Upon hearing Leonard Mitchell's invitation, Emlyn didn't show any fear. He held his silk top hat and calmly entered the house with a faint smile.
He didn't take off his coat, because a Potions Professor would always have many supplementary items on him. It wouldn't look good without them covering him.
Emlyn sat down in his well-ironed tuxedo and leaned his back against the support behind him.
"Actually, you don't have to go through so much trouble.
"If you have it, name your price. If you don't, be honest.
"Of course, I'm very sure you have it."
He chuckled as his bright red eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell's figure that didn't care about his clothes being neat.
This scene of him knowing his secret while he didn't know anything about him made Emlyn feel extremely comfortable and superior.
Leonard combed his raven-black hair with his fingers and casually sat on the chair opposite him. He smiled without any panic or doubt.
Without any panic or puzzlement, he smiled and said, "At the very least, I need to know who wants it."
"Maybe it's me, or maybe it's my friend." Emlyn raised his chin and smiled elegantly.
Leonard narrowed his eyes and turned his head slightly as though he was thinking about something.
Finally, he laughed.
"Alright, since you've already brought this badge here, I'll answer you honestly.
"I do have a mystical item that can steal the Beyonder powers of others, but it's the only one.
"If you wish to buy it, 7,000 pounds. No bargaining."
7,000 pounds? Such mystical items are that expensive? Although he didn't need to fork out the money, Emlyn was still shocked. He nearly couldn't maintain his demeanor as a Sanguine.
In his mind, he automatically converted this sum of money into how many dolls and how many doll dresses he would need.
After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said, "I'll think about it.
I'll give you an answer in two days. "
"Sure." The corners of Leonard Mitchell's mouth curled up.
After leaving the house at 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn acted as though nothing had happened. He hired a rental carriage to head to the steam train station in North Borough before returning to the south side of the Bridge.
Taking off his hat, he looked back at the carriage that drove past the bustling streets. Emlyn chuckled and walked into the Harvest Church.
In the middle of a street tree and an iron-black gas lamp pole, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly floated, revealing the black-haired, green-eyed Leonard Mitchell.
He appeared without a sound and did not attract any attention from passers-by.
"Someone from the Church of Earth Mother?" Emlyn frowned slightly as he muttered to himself.
He paused for two seconds and left the Rose Street where the Harvest Church was located.
…
"7,000 pounds? Why doesn't he rob it? "Above the gray fog, Klein nearly blurted out when he heard Emlyn's report.
He had said something similar when he was German Sparrow, but his mood was completely different in both situations.
According to the bounty offered by the Golden Dream's third mate, Flowery Bow Tie Jodeson, Klein estimated that the price of a mystical item was around 5,000 pounds. Even if there was a premium, it would at most reach 6,000 pounds. To his surprise, Leonard Mitchell had directly offered 7,000 pounds!
Could it be an item left behind by a High-Sequence Beyonder, and stealing the Beyonder powers of others is just one of its effects? No, if that's the case, the price should start at 10,000 pounds … My dear poet, why didn't I know that you were a profiteer in the past? You clearly acted very carefree and didn't care about money … Klein couldn't help but sigh.
Since he already had a clue and could see the light at the end of the tunnel, and it could be resolved with money, Klein didn't wish to seek other channels to prevent any accidents from happening.
He quickly calculated his net worth and found that this was a price he could afford.
Including the 300 pounds paid by the Apothecary in advance, the 5,400 pounds from Wormtongue's bounty, and the money obtained from the corpses, as well as the 200 pounds paid to Miss Magicians, I now have a total of 12767 pounds in cash and 5 gold coins. This doesn't include the change of 3 soli and 8 pence.
In addition, Miss Justice will pay the debt of 2,000 pounds and 1,800 pounds for the Psychiatrist characteristic before the end of the week. I'm much richer than I imagined. Even in Baekeland, I can be considered a tycoon.
Klein took a deep breath and without any hesitation, he made the cash fly over from the top of the junk pile and land on the table.
He seriously counted out 7,500 pounds in cash and placed it to the side — 7,000 pounds for the mystical item and 500 pounds for Emlyn's "risk."
Sigh, I've worked so hard to earn more than 10,000 pounds, and I've lost more than half of it in an instant … Klein conjured World and got him to make a praying gesture to inform Emlyn that there were no problems. In fifteen minutes, he would hold a ritual to receive Mr. Fool's bestowment.
In addition, Klein also got World to remind Emlyn not to rush to complete the transaction after receiving the cash. He had to wait until tomorrow. He was afraid that the Zoroast family's angel in Leonard Mitchell's body would sense the gray fog's aura on the cash. He wanted to "dissipate" the aura, just like when he gave Emlyn the badge.
Fifteen minutes later, Klein glanced at the remaining gold pounds that had been reduced by more than half. He sighed and returned to the real World.
At that moment, it was already 10: 40 on Friday. There were still about eight hours before the liner arrived at Oravi Island.
It's time to scare the Die of Probability again … Klein muttered as he held a ritual and brought out the iron cigar case that contained the All-Black Eye.
He guessed that Darkwill had some suspicions about this, so he had deliberately taken the die to the washroom to deal with it.
Seeing the Die of Probability calm down again, Klein quickly dealt with the All-Black Eye and the iron cigar case. He heaved a long sigh of relief and did a mental count of the time.
I should be able to last until I hand it to Darkwill's contact. There's no need to do anything else.
With this in mind, Klein worriedly considered another problem.
The All-Black Eye has appeared in front of the True Creator before, and there's even "His" mental corruption. If I take it out every few hours, "He" might lock onto "Him" and send powerhouses to search for it.
However, it's only for a minute or two each time, so it shouldn't be a problem. Even if they sense it, their sense of location won't be too accurate. Sigh, this involves the True Creator, so there's no way to use divination to confirm it. All I can do is be on high alert. Thankfully, this is the last time it happens. Furthermore, it's only seven to eight hours before we reach our destination … Why would I raise a flag for myself? Pui!
Pui! Pui! I wasn't thinking of anything just now. Klein picked up the Die of Probability and returned to the living room. He saw the chubby Apothecary slumped in a reclining chair, looking dispirited. As for the owl, Harry, it was brimming with energy, as though it didn't need rest.
Is this the different specialties that different creatures obtain after consuming the same potion? At the very least, Miss Justice didn't mention that she doesn't need to sleep … A unique trait brought about by an owl's physiological structure? Sigh, I don't understand it well enough. Indeed, it's a keyboard warrior who knows a little of everything … Klein sat on the sofa and placed the milky-white die into the ring box. He patiently waited for the arrival of the evening and the ship to enter the harbor.
Time ticked by as the bright Sun in the sky gradually moved west and lower.
At this moment, Klein, who was resting with his eyes closed, suddenly straightened his body. He sensed that intense danger was about to descend upon him!
This exceeded the spiritual intuition of a Seer and the premonition of danger of a Clown. It seemed to stem from the formless gray fog that had strangely appeared around him.
There's an enemy! Tail Devourer Ouroboros or a saint from the Aurora Order? Klein opened his eyes as he thought of a countermeasure with an abnormally serious expression.
At such a moment, he would have to consider reviving if he made the slightest mistake.
As for the chubby Apothecary Darkwill and the owl, Harry, it was impossible for them to escape!
In the beginning, he pinned his hopes on the visitor only having a vague sense of the area and not being able to find him or the Die of Probability. But considering that they were on a cruise ship and that there was no human presence nearby, it didn't seem difficult to lock onto a target. When the time came, it would be even more troublesome. All he could do was decisively give up.
Above the liner, the void was suddenly torn apart, and an invisible door covered with all kinds of complicated symbols appeared.
Two slightly pale hands reached out from the crack in the door and suddenly pulled it back, allowing the entire body to walk out.
He wore a black bonnet and a classic dark-colored robe that elders loved, but he didn't look to be in his forties. His brown hair was slightly curled, giving him an abnormally hard feeling.
His dark eyes seemed to have countless shadows lingering in them, but they also seemed to hide a chaotic World.
Klein's sense of danger intensified. Just the change in his expression frightened Darkwill and the owl, Harry, so much that they didn't dare to move.
Without any hesitation, he leaned forward and picked up the Die of Probability based on the contingency plans he had made for similar situations over the past few days.
"I want 1 point for judging the behavior of those who have just arrived!" Klein muttered in a deep voice as he threw out the milky-white die. He subconsciously prayed to the Goddess, hoping that the die, which had just been terrorized not too long ago, would be obedient and be of use.
At the same time, he appeared extremely calm to prevent the die from sensing his tension and taking the opportunity to mess things up.
Amidst the sounds of collisions, the Die of Probability tumbled a few times before stopping at a blood-red 1 point.
Above the liner, the black-robed man who wasn't even forty had the entire ship reflected in his eyes.
He emanated his spirituality and scanned the area. He reached out to grab the void in front of him and suddenly pulled open a nearly invisible door.
The powerhouse stepped in and vanished from his spot.
In the first-class cabin, Klein immediately felt that the danger was gone as he couldn't help but heave a sigh of relief.
He stared at the Die of Probability on the coffee table and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
If this die didn't have such a huge negative effect and could be fully utilized, it would be a divine artifact!
As expected of a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. As expected of a Uniqueness of the Monster pathway …
"W-what happened just now?" Only then did Darkwill find his courage and carefully ask.
Klein maintained his posture and calmly replied,
"You don't need to know."
"I understand. I understand. The more you know, the more dangerous it is." Darkwill wiped the cold sweat off his forehead.
In the next few hours, nothing unexpected happened. When the Sun fell into the horizon and the sky was completely dark, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse not far away.
PS: Asking for monthly recommendation tickets on Monday ~
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