Serrated Dagger

Lorry saw that it was about twenty centimeters long, with a slightly curved blade and a dusky green sheen. Its edge was extremely sharp, while the other side was lined with dense serrations.

Lorry saw that it was about twenty centimeters long, the blade was slightly curved with a dim green luster, the edge was very sharp, and the back had dense serrations.

"Its name is the Serrated Dagger, and it has three effects: weakening, drowsiness, and poison. Every time it hits an opponent, one of the above effects can be inflicted.

"The Beyonder effects can still last for about a year.

"The specific expiration time can be judged by the color: when the blade turns completely white, it means it is no longer mystical.

"This is a failed Mystical Item, so the price is not expensive.

"The starting price is 200 pounds."

The lady lowered her arm, signaling that everyone could start bidding.

Was that the lady with an apparent "Artisan" behind her? In Lorry's impression, there were two participants with rather special sequences in the gathering of old man Eye of Wisdom.

One of them was the chubby Apothecary, and the other was the Artisan.

This dagger quite suits a Marauder... He thought nonchalantly, secretly sizing up the others' gazes without speaking up first.

The silence lasted for nearly half a minute.

A slightly gloomy male voice sounded:

"Too small.

"I still want a larger weapon."

Aside from him, no other participants spoke.

A look of disappointment could not help flashing under the hood of the lady in the corner. She had just prepared to put away the Serrated Dagger when she suddenly heard a voice coming from another direction.

"I think it's quite good for self-defense. 200 pounds, right?" Lorry opened his wallet again, counted out the corresponding banknotes, and handed them to the attendant.

Old man Eye of Wisdom glanced at him:

"The transaction continues."

Thanks to Lorry's deep participation as a newcomer, the atmosphere of the gathering was quite good, and soon someone else spoke up to sell things they had brought.

However, these things were of little use to Lorry, and he did not bid again.

Soon, the transaction segment ended.

Everyone began to exchange knowledge of Mysticism, though with some reservations.

Even an Apothecary can participate, yet I basically can't understand a thing... As expected, I'm still a rookie when it comes to Mysticism... Lorry felt like he was listening to heavenly books and could only let out a helpless sigh.

He looked at the old man on the single-person sofa and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Eye of Wisdom, is it convenient to talk alone for a few moments?"

Nor was Lorry sure whether it was his illusion, but did he seem to see a trace of relief flash in the eyes of old man Eye of Wisdom?

"No problem."

Old man Eye of Wisdom said in a relaxed tone.

The two of them entered the study next door one after the other.

"It's private enough here, it won't let the sound of our conversation leak out." Old man Eye of Wisdom smiled and asked, "Which piece of knowledge do you plan to buy?"

"A friendly tip, it's very expensive."

Lorry shook his head without hesitation:

"No.

"I just want to know which pathway that entity belongs to.

"May I ask what the price is?"

"2 pounds."

Old man Eye of Wisdom gave Lorry a deep look, casually stated a number, and after taking the banknotes handed to him, smiled and told the answer.

"It belongs to Sequence 9 of the Church of the Lord of Storms.

"The name is called...

"Sailor!"

After the gathering ended, old man Eye of Wisdom arranged for the participants to leave individually.

Perhaps it was because Lorry had exposed too much wealth, or perhaps because he was a newcomer, he thus obtained the opportunity to leave first.

Lorry did not return to Bravehearts Bar, instead directly hailing a carriage.

To be safe, he also did not return directly to his residence, but had the carriage drive toward the East Borough. After walking through a few streets, he hailed another carriage again.

Tossing and turning about on the trip, it was close to 10 o'clock by the time he got home.

After washing up, Lorry brought all of today's gains to the study, leaned against the railing of the second-floor balcony, and fell into deep thought as he looked at the crimson night.

"Glowa is actually a Sailor?"

"But if that's the case, why could he ignore a Double-Barreled Shotgun? As an ordinary person, why would Cyril make a Sequence 9 Beyonder work for him?"

--Cyril was an ordinary person, a fact Lorry was quite certain of.

His dark-black eyes were filled with doubt, and he tried hard to recall the process of the battle, attempting to review whether he had missed any details.

A few minutes later, Lorry shook his head with a disappointed expression.

He pressed his lips together tightly and murmured:

"Well, it doesn't matter.

"The answer to the question will most likely also be obtained from Cyril."

Lorry leaned against the railing and slowly closed his eyes.

In a daze, he seemed to see the old man sitting at the desk in his second-floor study, the corners of his mouth curving up happily as he solemnly told him that the 30 pounds he owed had been paid off.

"I knew it, you're a good lad." The old man spoke with a smile.

Lorry took a deep breath, and the hallucination before his eyes vanished.

The corners of his mouth slowly split open, his voice devoid of a trace of warmth:

"But what a pity, you misjudged me.

"Kindness might not save the lost lamb, but violence definitely can!

"I'll root out the real culprit soon."

He snapped his eyes open and strode toward the empty desk.

Adjusting his emotions, Lorry began to review his gains today.

They were old man Eye of Wisdom's notes on Mysticism, the Serrated Dagger, the cash in his wallet, and a promise from the Apothecary.

"Making money is hard, but spending it is easy.

"Especially when it involves Beyonders."

He flipped through his wallet and couldn't help sighing.

The 360 pounds from selling the Sailor Beyonder Characteristic had shrunk by more than two-thirds in less than two hours, and now his entire net worth was left with less than 110 pounds.

"I wonder how things are going over at Miles's side..."

Lorry hesitated slightly, suppressing the urge to visit Miles right now--even though he knew the other man likely hadn't rested at this hour.

"I'll ask tomorrow morning anyway; he has to pick up the milk."

Lorry put away his wallet, put the Serrated Dagger into the drawer, and prepared to buy a suitable dagger sheath tomorrow to make it convenient to carry close to his body.

Then, he cast his gaze onto the black-covered notebook. After skimming through it, he found that the contents of the notes were generally divided into three parts.

One part explained professional terms in Mysticism; one part covered introductory-level common knowledge about Mysticism, such as "Universal Prayer Procedure," "Spirit Vision," "Meditation," and so on; and the last part described methods of Ritual Magic.

This part had the fewest pages, recording fewer than ten basic ritual magics, such as "Cleaning", "Purification", and "Calming". The materials needed basically belonged to ordinary things, which even ordinary people could easily buy.

Among them, the ritual magic Lorry wanted to try the most was "Soundproofing".

"Once I learn it, I can sleep well..."

He clicked his tongue, added the purchase of materials for the ritual magic to the next day's plan, turned back to the first page of the notes, and began to read seriously.

The next day.

Lorry was awakened by the bell of the Steam Cathedral just like yesterday.

He struggled to climb out of bed, put on his clothes, and prepared to visit Miles next door when he suddenly heard the doorbell of his house ring.