"The Church of Storms has finally made its move against Bansy Harbor?" Klein clenched his fist to his lips, coughed twice, and asked without any guilt or hesitation:
What's going on?
Elland, finding no unusual reaction from Gehrman Sparrow, withdrew his gaze, looked around, and said:
"I don't know exactly what happened, but I do know that it may involve high-level forces within the Church of Storms."
"And for some time prior to this, all ferry routes to Bansy Harbor had been cancelled, which may have been a sign."
Involving high-level forces of the Church of Storms? No, it should be the top-level forces. I suspect that the Pope of the Church of Storms, that Angel on Earth, personally intervened, even using a "0" level Sealed Artifact. After all, there might be an Angel King on the other side, Angel King even older than the Fourth Epoch, and His descendants... Klein nodded and asked calmly:
What was the result?
He wasn't surprised that the Church of Storms had only taken action against Bansy Harbor in the last few days. Even though the " Mandated Punishers " were known for their volatile and reckless behavior, they would still follow proper procedures in such important matters, such as making preliminary confirmations, evacuating some innocent civilians, and sealing off the surrounding waters. All of this would take time.
Unable to discern Gehrman Sparrow's true emotions, Elland sighed and laughed:
"There won't be Bansy Harbor for a long time."
... As expected of the Church of Storms... Klein clicked his tongue in amazement, filled with curiosity about the more detailed process.
He wanted to know if the " Red Angel " Medici had appeared, if he was really asleep near Bansy Harbor, or if he had been eliminated by the Church of Storms. He wanted to know what was going on with the native inhabitants of Bansy Harbor, what their intermittent way of speaking meant, and what secrets were hidden in the Green Lemon Restaurant and the Telegraph Office.
Unfortunately, with the destruction of Bansy Harbor, he could no longer obtain a definite answer.
Perhaps the Church of Storms ' internal records contain some information, but Klein had no way of finding out. As the " The Hanged Man," he simply couldn't access such classified documents.
Only after I've trained Mr. " The Hanged Man " into High-Sequence powerhouse, a Demigod, will I possibly know the answers to those questions... Klein sighed silently, his expression unchanged, and said:
"It's really dangerous there..."
Before he could finish speaking, his throat itched again, and he coughed violently a few times.
"Are you sick?" Elland asked, slightly puzzled.
He had originally thought that Gehrman Sparrow, like himself, was Beyonder with a significantly enhanced physique, and that he would not normally get sick before Aging. But now it seemed that his guess might be Error.
Klein hummed in agreement, offering no further explanation.
"A question that has no value or meaning... It would be strange if I didn't get sick after a fierce battle with the ' Disease Maiden '..." Danitz muttered disdainfully from the side.
Elland chuckled:
"I can recommend a Apothecary to you; it's more useful than going to a hospital or clinic."
"His extraordinary profession was this: his herbal shop in the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater, known for selling aphrodisiacs, but that wasn't his forte."
Does every Apothecary develop similar potions? Yes, it's definitely one of the most profitable potion businesses. It would be strange not to do it if you had the ability... Klein nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
"How come I've never heard of this?" Danitz asked in surprise.
"He only came to Bayam a few months ago. When was the last time you visited the ' City of Generosity '?" Elland chuckled and asked in return.
"When I was on your wrecked ship..." Danitz answered silently in his heart.
He thought back carefully and realized that in recent months, apart from this period, he had only passed through Bayam once at the beginning of his vacation. The rest of the time he was either at sea searching for treasure or drinking and having fun in other places and ports. He was indeed not very aware of the subtle changes in the " City of Generosity ".
"I've been in Bayam for quite a few days and been to the Red Theater several times, but I've never heard of that Apothecary! This can only mean that his aphrodisiacs are not very effective!" Danitz boasted stubbornly.
Elland smiled, not arguing with the great pirate, and turned to Gehrman Sparrow, saying:
"If it's just a normal illness, the Apothecary's price would only be slightly higher at most."
"Moreover, for you, the cost isn't important; what matters is recovering your health as soon as possible. No adventurer wants to be sick, because it means danger, becoming someone else's prey at any time, and an increased risk of losing control."
Indeed, maintaining good condition is quite important for Beyonder, but price is also a big deal, you know. If that Apothecary quotes 1000 pounds, I might as well go to the hospital to buy medicine, or describe in detail how I got sick and get a few potions from that honest Vampire Emlyn White! Although I already have more than 6000 pounds in savings and several Beyonder Characteristic, I still have to think about the future. I still want to acquire a magical item with Fatal Attack power, and I still need to follow the clues to High-Sequence Potion recipes... Klein muttered to himself.
In the mystical world, the recipes for High-Sequence Potion are priceless, which is why Klein considered purchasing the relevant clues.
After Elland left, Klein took the 700-pound bounty and gave Danitz 200 pounds.
He put on his hat, picked up his cane, and went out, coughing and blowing his nose intermittently, to take a carriage to the vicinity of the Red Theater.
Danitz was curious about the Apothecary's potion, so he stuck on a fake mustache, put on a baseball cap, and followed him. After Klein's guidance, he understood that covering one's face with a scarf was very eye-catching in Bayam, so he accepted the suggestion and bought a fake mustache.
As soon as Klein entered the alley diagonally opposite the Red Theater, he saw a man timidly emerge from an unmarked herbal medicine shop. Upon noticing someone, the man immediately lowered his head and hurried away.
Don't worry, we won't speculate on what kind of potion you bought... Klein coughed twice again, quickened his pace, and entered the dimly lit herbal shop.
His gaze swept across the room, and he suddenly froze, because the boss was actually an acquaintance.
The owner, dressed in a black robe like a country witch doctor, was in his thirties with black hair, brown eyes, a round face, and a plump figure. He was the same fat Apothecary who had a loose tongue and liked to make sarcastic remarks at the gathering convened by the old man " Eye of Wisdom " in Backlund. Klein had met him once in a circus and recognized him.
He no longer appears at the gatherings of Beyonder organized by the old man " Eye of Wisdom " because he left Backlund... Klein coughed and took two steps forward, saying:
"Prepare some medicine for me."
A round-eyed owl perched on the fat Apothecary's shoulder. Both man and animal looked up at Klein at the same time.
After a brief observation, the chubby Apothecary revealed a sly smile:
"Friend, it's so cold outside, don't do 'that kind of thing' outside, even though it is indeed very exciting."
What on earth is going on...? Klein was stunned at first, then he understood why the other person would say that.
"When I fought Tracy, I was affected by the power of Pleasure. My blood rushed to my head, and my body was in a state of flux, which left me feeling weak and vulnerable to disease. When I escaped, the cold seawater was alright because I was protected by divine magic, but the wind on the way was quite cold, which worsened my condition. All things considered, isn't this just like Pleasure in the wild and then catching a cold? As expected of Apothecary, your insight is quite sharp..." Klein kept his expression unchanged, just looking at the fat Apothecary without speaking or responding, waiting for the other to prepare the potion.
Danitz turned his head to look outside the herbal shop, struggling to suppress his laughter.
"What kind of lousy Apothecary is this? He can't even see the disease spread by the ' Disease Maiden '!" he thought smugly.
Seeing that the other party didn't respond to his topic, the portly Apothecary opened one cabinet after another, taking out common or strange herbs, insect shells, and other items, putting them into a paper bag, and handed it over, saying:
Put everything in water, boil for half an hour, and drink the resulting liquid.
"4. Soli."
It's a bit pricey... Klein glanced at Danitz next to him.
The latter immediately and automatically took out cash.
The portly Apothecary, while collecting the money, bent over, lowered his voice, and chuckled:
"I have a potion that will make you even better in that area, the kind with mummy powder added. Do you need it? I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"I know you might be very strong, but men always strive to be stronger."
First, I need a girlfriend... Klein shook his head dismissively, rejecting the fat Apothecary's sales pitch.
The fat Apothecary straightened up in disappointment.
His eyes darted around, and he sized up the two of them before casually asking:
"Are you adventurers?"
"Yes," Klein replied succinctly.
The fat Apothecary rubbed his hands together and said:
"I have a commission, but I'll only get paid after I complete it."
"How much is the reward?" Klein pinched his nose.
"100 pounds!" the portly Apothecary exclaimed, heartbroken. "Help me find someone named King Roy. He's my teacher. He told me to come here to meet him, but I've waited for months and haven't seen him, and I can't contact him anymore."
"Do you have a portrait, cough cough, or a photograph?" Klein inquired.
The portly Apothecary took a photo from a hidden pocket at his waist and handed it over.
The man above was quite young, with neatly combed hair, wearing framed glasses, and appearing refined and cultured.
"Your teacher?" Klein countered.
If you told me you were his teacher, I might believe you...
The chubby Apothecary coughed twice and said:
He's at least sixty years old, but he looks young.
Extraordinary ability or magical item? Klein nodded thoughtfully and inquired about the specifics.
After confirming that there were no items he could use to aid in Divination, he took the paper bag and left the herbal shop.
Once their figures disappeared at the alleyway entrance, the owl perched on the fat Apothecary's shoulder suddenly spoke:
" Darkwill, that guy might know you."