"What? He knows me? "The chubby Apothecary named Darkwill was alarmed as he asked softly.
The owl stared ahead with its round eyes.
"I noticed that when he walked in and saw you, he was obviously stunned for two seconds."
"Maybe it's because I don't fit his image of an apothecary?" the chubby apothecary retorted.
The owl spread its wings and descended.
"If that's what you want to think, I can't do anything about it."
"… What books have you been reading recently?" The chubby apothecary's face twitched as he asked.
The Owl replied with a serious and solemn expression.
"My reading bias depends on your level of knowledge.
"It's a pity that you only know so many words that you can teach me. I have no choice but to read popular words that require less vocabulary.
"Moreover, these are all serialized in the newspaper."
Darkwill chuckled.
"I'll buy a cookbook later. It's called 'East Balam Bird Cooking Guide'."
Without waiting for the owl to speak, his expression darkened and he muttered to himself,
"He knows me? He looked like a typical Rouen, at least half Rouen.
"I've stayed in a few cities in Rouen using a fake name. It's not surprising that someone knows me, but I still have to be alert. If there's no news from the old man before March, I'll have to leave this place …"
As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the owl on his shoulder.
"Sometimes, you're still very useful."
"No, your eyes and your body language tell me what you're really thinking. Damn it, I clearly wanted a pet that could help me deal with monsters and gangsters. I gathered the potion formula and Beyonder ingredients according to the standards of a dragon, but in the end, I got a silly bird that only knows how to read newspapers and dramas. Damn it, I can't wait to give it another potion!" The owl was like a parrot, vividly performing with the chubby Apothecary's accent.
Darkwill's expression stiffened for a few seconds as he chuckled.
"It's good that you understand, stupid bird!
"If I didn't have the abilities of a Beast Tamer, you wouldn't even be able to withstand a single potion!"
In the herb shop, the man and the animal fell silent at the same time.
After a while, the owl pretended as if nothing had happened and said, "That's right.
"Darkwill, is this really useful? You've hired dozens of adventurers. "
"I'm not good at finding people, so I can only entrust it to them. Moreover, they must really find or confirm the old man's whereabouts before I will pay them. I won't spend a penny more!" The chubby medicine master clicked his tongue and said. Soon after, he sighed. "This old man always calls himself the lucky one and the winner of fate. Nothing should have happened to him …"
…
"Will the medicine made from these things really be effective?" On the carriage back to the Wind of Azure Hotel, Dhaniz looked at the paper bag that Klein placed beside him.
There were black herbs, oddly-shaped insect shells, and strange-colored flowers inside, making people feel that they were not very reliable.
Klein nodded.
"Yes."
"You've never drunk it before …" Dhaniz retorted subconsciously.
I believe in the chubby Apothecary. Although he has a foul mouth and is a little vicious, he's still quite kind … Besides, Captain Erland also believes that his medicine is effective enough … As a German Sparrow, Klein didn't respond to Dhaniz's doubts. He directly picked up the paper bag and threw it over.
Without needing any words, Dhaniz knew that the fellow opposite him meant that he should be the one brewing the medicine.
And he had recently gotten used to doing such things. He didn't have the urge to resist at all.
After returning to the Wind of Azure Hotel, Klein found a chair and sat down. He watched as Dhaniz lit the fireplace, hung up a clay pot, and added water and herbs.
Leaning back, Klein felt his head turn heavy. He was exhausted, as though he would fall asleep at any moment.
In order to wait for the medicine to be brewed and quickly resolve the problem of his illness, he forced himself to think of all sorts of problems to overcome his sleepiness.
On careful thought, in the battle with Vice Admiral Ailment, if I hadn't succeeded in my sneak attack and suppressed her from the beginning, preventing her from entering the rhythm she's best at, I might not have been her match at the very end.
The combination of invisibility and ailment is really like a bug. Together with an Assassin's Fatal Strike and Joy's restraint and interference, I really can't find her even if I wanted to, nor can I run even if I wanted to. I can only watch helplessly as my body gradually weakens and I'm infected with all sorts of ailments. I might even be charmed by her and give up resisting …
On the one hand, every Sequence 5 is very powerful. As expected of a level that's close to that of a demigod. On the other hand, the combination of the various powers in Creeping Hunger has obvious flaws. It's far from being flawless in all aspects.
Yes, the powers of a Sequence 5 Marionettist of the Seer pathway are very effective against invisibility …
I can help the chubby Apothecary find his teacher in passing, but without sufficient information and with only a picture, I can only try my luck and see when I'll encounter a clue. After all, I'm not a god. I can't find someone out of thin air …
Wait, in a certain sense, I'm really a god!
I can get the believers of the Sea God to help me find him. As long as that old gentleman named Roy King has come to Bayam, he'll definitely encounter someone or be seen by someone. And most of the natives secretly believe in the Sea God … This is called the sea of the masses …
Also, before Captain Erland leaves Bayam, I'll get him to introduce me to the military's liaison personnel. In the future, if there's any news, I can seek reimbursement from them. In the meantime, check the passengers who have registered in the past few months to see if there's a person named Roy King.
There's another solution. The radio transceiver has been placed above the gray fog for some time. If I take it down, I should be able to contact Arrodes. I originally planned on asking for Elaine's whereabouts, but now, there's no need to find that red-haired lady. I can change it to Roy King.
Hehe, I actually have three ways to find someone that many adventurers have no clue about!
…
Amidst his thoughts, Klein finally managed to concoct the potion.
Looking at the bottle of blackish-green liquid that Dhaniz had brought over, he hesitated for two seconds before reaching out to grab it and bring it to his mouth.
Gulp!
Klein immediately felt his throat burn as his face flushed red.
This reminded him of his previous life when he tried insanely spicy food.
Suddenly, he was wide awake, and his blocked nose was quickly unclogged.
Gulp … He barely finished it, feeling as though he had recovered from his illness.
By night, he had completely recovered. He no longer had any doubts about the Apothecary's abilities.
It's no wonder the potion's name is Apothecary … Klein wore his hat and left the inn with Dhaniz. Under the night sky, they left Bayam and arrived at a secret private harbor hidden on the other side of the forest.
Tonight, the Golden Dream would provide aid to the Resistance.
After some coordination and trouble, Dhaniz used the Soulfall Ritual to contact Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina.
After a while, the ship that was always brushed neatly and had a strange main cannon sailed into the private harbor. On the huge canvas were five types of gold coins. They were Rouen's gold pound, Feysac's gold horn, Intis's feilkin, Feynapotter's gold riso, and Lenburg's sassengold.
This was the Golden Dream's flag, as well as the symbol of this pirate crew.
It's still not professional enough. If it were me, I'd add Masin's gold, Segar's zloty, Balam Empire's patterned gold coins, etc., etc … Klein stood by the side with his hands in his pockets as he watched Edwina Edwards appear at the bow of the ship.
At that moment, she was wearing a hunter's hat, a rider's shirt, and a black coat. She matched the image of a female pirate admiral in the hearts of the Resistance.
Her usual attire would only make people think that she's a home tutor … Klein mumbled as he took a few steps back, allowing Dhaniz to run around and busy himself.
Under the arduous efforts of this pirate with a bounty of 5,500 pounds, a batch of food and cloth was delivered to Kalat and the Resistance. The transaction came to an end.
Dhaniz took a deep breath and came to Klein's side.
He forced a smile and said, "Is there anything else?
"I can return to the Golden Dream now, right?
"Also, how are you going to pay me for the next few days?"
That's just an excuse your captain and I came up with. In a certain sense, this batch of food and cloth is my payment … Klein nodded.
"Your captain has already paid it.
"You can return now."
"Really?" Dhaniz found it unbelievable.
Although Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina wasn't far behind him, he was still afraid that German Sparrow would suddenly go crazy.
Klein didn't respond. He turned around and walked away from the private harbor.
Dhaniz silently exhaled. He held back his excitement and quickly ran back to the Golden Dream.
After the ship sailed away into the night, and the private harbor belonging to the Resistance became smaller and smaller, he truly believed that he had returned to the Golden Dream.
At this moment, he felt that he had experienced too many things in the past half a month. This unprecedented excitement was like a wonderful dream.
At this moment, a sailor came over and asked curiously,
"Boss, did you really kill 'Steel' Maveti?"
Danitz immediately laughed out loud. He stole a glance at Captain Edwina and said to his subordinates, "Captain, Captain Edwina.
"I've made an important contribution in this matter. Let's talk while we drink!"
On the dark sea, the Golden Dream sailed further and further away.
…
After returning to the Wind of Azure Inn, Klein was about to sleep when he suddenly saw the colors around him turn abnormally bright.
The white bedsheets turned whiter, and the brown floorboards turned brownish-yellow. The dark red curtains were like fresh blood …
Azik Eggers walked out of the rippling Void Ripples amidst the scene of all sorts of colors overlapping each other.
He was still dressed in a shirt, bow tie, tuxedo, and top hat. His skin was bronze and his facial features were soft.
I'm so envious … I also want the ability to traverse the spirit world … Klein sighed inwardly as he maintained his appearance.
He smiled and greeted, "Good evening, Mr. Aztec."
Aztec took off his top hat and glanced at the unfamiliar face. He chuckled without finding it odd.
"Sorry, I came in a hurry. I should've knocked on the door first.
"What's the deal with that batch of documents related to Death?"
As Klein invited him to take a seat, he described in detail the matters that he couldn't explain in the letter. Towards the end, he casually mentioned West Harbor, saying that it involved King of Angels Medici and "His" descendants.
Aztec leaned back in his chair and frowned slightly.
"I have this name in my memories. 'He' should have the titles of Red Angel and War Angel …
"However, 'He' has long perished."
"He perished a long time ago?" Klein asked in surprise.
Aztec nodded and thought hard.
"I remember that 'He' was killed by Blood Emperor Alista Tudor."
Killed by Blood Emperor Alista Tudor? Klein's pupils constricted as he suddenly recalled the evil spirit that had lingered in the underground ruins of Baekeland for more than a thousand years.
It claimed to be an innocent killed by the Blood Emperor!
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