Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 121 Material Procurement

Time ticked by, and finally, the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom" looked at the clock on the wall and said in his aged voice, "The time has come. Let's begin."

Upon hearing this, someone immediately lowered their voice and said:

"Is the person who wanted to buy the Roselle Emperor's Notebooks before here? I brought three pages this time."

Philip's heart skipped a beat upon hearing this. "How much?"

After several previous failures, he had assumed that this level of extraordinary gatherings could no longer obtain the Russell Diary, or that these members did not have the ability or channels to collect it cost-effectively.

Now it seems that it was probably just a matter of efficiency, or perhaps the other party got lucky and obtained it by chance, but in any case, he would not miss it.

Hmm. Mr. Fool probably knows my identity as a time traveler. It would be dangerous to repeatedly try to appease him, but there are so many of Russell's diaries, and they are spread all over the world. It's reasonable that I can't find anything useful, right?

While thinking this, Philip accepted the offer of 20 pounds.

After obtaining the diary, the apothecary's familiar voice rang out from the corner: "I need marrow crystals from the Elf Spring. Does anyone have any for sale?"

"You clearly recognized me, and you haven't looked away yet." Philip sighed inwardly with a hint of helplessness, while looking at the other person and saying, "I've got it, 320 pounds, and the terms we agreed on."

"Oh, that's wonderful!"

The pharmacist's voice couldn't hide his joy. His plump face, radiating a smile, became even more infectious. "Two whole years! I haven't heard such good news in a long time, if you're not kidding me."

With the waiter's help, the pharmacist and Philip completed their transaction. Their gazes, cast by shadows on their faces, met in mid-air, each converging in their own thoughts:

Don't leave after this is over.

Subsequently, she attended every gathering without fail, and each time the woman with the "craftsman" backing her always had two boxes at her feet, and she spoke as usual:

"I have two extraordinary weapons here."

Extraordinary weapon?

Faced with an item that could effectively enhance combat power and had no side effects in most cases, Klein was tempted for half a second, but when he thought of his embarrassingly empty wallet, he had to tell himself not to let his heart wander.

Fortunately, this wasn't necessary for me. The "Flame Gloves" Philip provided were far superior to these extraordinary weapons that only cost a few hundred pounds. Klein remained silent, letting the two unfamiliar voices speak and purchase the two weapons.

After the transaction was completed, he thought for a moment and then said, "I want to sell the potion recipes, the Sequence 9 'Singer' and the Sequence 8 'Lightbringer' from the Church of the Eternal Sun."

"The former is £220, the latter is £450."

Klein wasn't sure if Philip had sold the two potion recipes at the party, but regardless, he had to at least give it a try, rather than attracting the attention of the Psycho-Alchemists with "The Audience" and "The Mind Reader," or exposing his own characteristics and cultivating rivals with "The Diviner."

These all carry risks.

Wait a minute, if I sell the recipes for Sequence 9 and Sequence 8 of the "Diviner" pathway, it should attract the attention of the Secret Order, right? At most, they'll assume I'm Sequence 7, and it'll be hard for them to guess anything higher. That would give me an opportunity to make my move.

Klein looked around, hoping someone would offer to buy, while making his decision in his mind.

After digesting the "Clown" potion, we'll get to work on that plan. Hmm, we need to make sure Philip works with me, and he'll be the one to cover for us. We shouldn't think about it before that. Even if we sell to "The Audience" and "Mind Readers," we can't sell potion recipes from our own sources.

The gathering continued as usual, with the buying and selling of various materials and the posting and acceptance of commissions going on and on. Midway through, after a brief hesitation, Philip spoke up:

"I need the eyes of a pair of adult Manhar fish, and 40 or 50 milliliters of blood from a horned blackfish."

The main ingredient of the "audience's" potion?

Philip was preparing potions for others, and that guy was trying to get through by being an audience member? Klein muttered to himself, somewhat surprised.

Unlike the pharmacist's repeated attempts to purchase it without success, the main ingredient for a Sequence 9 potion is something that, at this gathering where everyone is extraordinary, if not many people possess it, and not many people can produce it, then this gathering would not need to be held at all.

A man and a woman in the room said one after the other that they had the materials, but they could only produce them at the next gathering. Philip was no longer in a hurry to build an intelligence network, so he readily agreed.

It's good to let things rest a bit longer, allowing the little one to grow a little more and preventing any potential accidents.

Time passed slowly and silently, yet unstoppably, until it finally stopped when the old gentleman with the "Eye of Wisdom" announced the end of the gathering.

He arranged for Klein to leave last. When Klein returned the way he came, he keenly noticed that Philip and another person, along with the "Eye of Wisdom," were still in the living room, showing no intention of leaving.

Is there a shady deal involved?

Klein raised an eyebrow slightly in a sigh, but dared not make the slightest move. He took off his hooded robe, handed it to the waiter, then left the house, circled around a few times, and took a taxi home.

And in the living room.

"Alright, let's set a time and place!"

The pharmacist was in a great mood, and with only three people around, he was no longer holding back. "I can even try to get promoted tonight. I have plenty of time to test my abilities."

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

"I'm not ready yet, but I'll contact you when that time comes, at least after the next gathering," Philip said, somewhat amused, watching the other person clutching the box so preciously.

"Contact me?" The pharmacist's tone was a little strange, but he still took the initiative to give an address, and then added, "Just send the letter to me directly when the time comes. It would be best to set the date for the day after the day you send the letter, so that I can ensure that I receive it and get there in time."

Philip had initially intended to suggest that he could use the messenger, but after saying it, he decided to play it safe and minimize his exposure, nodding and saying, "Okay."

After his conversation with the pharmacist, Philip left the house without lingering. Realizing there were no other risks around, he found a horse-drawn carriage by the roadside.

The coachman, who had originally planned to take a short rest, immediately perked up, accepted the money, and drove the carriage back to 17 Rue de la Braun.

Push the door open and enter.

Meow~

A soft meow came from beside my feet.

Philip looked at the black cat at his feet and suddenly felt grateful that the gaslight had been turned on, otherwise he might have accidentally bumped into it.

After picking up the little guy, Philip looked at the pair of blue eyes staring blankly at him, smiled, tapped its nose with his finger, and began to tease it.

Klein, who was reading the newspaper on the sofa, suddenly blinked upon seeing this, a fleeting look of astonishment in his eyes, and a strange guess forming in his mind.

Holy crap, is it really that bad?

(End of this chapter)