Gold Pounds?
Klein watched Lin Chuan calmly take out a notebook and deftly flip to a page he had set aside in advance. A feeling called "this doesn't bode well" immediately rose in his heart.
So all that talk about the Antigonus Family Notebook and the Seer Pathway formulas was just setting me up for this?
Klein was somewhat speechless. At first, he found the sudden shift to selling potion formulas rather odd, but on second thought, it did seem like a decent solution.
After all, if Lin Chuan simply gave him all the potion formulas of the Seer Pathway for free, Klein would have a hard time accepting them with a clear conscience. Buying them with a quantifiable currency like Gold Pounds was quite appropriate.
Of course, that was Klein's analysis of the matter. Lin Chuan's reasoning was much simpler: he just wanted to get money out of Klein's pocket.
After a moment's thought, Klein braced himself, sighed, and dutifully asked:
"...I only have seven pounds, sixteen soli, and five pence on me right now. I haven't received Mr. Elliott's payment yet, but even once I do, I'd probably still be a long way short of the price..."
He stopped dwelling on this painful subject. Talking about it wouldn't help anyway. With some reluctance, he asked:
"How many Gold Pounds would a Sequence 8 potion formula cost?"
Actually, I'd still be getting a bargain. Finding a formula for your own pathway is very difficult, and you often have to pay a premium. The biggest problem is not even having a way to buy one...
Strictly speaking, this is still a huge favor, but there's no need to draw such a clear line over it.
With that thought, Klein looked at Lin Chuan, who was flipping through his notebook, and