The Church of the Storm has finally taken action against Bansy Harbor? Klein clenched his fist to his mouth and coughed twice. He didn't feel guilty at all as he calmly asked,
"What's the situation?"
Erland didn't notice any abnormal reactions from German Sparrow. He retracted his gaze and surveyed the area.
"I don't know what exactly happened. I only know that it might be related to the higher powers of the Church of the Storm.
"And before that, all the shipping routes to Bansy Harbor were canceled. This might be the so-called omen."
A high-level power involving the Church of the Storm? No, it should be a top-level power. I suspect that the pope of the Church of the Storm, the Grounded Angel, has personally taken action. "He" even used a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. After all, there might be a King of Angels on the other side, one that's even older than the Fourth Epoch, as well as "His" descendants … Klein nodded and calmly asked,
"What was the result?"
He wasn't surprised that the Church of the Storm hadn't taken action against Bansy Harbor until a few days ago. Even though the Mandated Punishers were known for being irascible and rash, they still had the necessary procedures when it came to such matters. For example, they had to make preliminary confirmations, evacuate some innocent citizens, or seal off the surrounding waters. All of this required time.
Erland was unable to discern German Sparrow's true emotions. He sighed and smiled.
"There won't be a Bansy Harbor for a very long time."
"… As expected of the Church of the Storm …" Klein clicked his tongue, curious about the more detailed process.
He wanted to know if Red Angel Medici had appeared, if he was really sleeping near Bansy Harbor, and if he had been eliminated by the Church of the Storm. He wanted to know what was going on with the natives of Bansy Harbor. He wanted to know what the staccato speech meant, and he wanted to know what secrets were hidden in the Green Lemon Restaurant and the telegraph office.
Unfortunately, with the destruction of Bansy Harbor, it was difficult for him to obtain a definite answer.
Perhaps there were internal files in the Church of the Storm, but Klein had no way to find out. With the rank of The Hanging Man, it was impossible for him to access such confidential files.
Only after I nurture Mr. The Hanging Man into a demigod High-Sequence Beyonder will I be able to know the answers to those questions … Klein sighed silently as he said without a change in expression,
"That place is indeed very dangerous …"
Before he finished speaking, his throat felt itchy again, and he coughed violently a few times.
"Are you sick?" Erland asked, slightly puzzled.
He originally believed that German Sparrow was like him, a Beyonder with a significantly enhanced physique. Before he aged, it was impossible for him to fall sick under normal circumstances. But from the looks of it, his guess might have been wrong.
Klein replied with a grunt and did not explain further.
A question without any value or meaning … It would be strange if she wasn't sick after a fierce battle with Ailment Maiden … Dhaniz muttered in disdain.
Erland chuckled and said, "I can recommend an Apothecary to you.
"I can recommend a pharmacist to you. It's more useful than going to hospitals and clinics.
His herb shop is in the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater. Heh, he's famous for selling aphrodisiacs, but that's not what he's best at. "
Does every Apothecary develop a similar medicine? That's right, this is definitely one of the most profitable medicine businesses. It would be strange if he didn't do it when he has the ability … Klein nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
"Why haven't I heard of him?" Dhaniz asked in surprise.
"He only came to Bayam a few months ago. When was the last time you were in the City of Generosity?" Erland asked with a chuckle.
When I was on that crappy boat of yours … Dhaniz replied inwardly.
He carefully recalled and realized that in the past few months, apart from this period of time, he had only passed by Bayam once at the beginning of his vacation. The rest of the time, he was either drifting at sea in search of treasure or drinking and having fun at other ports. He really didn't know much about the minute changes in the City of Generosity.
"I've been in Bayam for quite a few days and have been to the Red Theater several times, but I've never heard of this Apothecary! This can only mean that his aphrodisiacs are limited in their effects! "Dhaniz bragged stubbornly.
Elland smiled and didn't argue with a particular pirate. He turned to Gehrman Sparrow.
He turned to German Sparrow and said, "If it's just a normal illness, the Apothecary's asking price will be slightly higher.
"Besides, to you, it doesn't matter if it's expensive. What's important is to recover your health as soon as possible. Every adventurer doesn't wish to be in a state of illness because it means danger. It means that you will become a hunting target at any time, and it means that the risk of losing control increases. "
Indeed, maintaining a good state is rather important for Beyonders. However, price is also very important, alright? If the Apothecary were to ask for a thousand pounds, I might as well go to the hospital to buy medicine, or describe in detail the process of my illness and get a few sets of medicine from the honest vampire, Emlyn White! Although I already have more than 6,000 pounds in savings and a few Beyonder characteristics, I still have to consider the future. I still want to add a mystical item with lethal offensive power, and I still need to seek out clues to the High-Sequence potion formula … Klein mumbled inwardly.
The High-Sequence potion formula couldn't be measured with money in the mysterious World, so Klein wanted to buy the corresponding clues.
After Erland left, Klein took the 700 pounds bounty and gave 200 pounds to Dhaniz.
He put on his hat, picked up his cane, and went out, coughing and blowing his nose. He prepared to take a carriage to the vicinity of the Red Theater.
Dhaniz was very curious about the Apothecary's medicine. He stuck two mustaches, put on a cap, and followed. After Klein's guidance, he already knew that covering one's face with a scarf was very eye-catching in Bayam, so he accepted the suggestion and bought a fake mustache.
…
In the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater, the moment Klein entered, he saw a man cowering out of an unlicensed herb store. The moment he realized that someone was there, he immediately lowered his head and hurried away.
Don't worry, we won't guess what medicine you bought … Klein coughed twice again, quickened his pace, and entered the dark herb store.
He swept his gaze and was suddenly stunned because the boss was someone he knew.
The boss was wearing a black robe that resembled a village witch doctor. He was in his thirties, with black hair and brown eyes, a round face, and a chubby body. He was none other than the fat Apothecary who liked to mock others at the gathering convened by Old Mister Eye of Wisdom in Baekeland. Klein had once met him in a circus and recognized him.
He no longer appeared at Old Mister Eye of Wisdom's Beyonder gathering because he had left Baekeland … Klein coughed and took two steps forward.
"Give me some medicine."
On the chubby Apothecary's shoulder was an owl with bulging eyes. The man and the animal looked up at Klein at the same time.
After a brief observation, the chubby Apothecary revealed an ambiguous smile.
"Friend, the weather is so cold. Don't do that kind of thing outside, even though it's really exciting."
What's going on … Klein was stunned at first before he understood why the other party would say that.
When I was fighting Tracy, I was affected by the power of Pleasure. My blood surged, and my desires rose and fell. This caused my body to feel empty, and the diseases spread faster and easier. When I escaped, the cold seawater was fine, with the protection of the theurgy. However, the wind on the road was rather cold, making my illness worse. In summary, isn't this like getting sick from catching a cold while having fun in the wild? As expected of an Apothecary. You have sharp eyes … Klein maintained his expression as he looked at the chubby Apothecary. He didn't speak or respond as he waited for the other party to concoct the medicine.
Dhaniz turned his head to look out of the herb store, having a hard time holding back his laughter.
What kind of dogsh * t Apothecary is this? He can't even tell that Ailment Maiden is spreading a disease! he thought smugly.
Seeing that Klein wasn't responding to his topic, the chubby Apothecary opened a cabinet in boredom and took out common or strange herbs, insect shells, and other items. He placed them in a paper bag and handed it over.
"Put all of them in water and boil for half an hour. Drink the liquid.
"4 soli."
It's a little expensive … Klein swept a glance at Dhaniz.
The latter immediately took out the cash on his own accord.
As the chubby Apothecary collected the money, he bent down and suppressed his voice as he chuckled.
"I have a medicine that will make you more outstanding in that aspect. The kind that has mummy powder added. Do you need it? I guarantee that you'll be satisfied.
"I know that you might be very strong, but as a man, we always strive to be stronger."
First, I have to have a girlfriend … Klein shook his head coldly and rejected the chubby Apothecary's promotion.
The chubby Apothecary straightened his body in disappointment.
His eyes darted around as he sized up the two of them.
He asked in passing, "Are you adventurers?"
"Yes," Klein answered succinctly.
The chubby Apothecary rubbed his hands and said, "I have a commission.
However, I will only be paid after I complete it. "
"How much?" Klein pinched his nose.
"A hundred pounds!" The chubby Apothecary shouted with his heart aching for him. "Help me find someone. His name is Roy King. He's my teacher. He got me to meet him here, but I haven't seen him after waiting for months. Furthermore, I can't contact him anymore."
"Do you have a portrait, ahem, or a photo?" Klein inquired.
The chubby Apothecary took out a photo from a hidden pocket by his waist and handed it over.
It was a rather young man. His hair was neatly combed back and he wore a pair of glasses, making him look refined.
"Your teacher?" Klein returned with a question.
I might believe you if you say you are his teacher …
The chubby Apothecary coughed dryly.
"He's at least sixty years old. He just looks young."
Is it a Beyonder power or a mystical item? Klein nodded in thought and asked about the exact situation.
After confirming that there were no items that could be used to aid in divination, he took the paper bag and left the herb store.
After their figures disappeared from the alley, the owl on the chubby Apothecary's shoulder suddenly spoke.
"Darkwill, that fellow might know you."
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