The message "Justice" needs to sell Star Crystal is not entirely for fishing purposes.
In addition to wanting to see if this "Justice" is the same as Tarot Club, Angel is also planning to sell the remaining Star Crystal on hand.
The 50 grams of Star Crystal she received when she made the batch of "Storm Convergence" bullets for the church had a lot left over because the production success rate was higher than expected. In addition, in order to stock up on goods, she had gone to Tingen City's Evil Dragon Bar was sold at a low price on the trading market. Although the Star Crystal I currently own is not enough to make a whole copy of "Seer" Potion, it is not far off.
If the reportedly generous acquirer can offer a reasonable price, she won't mind parting with it.
After writing the transaction information on the message board, Angel left the dull trading market, passed through the bar on the first floor where shouting and cursing continued, and returned to the street of Port District.
There was still a lot of time to go out, and she was going to meet "Artisan" of Enmat Harbor introduced by "Hanged Man".
Oak District, Golden Avenue.
Oak District next to Port District is the industrial zone of Enmat Harbor. Even though it is adjacent to the coast, the thick smoke from the chimneys of various factories during the day fills the area with Gray Fog that never seems to dissipate.
Taking a hired carriage to Golden Avenue, Angel saw the towering "God of Steam and Machinery" church bell tower at a glance.
Well, maybe it's because the clouds here are particularly low...
Perhaps Oak District workers rarely hired carriages to travel, and the carriage driver she rode in was not very familiar with this area, so he only sent her to the intersection instead of going directly to "Kavi Clock Shop".
Angel had to search all the way along the street.
"'Gears and Wrenches' grocery store...'Worker's Home' hotel...'Lubricant' bar..."
Passing by store names full of regional characteristics, she almost wanted to find a store and go in to inquire, but she finally found the "Kavi Clock Shop" sign hanging in the corner.
It was a small shop sandwiched between two beautifully decorated facades. Judging from the width of the area, it was only one-third that of other street-facing shops. The glass door, which could barely accommodate one person in and out, seemed to have been stained with oil since it had not been cleaned for a long time.
After raising his head and carefully confirming that the store name was correct, Angel knocked on the door cautiously.
Bang bang——
"The door is unlocked."
A hoarse female voice came from inside.
She pushed Door Opening and walked in. What she saw was a shop of about 30 square meters. The front was small and the back was trapezoidal. Next to the window facing the street were two glass display cabinets. Inside, there were more than ten watches and pocket watches placed here and there. A thin layer of dust had already accumulated on the cabinets.
Wall Clocks of different shapes hang on the walls on both sides that extend gradually wider inward. A woman about thirty years old, wearing a stain-resistant khaki coat, is picking up an avant-garde Wall Clock on tiptoes, squats down carefully, and puts it into a wooden box beside it.
At the end of the room was an iron door, which was locked. Next to the door is a long solid wood table, with a gas lamp standing next to it. The light is guided and focused on the table by a set of optical lenses. An old man with gray hair sits in front of the table, wearing a monocular magnifying glass and carefully studying a pocket watch in his hand.
It seems that this is "Artisan" Kavi.
Angel bypassed the busy women and walked forward. When the old man heard the footsteps and raised his head, he smiled and asked:
"Hello, is this Mr. Kavi?"
The old man glanced at her doubtfully, shook his head, reached out to adjust the eyepiece, and continued to fiddle with the pocket watch.
What's happening... Did "Hanged Man" miss some steps and need a password to come here?
"I'm Kavi, what do you want?"
The female voice that just invited her in came again. Angel looked back and saw that the woman who was packing Wall Clock closed the wooden box containing the items, patted the dust on her hands, stood up and said.
"... I'm looking for 'Artisan' Kavi."
A smile of unknown meaning appeared on the woman's face, she stepped out of the shadows, let the light from the gas lamp shine on herself, and repeated, "Yes, I am 'Artisan' Kavi, what do you want?"
It seems that I made a big mistake, even the person I was looking for was wrong...
Angel felt regretful in his heart, but continued calmly on his face, "Sorry, I thought it was..."
"Hmph, it's not surprising. Many people admit their mistakes when they first come here."
Kavi Already Got Used To It seemed to be ignored by the visitor. He shook his head indifferently, his long brown hair swaying like waves.
"Tell me why you're here. You're not here to buy a pocket watch, are you?"
Seeing that Kavi didn't care that he recognized the wrong person, but went straight to the topic, Angel breathed a sigh of relief, took out the box containing the strange revolver from under his cloak, unlocked the lock in front of Kavi, and opened the lid a crack.
The smell of blood instantly filled the entire room.
"This revolver originally had a damaged hammer and was scrapped, but it seemed to have a strange reaction with a piece of Beyonder Characteristic that was put together, and it became what it is now."
Angel handed over the box after a brief introduction.
Kavi put away his self-deprecating expression, took the iron box with a serious face, and opened the lid completely.
Cole Granger The worn out large-caliber revolver has turned completely black, and even glows a little under the light, as if the material it is made of has changed from metal to an unknown animal carapace, and the strong smell of blood is emitted by this unknown material.
Without the iron box that could isolate Spirituality, it seemed that it sensed the gazes of the two men. The aura around the revolver became like substance. The almost liquid crimson gas quickly filled the entire iron box, dripped from the edge, and disappeared without a trace after leaving the pistol for a certain distance.
After frowning and observing for a while, Kavi returned the box to Angel and motioned for her to take it. He took out a magnifying glass with a wooden handle, ignored the bloody gas that escaped, and moved closer to the black pistol to observe carefully.
Angel held the iron box with both hands and did not dare to move.
But the gas that spread out of the box and was already visible to the naked eye gradually spread, and her nose was slowly filled with the thick smell of blood. It was like being covered by invisible hands, making it difficult to breathe.
There was a sound of tables and chairs colliding behind her. She turned her head and saw that the old man she had mistakenly thought was "Artisan" had stood up from the chair. He took off his monocular magnifying glass and looked at the two of them with vigilant eyes. He fumbled under the table with his right hand and pulled out a double-barreled Hunting Rifle with a sawn barrel.
Angel subconsciously wanted to take out the gun, but seeing that the old man did not raise Hunting Rifle, but instead held the gun body in his hand like a warning and lowered the muzzle, he did not make any drastic action.
"Okay, it's all clear."
A heavenly voice came, breaking the imminent danger in the room.
Kavi carefully put away the magnifying glass and pressed the lid of the iron box. The smell of blood that filled the room and the crimson gas gathered around the iron box disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if everything just now was just the illusion of the three people.
The shoulders of the old man holding the gun obviously relaxed. He roughly stuffed the double-barreled Hunting Rifle back under the table, squirmed his lips, muttered silently, and sat back in the chair.
"Let me ask first, are you planning to sell this Mystical Item, or are you just asking me to identify its uses and negative effects?"
Mystical Item!
Angel captured this keyword.
According to Old Neil's occult class and the poor knowledge left by Cole, Angel knows that this word refers to an item that possesses some or all of Beyonder Characteristic's abilities after being combined with Beyonder Characteristic, rather than Beyonder Weapon that imitates a small part of its characteristics through Spiritual Materials.
Of course, usually their negative effects are far stronger than ordinary Beyonder Weapon.
Without hesitation, she blurted out. "Just identify the purpose."
As if he had expected her answer, Kavi nodded.
"Okay, 100 pounds."
"What?"
Angel almost thought that he heard it wrong, or that the other party heard it wrong and thought he was going to sell this item?
"I'm talking about identification!"
"Yes, this is the appraisal fee."
Mystical Item no longer had the serious attitude of studying Mystical Item just now, Kavi's expression became cunning. Seeing Angel stunned, she laughed so hard that her long hair kept shaking.
Angel almost wanted to put the box away and walk away, but considering that this might be the only appraiser she could find in her social circle, she resisted this impulse.
Fortunately, I took all the cash with me when I left Tingen, otherwise I'm afraid my trip would have been in vain...
She silently reached into her cloak and took out a stack of banknotes. These were Gold Pound that she had put in different pockets in advance. They totaled just over three hundred pounds. She kept the large bills in ten-pound sheets and in groups of ten, so that even if they were stolen or lost, they would not lose everything.
Holding one hundred pounds in her hand, she said with a sullen face:
"Speak first, then pay."
"Well, there's a church across the street. I hope you won't do anything stupid."
Is she afraid that I will run away after hearing the contents of the appraisal? But what's the point of reminding me that there is a church opposite... Could it be that she is related to "Church of the God of Steam and Machinery", or is she simply a believer...
Angel nodded to express her understanding. No matter what, she had no intention of defaulting on her debt, so she naturally didn't have to worry about the "church".
"This revolver should have absorbed part of Beyonder Characteristic's power, corresponding to Sequence 7 of a certain Pathway, which is Beyonder Characteristic of Mid Sequence. However, this power is incomplete, and Beyonder Characteristic has been contaminated to a certain extent, so it only has two abilities."
Kavi entered working mode again and slowly and clearly introduced the characteristics of Mystical Item. Angel also held his breath and concentrated, writing each word in his mind.
"First of all, it can passively improve the attack effect of all bullets, adding flames that can damage Spirit Body to it. It is also effective against living creatures, with an improvement of about 50%. Each attack consumes a small amount of the user's Spirituality. When the user's Spirituality is insufficient, this feature will automatically fail."
"Then, it can consume a large amount of the user's Spirituality in one fell swoop, making the attack extremely lethal. I estimate it will be several times more powerful than flame bullets. If you have a specific value, would you like me to test it for you?"
Seeing Angel shaking his head in refusal, Kavi sneered and continued:
"But after such an attack, it will immediately enter a state of negative effects. Well, just like that, it emits a strong smell of blood that can be smelled hundreds of meters away. And let alone using it at this time, just holding it will cause you to fall into a state of dizziness and weakness of anemia. Until you provide it with enough blood, it can return to normal."
"In addition, regardless of whether you are under negative effects or not, when you hold a weapon, you will be more susceptible to the enemy's curse. The effect will be stronger and you will be more likely to be hit."
"Putting it in a container that isolates Spirituality like now can block the negative effects, but you still have to restore it to normal state the next time you use it. In short, you only have one chance to pay debts."
Ending the introduction with a pun, Kavi reached for the banknotes Angel held in his hand, counted them quickly, stuffed them into his jacket pocket, and patted them in a gesture.
"Thank you for your patronage."