Holding the herbs wrapped in yellowish-brown paper, Bogda left Lawson's Folk Herb Store in a daze.
While waiting for the tracked public carriage, he suddenly came to a realization.
I spent ten pounds just to buy a bag of things?
That's close to a month's salary!
If not for his trust in Anna and Joyce, he wouldn't have brought so much cash to the Divination Club!
Could it be that Mr. Moretti is working with the black-hearted boss of Lawson's Herb Store to earn more profits by only charging eight pence for a divination? Th-this sounds like a classic scam case in the newspapers! Bogda connected the dots and began to suspect Klein. He even suspected Joyce and Anna.
The tracked public carriage stopped. He looked at the herbs in his hand, but he couldn't shamelessly return. All he could do was enter the carriage with a heavy heart.
…
Inside Lawson's Folk Herb Store.
The boss watched as Bogda's figure disappeared into the distance. He suddenly turned his head and shouted towards the back door where the herbs were stacked.
He suddenly turned his head and shouted at the back door where the herbs were stacked, "Shermin, stop buying herbs from today onwards."
"Why? Teacher, why? "A delicate-looking youth with unkempt hair walked out.
The boss smiled.
This is the 16th customer who came because of my fame. If this continues, I believe the Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind will all notice me. It's time to consider moving to another city.
"Then, does this shop need to be transferred?" Shermin nodded in enlightenment and asked with concern.
The boss chuckled.
"If you wish to stay, you can be the boss of this shop. In terms of identifying herbs and concocting medicine, you are already capable enough. Of course, remember to deposit fifty percent of your monthly profits into my anonymous account at the Backlund Bank."
"But, I haven't learned what you are truly good at." Shermin was tired of living in a city for less than a year, but he was also reluctant to part with the magical formula his teacher was good at.
The boss sat on a recliner and leisurely rocked back and forth.
"That's not something you can learn just because you want to …"
…
A cup of boiling dark-green liquid appeared in front of Bogda. The smell of smelly socks and the color that made him want to vomit made him deeply doubt his every move today.
The rooster's blood that had just flowed out was dripped with medicine. Bogda's father looked at his son worriedly.
"I think surgery is the best choice."
The small amount of rooster blood tumbled in the boiling liquid a few times before disappearing. Bogda took a deep breath and said,
"If this medicine doesn't work, I'll consider surgery."
"The Lord will protect you." Bogda's father drew a triangular sacred emblem on his chest.
When the boiling liquid cooled down, Bogda raised his right hand, closed his eyes, and tilted his head, gulping down the entire potion with the thought of not wasting ten pounds.
The stench of blood lingered in his mouth, almost making him vomit everything he had just drunk.
That night, Bogda realized that he had eaten something bad. He went to the bathroom six times and only fell asleep when the crimson moon was about to disappear.
After an unknown period of time, he suddenly woke up because he dreamed of being reprimanded by his boss.
"Thankfully, thankfully, I applied for three days of annual leave. I don't have to rush to the office." Bogda heaved a sigh of relief. He suddenly realized that he was in high spirits.
This was in stark contrast to the gloomy state he had been in for the past few weeks.
Bogda subconsciously reached out his hand and pressed on the right side of his abdomen. He felt that the region, which would sting him to the point of unbearable exertion, had become normal. There was only ordinary pain from pressing on it.
"It can't really be effective, right? That apothecary is clearly fooling me … "Bogda was surprised, delighted, and puzzled as he got out of bed. He stretched his body and felt his long-lost sense of health return.
He pondered for a long time and muttered to himself,
"According to that apothecary's instructions, I still need to drink the medicine twice. After I'm done, I'll head to the hospital to find a physician to take a look …"
"That apothecary didn't mention how many times I need to drink the medicine a day …"
"… I still feel that he's a little like a cheat …"
…
In the office of the Blackthorn Security Company's clerical staff, Klein had requested ahead of time to obtain an undisturbed environment.
He held a carving knife and expressed his spirituality as he seriously carved incantations and symbols on two pieces of silver accessories.
They were Hermes, which prayed to avoid calamity. They were two mysticism symbols that represented the Evernight Goddess and the Empress of Calamity and Horror.
Apart from that, Klein had also added the Goddess's corresponding Spirit Number, "7," as well as the relevant magical labels.
In addition, both sides of the charm and amulet had to be carved. As for the symbols, incantations, and labels on each side, their respective positions, and what special format they had, all of these belonged to the advanced category of mysticism. It was filled with falsehoods that were spread among ordinary people.
At that moment, Klein's right-hand side had quite a number of scrap carving materials. After repeated practice and confirming that he had mastered it, he dared to create amulets for his brother, Baansen, and sister, Melissa.
His psyche settled as spirituality surged out from the tip of his carving knife. He outlined the number "7" on the surface of the silver accessory.
He had already finished carving the incantations and symbols on the other side of the silver accessory. All that was left was to finish this side.
When the last carving was done, all the spirituality was strung together. Klein suddenly felt a strange, majestic, and terrifying power surge in the room.
The surge quickly disappeared, and the incantations on both sides of the silver accessory formed a whole in Klein's Spirit Vision. They emitted a serene and peaceful black color.
He put down his carving knife and rubbed the silver accessory that formed a circle and a vertical. He felt that it was warm to the touch with a hint of coolness.
"It's done!" He happily put the amulet he had previously created and the newly completed piece into his pocket. He planned on giving it to his brother, Baansen, and sister, Melissa, when the opportunity arose.
Such amulets created by Beyonders had certain effects. They could allow the wearer to avoid a certain degree of calamity without realizing it, but it wouldn't be too exaggerated. Furthermore, their spirituality would slowly dissipate. Unless they used high-level ritualistic magic and prayed for a complete solidification, a year was the limit. And high-level ritualistic magic had a terrifying requirement on spirituality. It wasn't something that Klein could afford at the moment.
When the time comes, I'll use my spirituality to outline it again … Klein nodded thoughtfully and began cleaning up the messy table.
He didn't make any items for himself for the time being, as amulets of this level had limited effects on him. Therefore, his goal was to further grasp the study of charms and combine it with ritualistic magic to create a few charms that could be activated with special syllables for self-defense.
After finishing his work, just as Klein walked out of the clerk's office and was about to hand in the scrapped materials, he saw Captain Dunn walking over in a black trench coat.
Dunn's deep gray eyes scanned him and the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Klein, the Holy Cathedral has approved of you. You are now an official member of us."
"Really? That's great! "Klein expressed his surprise in a half-genuine manner.
Dunn smiled and nodded.
"You can now collect your salary of 3 pounds for this week, and 4.5 pounds for the next week until the advance is paid."
"By the way, did I mention the Nighthawks' ritual?"
"Every official Nighthawk has to complete a mission independently. Only by doing so can they gain the recognition of their companions. Considering your previous outstanding performance, I believe you can replace it with an ordinary mission. When the time comes, I'll officially introduce you to all the Nighthawks in Tingen City. "
Klein answered without hesitation, "That's right.
"Alright!"
Three pounds and seven pounds from the reimbursement would be no problem for him to buy a suit of formal attire!
And there was still a lot left!
Hmm, I wonder when I'll be able to wait for the mission …
Klein waited until Sunday, until Selena's birthday banquet.
…
After changing into his formal attire, he used a brush and handkerchief to clean his half top hat. Klein looked in the mirror and walked down to the first floor with satisfaction.
At this moment, Melissa was sizing up Baansen's clothes.
"Is there a problem?" Baansen waved his cane, feeling a little guilty from his sister's gaze.
He examined himself and felt that there was nothing wrong with him. He was dressed decently enough.
Melissa retracted her gaze and said with a serious expression,
"Baansen, this is a very old suit."
"There will be many outstanding young ladies and ladies attending tonight's birthday banquet. I think your dressing like this is disrespectful to them."
Klein was originally full of questions, but after hearing Melissa's emphasis, he suddenly came to a realization. He smiled and went up to her.
"I'm about the same size as Baansen. He can wear my other tuxedo."
He had already told his brother and sister that he had bought a new suit. He said that the suit had been damaged by a thorn when he was inspecting some cultural relics. Therefore, the company had generously compensated him. Of course, he hid the fact that he had been promoted and given a raise. He was afraid that it would scare Melissa and Baansen, so he planned to tell them half a year later.
Baansen and Melissa were very envious of this explanation. They felt that the Blackthorn Security Company was an employer that was hard to find fault with.
"There's no need for that, is there?" Baansen still didn't understand the situation.
"No, it's very necessary." Klein nudged Baansen's shoulders and walked to the stairs. "My tuxedo is hanging on the coat rack."
After watching Baansen go upstairs with a blank look, Klein turned to Melissa and smiled.
"You hope that Baansen can use the opportunity of Selena's birthday banquet to start a beautiful relationship with a certain lady?"
He had read many newspapers and magazines recently, so he knew that the banquets of the nobles and the middle class often had the function of matchmaking.
Melissa nodded seriously.
"Yes, Baansen has already missed out on too much for us."
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