Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 126 Money

Alger knew that this opportunity was hard-won, but over the years as a pirate, he had not accumulated much wealth. Let alone combining the two, he couldn't even handle one of them right now.

His lips moved, and after a long silence, he slowly said, "I don't have enough money or valuables right now. If you want to get rid of them immediately, I can't help you."

Philip shook his head. "No need immediately, the end of this year or the beginning of next year will be fine. As for the price, the formula is £2500, and the extraordinary properties are £4500."

There are still more than three months until the end of the year. By then, my "Navigator" potion should have been completely digested. But before that, I need to save up 7000 pounds. Alger felt a little short of breath, as if something was pressing on his chest.

He tried to negotiate the price, but Philip, who already had a certain understanding of the market prices of materials related to the middle series, especially series six and series five, did not lower his bottom line. In the end, he only relented and went to discuss with his companions whether he could use extraordinary items to offset the price.

After receiving the answer, Alger remained silent. He placed his palms loosely on the bronze table, lowered his head slightly, and pondered his plans for the next three months.

With Zilingus dead, he no longer needs to worry about the secrets of that primitive island being leaked. It seems there's really nothing else of importance going forward, and he can now focus on accumulating wealth.

If he were to encounter a pirate crew with extraordinary individuals a few times, he could seize a few extraordinary items. Otherwise, it would be difficult to become rich in such a short time. Alger closed his eyes and sighed silently.

hiss~

Having witnessed the entire process, Klein watched in stunned silence as Philip used the extraordinary "Windbringer" trait and potion recipe, which he had never seen before, to extract a staggering 7000 pounds from Mr. "The Hanged Man" for the future.

That's enough to buy almost ten houses in Tingen!

钱啊

At this moment, "The Sun," who had grown accustomed to waiting, finally broke free from his silent eavesdropping state after realizing that the conversation had ended, and said to Philip:

"Mr. Temperance, I have joined the patrol team, but the reward I have received so far is not enough to purchase the materials you need. Please give me some more time, just before the next Tarot meeting."

"And the extraordinary knowledge I've reviewed in my spare time these past few days, I will pass on to you along with those materials."

Within seven days? That's acceptable. The best outcome would be for me to be a Sequence Six "zombie" by the time I attend Mr. A's party next time. That would be the safest. Philip nodded in response.

He was now preparing to release the soul of the "Interrogator" in "Crawling Hunger," since it was of little use in a critical moment. This glove could only use one soul at a time, and it took a full second to switch between them.

In comparison, the "Faceless Man," "Nightmare," and "Priest of Light" are much more practical.

So instead of keeping it taking up space, I might as well package it up and sell it. Hmm, the "Arbitrator" pathway sequence 7 characteristics plus recipe, if there are military people at the party, they'll definitely mess with me. Luckily, I can both withstand attacks and run away.

As Philip's mind raced, preparing to finalize the deal with the wealthy "Justice" lady regarding the "psychologist's" characteristics and formula, he heard the Fool in the main seat say:

That's all for today.

Upon hearing this, Philip felt a pang of regret, but he quickly calmed down and stood up with the others, saying, "As you wish."

Just a few seconds later, enveloped in a deep red light, the scene before him suddenly changed, and he returned to the real world, back to his bedroom.

"Why."

Philip sighed with some regret.

It would have been so easy if he had just done it for a few more minutes. In that case, the other three members of the Tarot Club would have formed a transaction relationship with him. Although it was a bit perverse, Philip really felt a strange sense of pleasure from it.

Just like playing those management simulation games, after clicking all the red dots, you watch the progress bars slowly pass by, then go to sleep contentedly, waiting for the moment to log back in and reap the rewards.

"Forget it, just this once. I won't have the luxury of doing this again." Philip smiled and shook his head, then sat up and got out of bed.

As for Mr. "The Hanged Man," let's just consider it a long-term investment with a profit of 500 pounds. We can't count on it for now, so it's better to put it out of our minds for now and wait until we remember it later or he brings it up on his own.

Philip opened the wardrobe, looked at the women's clothes inside, sighed almost subconsciously, and then skillfully took out a silver ring and put it on his finger.

I should go to the Brave Ones Bar tonight.

Wait, there seems to be some other miscellaneous things to do. Hmm, I'll postpone the Sherlock update until later.

I'll learn from my senior, Fors, and find out about her progress when I have time. Once she's about 70-80% finished, I'll find time to catch up on my own updates. There's still time.

Separated by a wall.

Klein, who was also sitting on the bed, covered his head and waited quietly for a few seconds before his throbbing brain slowly subsided, which made him breathe a sigh of relief, followed by a wry smile.

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

It seems that if Philip advances to "the living dead" and he, as the organizer of the Tarot Club, is still only at Sequence 8, he will probably experience a situation like Tingen's early days, where his spirituality was almost completely exhausted.

Although it was within his control, Klein still didn't want to experience it again, and it meant he might sleep until night and miss some important things that might happen.

I still need to get into character as soon as possible, but I've already mastered the rules of acting, and there's no time left to shorten it. I wonder if applying for a clown job at the circus now would help. Klein curled the corners of his mouth, shook his head, and then, without lingering in the warm bed, got out of bed as well.

After taking the tuxedo and top hat from the coat rack and putting them on, Klein opened the door and bumped into Philip, who was walking towards the stairs.

Klein: "."

Ok?

Philip nodded subconsciously, preparing to tell the other person about his itinerary, but his gaze suddenly caught the weariness in the other person's eyes. He tilted his head and asked with some confusion:

Are you sure you were taking a nap?

I'm absolutely certain I wasn't taking a nap. Damn, how could I forget that? My mind went blank for a moment; I didn't think of it at all. Klein rubbed his eyes, forcing a somewhat helpless smile.

"I can't help it, I am indeed a bit tired, but I just couldn't fall asleep in bed this afternoon. After tossing and turning a few times, I simply gave up and didn't sleep, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep at night."

(End of this chapter)