Emlyn was not intimidated by Leonard Mitchell. Holding his silk hat, with a faint smile on his face, he calmly entered the house.
He didn't take off his coat because the " Potion Professor " always carried many accessories, and it wouldn't look so good without them.
Emlyn, dressed in his impeccably tailcoat, sat down, leaning back against the support, and began leisurely:
"Actually, it doesn't have to be that complicated."
"If you have it, quote the price; if you don't, just be honest."
"Of course, I'm pretty sure you have it."
He chuckled softly, his bright red eyes reflecting Leonard Mitchell's unconcerned, impeccably dressed figure.
Emlyn felt a sense of superiority and satisfaction in the situation where he knew what secrets the other person held while the other person knew nothing about him.
Leonard ran his fingers through his dark hair, casually sat down in the chair opposite him, and smiled without any sign of panic or confusion, saying:
"At least I need to know who wants it."
"Perhaps it's me, perhaps it's my friend," Emlyn said with a slight lift of his chin and an elegant smile.
Leonard narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if he was thinking about something.
Finally, he laughed:
"Alright, since you've already brought this badge, I'll answer you honestly."
"I do have a magical item that can Stealing other people's extraordinary abilities, but that's all I have."
"If you want to buy it, it's £7,000, no bargaining."
£7,000? Such magical items are so expensive? Even though he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still taken aback and almost lost his composure Sanguine.
In his mind, he had already automatically converted the money into how many Puppet and how many sets of Puppet costumes.
After a two-second silence, Emlyn smiled and said:
"I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next couple of days."
"Sure." Leonard Mitchell smiled slightly.
Emlyn left the house at 7 Pinster Street as if nothing had happened, hired a horse-drawn carriage to go to the Steam station in the North Borough, and then returned to the Bridge South Borough.
Taking off his hat, Emlyn glanced back at the carriage passing by the bustling street, chuckled softly, and stepped into the Harvest Church.
Between a roadside tree and a dark, iron-black gas lamppost, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly shifted, revealing Leonard Mitchell, with black hair and green eyes.
He appeared silently and without attracting the attention of any passersby.
"People from the Church of the Earth Mother?" Emlyn frowned slightly, speaking as if to himself.
He paused for two seconds before leaving Rose Street, where the Harvest Church was located.
"7,000 pounds? Why doesn't he just rob someone?" Above the Gray Fog, Klein almost blurted out as he heard " The Moon " Emlyn's report.
He had said similar things when he was Gehrman Sparrow, but the feelings he had in those two scenarios were completely different.
Based on the bounty Flower Bow Tie by Jodeson, the third mate of the " Golden Dream," Klein estimated that the price of a similar magical item would be around £5,000, or at most £6,000 even with a premium. Who knew that Leonard Mitchell would offer £7,000!
Could it be an item left behind by High-Sequence, with Stealing other people's extraordinary abilities being just one of its effects? No, if that's the case, the price would have to start at least at 10,000 pounds... Poet, how come I never knew you were such a shrewd businessman? You always seemed so carefree and didn't seem to care much about money... Klein couldn't help but sigh a few times.
Now that there were clues and a glimmer of hope, and that the problem could be solved with money, Klein didn't want to seek other avenues to avoid any unforeseen complications.
He quickly calculated his net worth and found that this was a price he could afford:
"Including the 300 pounds prepayment from the Apothecary, the 5400 pounds bounty from the ' Sweet-Talker ' and the money looted from the corpse, and deducting the 200 pounds paid to Miss ' Magician ', I now have a total of 12767 pounds in banknotes plus 5 gold coins, not even counting the 3 Soli and 8 pence in change."
"Furthermore, Miss ' Justice ' will pay off the £2,000 debt and the £1,800 ' Psychiatrist ' fee before the end of this week. I'm much richer than I thought; even in Backlund, I could be considered a millionaire."
Klein took a breath, no longer hesitated, and let the banknotes fly from the top of the pile of clutter and land on the table.
He carefully counted out £7,500 in cash and set it aside: £7,000 for the magical item and £500 for Emlyn's "risk" fee.
Alas, all that hard work for over ten thousand, and now it's all gone in an instant... Klein manifested the "world," had him assume a prayer pose, and told Emlyn that everything was fine, and that the ceremony would take place in fifteen minutes to receive the intermediary gift from Mr. " The Fool."
In addition, Klein instructed "The World" to tell " The Moon " Emlyn not to rush to complete the transaction after receiving the cash, but to wait until tomorrow Leonard Mitchell. He was afraid that the Zoroast Family Angel within Leonard Mitchell would detect the Gray Fog mist on the banknotes and wanted a "dissipation" process, just like when he gave Emlyn the badge.
Fifteen minutes later, Klein glanced at the remaining gold pounds, which had shrunk by more than half, sighed, and returned to the real world.
It was 10:40 a. m. on Friday, about 8 hours before the ferry arrived at Oravi Island.
It's time to intimidate the " Die of Probability " once again... Klein whispered, began the ritual, and brought out the iron cigarette case containing the " Eye of All-Black ".
He guessed that the fat Apothecary Darkwill had some suspicions, so he deliberately took the dice to the bathroom to dispose of them.
Seeing that the " Die of Probability " had quieted down again, Klein quickly dealt with the " Eye of All-Black " and the iron cigarette case, let out a long sigh of relief, and silently calculated the time:
"It should hold out until it's handed over to Darkwill's contact; no further action is needed."
Thinking of this, Klein began to consider another problem with considerable concern:
"The ' Eye of All-Black ' has appeared before the ' True Creator ' and has been subject to His mental corruption. The fact that it is brought out every few hours might cause Him to lock onto it and send powerful beings to search for it."
"However, each time it only lasts a minute or two, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Even if they notice, their sense of location won't be very accurate. Sigh, since it involves the ' True Creator,' I can't confirm it with Divination. I can only increase my vigilance. Fortunately, this is the last time for now, and we only have seven or eight hours until we reach our destination... Why did I set such a high bar for myself? Ugh, I wasn't thinking about anything just now."
Klein picked up the " Die of Probability " and returned to the living room, where he saw the fat Apothecary slumped listlessly in an armchair, while the owl Harry was full of energy and seemed to need no rest.
Is this the unique thing different creatures gain after consuming the same Potion? At least Miss " Justice " never said she didn't need to sleep... The uniqueness brought about by the owl's physiological structure? Sigh, I don't know enough about it. As expected of a keyboard warrior who knows a little about everything but only a little about everything... Klein sat on the sofa, put the milky white die into the ring box, and patiently waited for evening to arrive and for the ship to enter the harbor.
Time passed second by second, and the bright the Sun high in the sky gradually moved westward, getting lower and lower.
Just then, Klein, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly sat up, sensing a strong danger about to befall him!
This transcended the " Seer's" Spirituality intuition and the " Clown's" sense of danger, as if it originated from the invisible Gray Fog that strangely rippled around him.
"An enemy! ' The Tail Devourer ' Ouroboros or Saint from the ' Aurora Order '?" Klein opened his eyes, his expression unusually serious as he considered countermeasures.
At times like these, even the slightest mistake could mean the difference between life and death.
As for the fat Apothecary Darkwill and the owl Harry, they definitely won't escape unscathed!
He initially hoped that the visitor could only vaguely sense him and determine a large area, and might not be able to find him or the " Die of Probability ". However, considering that this was a ship and the nearby sea was uninhabited, the target seemed easy to lock onto, and the trouble would be even greater. So he had no choice but to give up.
Above the passenger ship, the void suddenly tore open, vaguely revealing an invisible door covered with various complex symbols.
Two slightly pale hands reached out from the crack in the door and pulled sharply backward, allowing the entire body to emerge.
He wore a black soft hat and a classic dark robe, which were favored by the elderly, but he looked to be under forty. His brown hair was slightly curled, giving him an unusually strong appearance.
Countless phantoms seemed to linger within his dark eyes, as if concealing layer upon layer of chaotic worlds.
Klein's sense of danger grew stronger, and the mere change in his expression frightened Darkwill and Owl Harry into immobility.
Without further hesitation, based on the contingency plans he had developed for similar situations over the past few days, he leaned forward and picked up the " Die of Probability."
"I'll make a behavioral judgment on the newly arrived malicious person. I want a 1!" Klein whispered, throwing out the milky-white die. He subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the die, which had just been threatened, would obey and play its role.
At the same time, he remained extremely calm to avoid the dice sensing his tension and taking advantage of the situation.
Amidst the clattering sounds, the " Die of Probability " rolled a few times before settling on a blood-red 1.
Above the passenger ship, the black-robed man, who was not yet forty, had his entire vessel reflected in his eyes.
He exuded Spirituality, scanned the area, reached out and grasped the void in front of him, and suddenly pulled open an almost invisible door.
This powerful figure stepped inside and vanished from the spot.
Klein, who was in first class, immediately felt that the danger had passed and couldn't help but quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
He gazed at the " Die of Probability " on the coffee table and couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
"If this die didn't have so many negative effects, it could be fully utilized; it would be an amazing tool!"
"As expected of a level 0 Sealed Artifact, and as expected of its Uniqueness ' Monster ' pathway..."
"What just happened?" The fat Apothecary Darkwill finally regained his courage and asked cautiously.
Klein remained in the same position and calmly replied:
You don't need to know.
"I understand, I understand, the more you know, the more dangerous it is." Darkwill wiped the cold sweat from his brow.
For the next few hours, nothing unexpected happened. As the Sun dipped below the horizon and darkness fell, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse appear in the distance.
P. S.: Requesting recommendation votes and monthly tickets on Monday!