Fors flipped through the calendar on the desk and ticked off the date of the upcoming full moon.
She made up her mind to recite The Fool's honorific name the moment she heard the illusory and terrifying ravings and go above the gray fog to experience the unbearable pain.
"Life is really full of expectations …" She closed the novel in her hand and prepared to turn off the iron grid gas lamp on the wall.
At that moment, Fors's vision blurred. She saw an endless gray fog, a tall figure inside a majestic ancient palace, and a man who was praying devoutly.
When she heard the voice, she nearly jumped up. She was pleasantly surprised.
I've been searching for the Trickmaster formula for years, and I've found it just like that?
I've participated in so many different Beyonder gatherings, but I've never found any clues about the Trickmaster formula. Yet, I've found it just like that?
And it hasn't even been a week since I made the request!
Th-this is Tarot … Indeed, it's not something an ordinary Beyonder gathering can compare with! Fors felt wistful as she held back her excitement and joy.
She cautiously replied, "Mr. Fool, is that formula real?"
"Yes." The Fool, who was sitting on a high-back chair, said calmly as he looked down.
Fors suddenly clenched her fists and quietly waved them around her waist. Without any hesitation, she said, "Don't worry.
Without any hesitation, she said, "That's Mr. World, right?"
"Please tell him that I'll find the item he needs as soon as possible."
When the gray fog dissipated and everything was over, Fors was stunned for two seconds. She couldn't contain her excitement as she stood up and paced back and forth in the room.
The Sun domain, an item that specializes in purification and exorcism … I've only encountered it twice in the past, but it was bought by others. The other party might not be willing to sell it again … Yes, at the gathering that Mr. A convened, Xio invited an Eternal Blazing Sun believer to perform a purification and exorcism ritual. He's at least a Sequence 7, so he should have a similar item, or should I say that he has relevant clues … I just don't know how much it will cost. Although Mr. World has promised to make up for the difference, I might not be able to fork out the amount I need to pay in advance … Fors gradually turned her thoughts to her financial situation.
She now had 370 pounds in cash, mainly from the premium that Viscount Glaint had paid for the Apothecary formula. She also had 510 pounds in her bank account, which added up to nearly 900 pounds.
As for a similar item, the most expensive one might cost 2,000 pounds, while the cheapest one would cost 500 to 600 pounds. It might not be the type that Mr. World needs … If I encounter something suitable, but I don't have enough money, what should I do? I'll get a loan from the bank or find a loan with a higher interest rate. As long as everything goes smoothly, I'll be able to easily repay my debt once Mr. World pays the difference … Perhaps, I can borrow from Miss Audrey for a few days. She's never been one to care about money, so she definitely won't charge any interest … Fors quickly came up with a solution.
At that moment, Xio, who had gone to a secluded spot to train her combat skills in the middle of the night, returned to her rented two-bedroom apartment. Seeing that Fors's room was still lit, she knocked on the door and asked,
"Are you going to stay up late to write the beginning of your new book?"
"Uh, Fors, you seem very happy. Did the publisher increase your remuneration?"
"No, no, no." Fors was taken aback for a moment before she forced a smile and said, "I just received a piece of news. It's suspected to be a clue to the Trickmaster potion formula."
"Really? You've finally found it! "Xio didn't notice Fors's hidden abnormality at all.
Seeing how happy her friend was for her, Fors couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
I've already become a member of a secret organization. From now on, I have to bear the fate of constantly hiding and deceiving my friends …
Is this one of the prices?
…
On Saturday morning, Klein once again visited the inventor, Leppard, at St. George Borough's Sird Street.
As the bicycle's patent had yet to be applied for, he only paid the remaining 20 pounds and exhorted the other party not to rashly discuss future investments and cooperation before he actually obtained the patent.
In this regard, Leppard agreed wholeheartedly. Two of his previous inventions had been scammed because of the same reason — before he obtained the patent, the potential investor he contacted had learned about the product, so he was kicked aside and watched as the other party bribed the staff to obtain the patent first.
After leaving Leppard's house, Klein arrived at Eichinger Stanton's gloomy and dark house in Hillston Borough at the scheduled time.
Today was the day the reward for the serial murder case was announced!
Passing through the living room and into the activity room from before, Klein saw Kaslana and Stuart, two detectives he was more familiar with, and he sat beside the latter.
"Sherlock, how much do you think we'll get this time? It shouldn't be less than protecting Adol. Of course, I didn't do much work, so the amount I can get is limited. Rosell The Great once said that you reap what you sow. "Stuart clenched his fist and stroked his beard.
Klein guessed with interest.
"A few hundred pounds at most, and no less than ten pounds at least."
And I'm the one with the most … If Eichinger Stanton is as trustworthy as he describes himself to be … Klein added in his heart.
At this moment, Eichinger, who had white sideburns and a face so thin that it was chiseled, wore a white shirt and a brown vest. He held his trademark pipe and entered the activity room where the fireplace was burning. He sat in his reclining chair and smiled.
"Ladies and gentlemen."
"I just returned from the Baekeland Police Department. They recognized our contribution and believe that we provided crucial help in solving the case."
"Although we didn't participate in the subsequent roundup, we can still get half of the reward."
"In other words, we will split 1,000 pounds in cash!"
"This is also a rather generous reward in Baekeland. A single detective would have to sleep on the streets for four to five years without eating or drinking to save it."
The atmosphere in the activity room suddenly became relaxed, and everyone was filled with anticipation for their reward.
Even Klein was no exception. He was guessing how much Eichinger would give him.
At least a hundred pounds? He muttered silently.
Eichinger took a puff from his pipe, narrowed his eyes, and said in satisfaction, "Thank you for your trust in me.
"Thank you for your trust in me. I will now make the distribution."
"The person who contributed the most this time is Detective Sherlock Moriarty. He provided us with a few ideas and ideas that allowed us to find clues and walk on the right track. He's a true deduction expert!"
"Ma 'am Kaslana can confirm this. I still have a few letters from Detective Moriarty here. Those who have doubts can take a look."
Very fair … He actually didn't list me as the person who contributed the most … Klein immediately looked at the great detective, Eichinger Stanton, in a different light.
It's no wonder he's so authoritative in the detective circle!
Seeing that no one raised any objections, Eichinger nodded gently.
"I hereby announce that Detective Sherlock Moriarty's bounty is 300 pounds!"
With a rumble, the detectives in the activity room whispered to each other.
From time to time, they would look up at Klein, as though they had finally gotten to know this excellent detective who had been praised by Mr. Stanton as a deduction expert.
What a generous and fair person … Klein gaped, but he ultimately didn't act humble.
The person with the second highest bounty was Eichinger himself and Kaslana. They each took 160 pounds, while the other detectives split the remaining 380 pounds based on their different contributions. Among them, the lowest received 15 pounds, which was equivalent to three to four weeks of their usual earnings. This was the benefit of having a high bounty on a major case.
Stuart, who received 40 pounds, was very satisfied because he felt that he had only done two days of observation, and that the person he was observing wasn't the suspect he had later identified.
Of course, he had to pay out a portion of the 40 pounds. He had to take care of all the informants and helpers involved in this matter.
After distributing the bounty, Stuart suddenly recalled something. He took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and said to Klein, "Sherlock, I recently accepted a search mission that pays very handsomely.
"Sherlock, I recently accepted a search mission with a generous reward. Use your resources and help me look out. If I can find her, I'll give you a share."
"Alright, no problem," Klein replied indifferently.
Stuart handed over the piece of paper in his hand and said, "It's this person.
He's been missing for nearly two weeks. "
"As he's involved in indecent matters or a certain level of crime, the client doesn't wish for us to seek the help of the police."
Klein nodded slightly, unfolded the piece of paper, and saw a black-and-white photo that had been copied.
It was a man with his hair combed back diagonally, and he had a suave demeanor amidst his seriousness.
He was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, and his looks were delicate and handsome. However, there was an undisguised arrogance in his eyes. He had a high nose bridge and thin lips.
"By the way, his name is …" Stuart recalled and said, "Emlyn White."
Emlyn White … Klein suddenly turned his head and looked at Stuart.
"Ah?"
Isn't that the name of the vampire imprisoned in the basement by Father Utravsky?
…
Inside the Duke Of Negan's residence, Audrey, who had been invited to participate in the afternoon tea party, listened to her mother and Duchess Della chat about matters between the nobles in boredom.
Her gaze swept across the exquisite three-tiered rack, the unique muffins, cakes, and other delicious items. Feeling that she had been indulging her appetite recently, she gently picked up her teacup and took a sip of the black tea.
After a while, she got up apologetically and went to the bathroom with the maid accompanying her.
Just as she came out, she met a tall, well-dressed middle-aged lady with slender eyebrows.
She was none other than Duchess Della's younger sister, the wife of a viscount, Lady Norma.
After bowing, Norma looked at Audrey and chuckled.
"I heard that our beautiful girl is very interested in mysticism?"
She mentioned mysticism. Could it be that someone from Psychological Alchemy is here to test me? Audrey instantly switched to her Telepathist state and lowered her head in embarrassment.
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