Mystery: Starting from the Shadow World

Chapter 127 Borrowing the Kitchen Again

(One more day of single updates. I'm exhausted from doing so many practice problems today. There are over 1600 problems, and I only managed to do less than half of them all afternoon. I just can't take it anymore. Tomorrow I'll try to work on my time management skills.)

"Oh, I see."

Philip nodded, not taking it too seriously, and simply waved his hand, "I'm going to the Brave Ones Bar later, so I don't need to eat dinner. You can save it for yourself."

Since becoming a "werewolf," his appetite has greatly decreased. Unless he gets injured in a fierce battle or uses his regeneration ability to consume energy, one luxurious meal a day is usually enough to meet his needs.

After Philip finished speaking, he went downstairs to the first floor. As he pushed open the door and stepped out, he took a deep breath and mentally reviewed the manners of the ladies he had seen before before leaving the house.

However, just as he stepped out the door, he subconsciously patted his forehead, returned to the house, and looked around before his gaze settled on the black cat quietly lying on the back of the sofa, playing with its tail.

I almost forgot about you.

Evening, in the alley behind the Brave Ones Bar.

Philip put on the iron mask, and under the cover of the hooded robe, his left hand held a black cat. As time went by, the point of contact between the two became warm, and even the chill of the night had little effect on it.

He gently patted Xiaobai's body with his right hand, calming the little guy who kept shifting his limbs and changing his movements. Then, using the information provided in yesterday's newspaper, he knocked on the door rhythmically.

Two or three seconds later, the door opened.

Upon seeing Philip, who was now wearing a hooded robe, the waiter's expression remained unchanged. He simply accepted the robe that Philip had returned and then watched him walk towards the living room.

The candlelight flickered gently in the dimly lit room, where many members had already arrived. Philip found a corner to sit down and observed for a few seconds before finally spotting the pharmacist.

To be precise, it was that chubby face that was discovered.

Feeling slightly relieved, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, found a comfortable position to lean against the wall, and quietly waited for the last bit of time before the party started to pass.

After an unknown amount of time, the aged voice of the "Eye of Wisdom" slowly rang out: "The time has come. Let's begin. There's no need to wait for any latecomers."

"Anyone who needs the blood of the ram's horn blackfish come?"

"I brought the eyes of an adult Manhar fish."

No sooner had the "Eye of Wisdom" finished speaking than two voices rang out in succession. Upon seeing this, Philip immediately responded and purchased both sets of materials for a total of 400 pounds.

If I squeeze a little more out of my living budget to scrape together 320 pounds and give it to Mr. "The Hanged Man," then I'll have no money left to use. Philip rubbed his chin and accepted this reality with some resignation.

The potion recipes are hard to sell, and his existing extraordinary items and weapons are irreplaceable for the time being. As for risking his life to accept commissions, he has neither the channels nor the time and energy to do so.

After carefully putting away the two main documents, Philip leaned against the wall and quietly waited for the party to proceed, witnessing the transactions being completed or falling through, without any intention of getting involved.

After nearly ten transactions, Philip finally heard the "Eye of Wisdom" announce the end of the time. He then stood silently in place, waiting for the members to leave one by one from the five exits.

Once the last outsider had completely left, leaving only himself, "The Eye of Wisdom," and Philip on the field, the apothecary clapped his hands and said with a hint of excitement:

"I have been promoted to 'Beast Tamer' and have fully adapted to my abilities. I can set a time and place now, right?"

He was eager to fulfill the request, otherwise every time he thought about his identity as a "beast tamer," his mind would wander and he would think about the promises he had not kept, and this feeling of being indebted always made him uncomfortable.

After a few seconds of silence, during which Philip gently stroked the black cat's head with his left hand, hidden beneath his black robe, and smoothed the cat's body, he continued:

"If it's convenient, now."

"What?" the pharmacist asked in surprise.

Philip did not answer him directly, but instead looked at the "Eye of Wisdom," bowed slightly, and said sincerely, "Sir, may I borrow your kitchen? I need to prepare a potion, and I have already brought the test tubes and droppers."

"Oh, may I use the kitchen?"

The Eye of Wisdom's tone carried a hint of surprised amusement. "You know, I've never heard the same request before in all the extraordinary gatherings I've held. Only two people have asked to go to the restroom."

Just when Philip thought the other party would politely decline, the old gentleman unexpectedly continued:

"Well, but this isn't an unreasonable request, and you've already prepared for it. I'm usually happy to see well-prepared people achieve their goals without harming me."

"Thank you very much." Upon hearing this, Philip smiled, stood up, bowed slightly, and sincerely thanked him.

Then, he looked at the pharmacist, his meaning clear.

The pharmacist's movements seemed a little slow, but after a moment's hesitation, he spread his hands and smiled, "Oh, alright, I'd be happy to take care of it here. It'll only take ten or twenty minutes."

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

Inside the clean and tidy house.

Under the light of the gas lamp, countless bubbles rose from the liquid in the iron pot, adding an indescribable sense of peace to the already quiet atmosphere under the night.

Philip watched as the liquid settled into a thick white color, then finally breathed a sigh of relief. He poured it into a glass that was already placed beside him, casually brushed away the cat's head that was about to stick its head into the glass, then picked up the glass, hugged the black cat, and returned to the living room.

"Oh, it's faster than I expected."

Having already endured the wait, the apothecary seemed to have accepted something and became less anxious. After accepting the "audience's" potion, he asked Philip, "Are you going to stay here, or wait outside?"

If I trusted you completely, I wouldn't have asked the "Eye of Wisdom" old man. Philip shook his head, directly refusing the other party, "No, I'll just watch from here."

The grand plan of teaching the Meow Meows in Belland must be carried out no matter what, but it is inevitable that the "beast tamer" will be needed. He has already set all the safe requirements he can think of through the "notarization" of the "Eye of Wisdom".

For example, you can't tamper with the process, and you can't disclose relevant information to anyone, etc.

With the recipe and the extraordinary ingredients, even excluding the cost of auxiliary materials, I still spent 550 pounds. I hope that Little White, this "spectator" cat, can earn it back. It shouldn't be too difficult. Admitso, you can wait in line first. As Philip pondered this, he activated his spiritual vision and focused his eyes on the apothecary and Little White in front of him, not missing a single moment.

Until the potion was completely successfully ingested.

(End of this chapter)