, leaving him with only £50.

"Alright, that way I won't have any more thoughts." Philip shook his head with a self-deprecating smile, carefully put away the small box containing the "Medullary Crystal of the Fairy Spring," and then returned to the living room.

Perhaps it was the contrast caused by the dramatic rise and fall of his money that made Philip feel a sense of crisis and prepare to find a way to obtain money. However, after racking his brains, he could only come up with two more realistic answers.

The potion recipe, the "Ember" spell.

(End of this chapter)