"I see..."
Windmill Cat took the parchment, looking regretful, and said:
That's a real shame.
Gilan took a deep breath, suppressing her craving for the "panacea," and started to leave.
But Windmill Cat turned around and spoke again, calling out to him:
"Delicious friend, how about we change the trade?"
"If you want Vivi, then there's no need to say anything more."
Gilan stopped and turned her head to say something to it in a low voice.
Windmill Cat's expression was amused as he stared at the person and familiar before him.
"It seems you really love this little cutie, your affection is so deep, I almost shed a tear... Don't worry, this isn't the target of this transaction."
As it spoke, a look of inquiry flashed in its round, golden, vertical pupils.
"My bargaining chip remains any item on the list, but in exchange, you must tell me the specific details of the ritual to summon this little cutie."
Upon hearing this, Gilan pondered for a moment.
In reality, a strange look flashed in his eyes.
In exchange for the targeted summoning ritual " Probe at Hell's Border " from the < Branding Iron Secret Record >, you can obtain the "panacea" that can heal Miss Sparrow's scars.
For him, this was a sure-fire way to make money.
After all, knowledge can be replicated, and this is just a movie. Next time, Windmill Cat will forget everything and start over.
He could even exploit this rule to repeatedly steal various items from Windmill Cat's hands.
Although it didn't contain the " Wick Potion " that Gilan desperately needed, the other mysterious materials were still quite valuable.
Even though each item disappears completely after being redeemed and taken out of the film, their total quantity is still considerable, definitely a substantial amount of mysterious wealth.
Whether it is sold in the future or traded with other Spirit Mystic in the mystical realm, it will be an invaluable item.
"Okay, I agree to the deal."
After feigning deep thought, Gilan nodded in agreement to Windmill Cat's trade request.
Upon hearing this, Windmill Cat seemed delighted and chuckled repeatedly.
"Delicious friend, you've made a wise choice."
Based on her exceptional memory, Gilan carefully selected her words and began to tell Windmill Cat the story word for word:
"What I used was a targeted invocation ritual called ' Probe at Hell's Border,' the required materials of which are... and the specific procedure is..."
Windmill Cat listened very attentively, nodding occasionally as if he understood something, his eyes showing deep thought. At first glance, he looked like a studious and well-behaved child.
After Gilan finished explaining, it looked enlightened, as if it understood everything.
"Well, since our delicious customer has already paid the price, please choose any item from the list."
Windmill Cat kept his word and handed over the parchment again.
However, Gilan did not take it. Instead, she looked at it intently and directly stated what she wanted:
"A panacea!"
"Oh dear, my delicious guest, you are so cunning, choosing the most valuable item on the list."
The Windmill Cat's huge mouth grinned into a grotesque smile, with countless sharp teeth wriggling around, making it look quite terrifying.
"However, I am a renowned traveling merchant, with a reputation for integrity that is widespread. Since I have agreed to the terms of the transaction, I will not go back on my word."
It flicked its black cloak again, and from beneath it floated a fist-sized, dark green, chubby bottle that flew straight into Gilan's hand.
Here, it's for you.
Gilan accepted the "panacea" with a delighted expression.
With it, Miss Sparrow's appearance can be restored!
The entry for " Iridescence " then hovered above the chubby bottle, displaying:
" Foul Pus. A terrifying bottle of poison called 'panacea,' containing a suspicious liquid that is actually a mixture of 'sulfur slag' and 'highly toxic frozen soil' extracted from the depths of Hell."
"It contains highly potent toxins and highly concentrated Miasma and filth."
Damn it! I've been scammed!
Gilan clutched the bloated, hot-potato-like bottle and looked up.
Windmill Cat stood with his hands behind his back, watching him with a smile, seemingly unconcerned.
Gilan's heart sank.
He remained outwardly calm and took a deep breath.
Although he knew he had been deceived, there was nothing he could do about it.
The gap in strength between the two sides is simply too great.
Even now, when he looks at Windmill Cat, he still feels that the other party is unfathomable and quite dangerous.
But if one didn't possess " Iridescence " and knew the details of this "panacea," and rashly gave it to Miss Sparrow, the consequences would likely be...
Gilan couldn't help but feel annoyed at this thought.
'Sure enough, this Windmill Cat is sneaky and unpredictable; the so-called panacea was just a trap!'
He thought to himself.
Thankfully, the entry for " Iridescence " provided a hint, otherwise it would have been too late to regret it!
Gilan comforted himself, thinking that from another perspective, the deal was still profitable. After all, he had traded knowledge for something else, acquiring this rare and mysterious poison that he might need someday.
At the very least, it can be used to poison bullets and the Demon-Hunting Axe!
Anyone who gets involved will die!
Amidst a whirlwind of thoughts, he managed to maintain his smile.
Immediately, he casually said to the Windmill Cat:
Happy transaction.
"Ah, happy transaction, my delicious friend."
The Windmill Cat chuckled mischievously, but didn't forget to politely take its leave.
"I am your most honest traveling merchant, ' Windmill Cat,' so, farewell..."
Seeing that it was about to leave, Gilan suddenly had a brilliant idea.
He blurted out:
"I learned about the summoning ritual from an ancient book, but I haven't finished reading it yet... If I want to trade something else with you, where should I go to find you?"
Windmill Cat narrowed its large golden cat eyes, then chuckled and uttered a short, incomprehensible poem:
"The sun rises in the west, sulfur falls from the sky. Smoke billows through Faye, windmills grow on volcanoes."
After it finished speaking, molten lava gushed out from under its feet, filling the air with pungent smoke. Its entire body slowly sank into it and disappeared without a trace.
Gilan stood there, frowning as she pondered the other person's short poem.
Although he didn't quite understand its deeper meaning, he did grasp one of the key words—
Faye.
Could the "Faya" in the short poem be the same town as " Fayelan " in " Black Lake "?
Gilan had a sudden inspiration and began to speculate.
If that's the case, then there is indeed some mysterious connection between True Film Reel.
The present era is three hundred years removed from the era in which the Black Lake existed. However, according to the local chronicles of Fayelan, the Black Lake did not originally exist. It was formed due to a volcanic eruption long ago that altered the landscape.
Combined with Rembrandt's diary entries, during his Seclusion, he would occasionally smell a mysterious sulfurous odor and suspected that the ancient evil god " Duke of Sulfur " left his Footprint at the bottom of the lake.
'Could this be related to Windmill Cat?'
Gilan couldn't help but connect the clues.
He composed himself, put the matter aside for the time being, and then continued walking westward towards Leia City.
Fortunately, they managed to extract some useful information from Windmill Cat, which might give the Healing Knights a surprise.
Gilan grinned.
He knew that the Healing Knights had been searching for Windmill Cat, trying to eliminate this evil messenger who was causing havoc on humanity.
This short poem might just earn me a reliable reward from the Knights!