eurekapd Chapter 85: Klein, the Newcomer
Chapter 85: Klein, the Newcomer
Chapter 85: Klein, the Newcomer
As the thought crossed his mind, Sirien nodded slightly in response.
"Yes, but you'll need items of equal value."
After a brief silence, the person continued:
"I have two magical items that I can use to trade with you. One of them is a one-time use magical item, but it is extremely powerful and can unleash the power to destroy a building in a short period of time."
"The other item is a magical artifact that allows the user to communicate with and control the undead. It can use different spirits to perform various magic and create various supernatural phenomena. It is quite comprehensive, but at the same time, its negative effects are also quite dangerous."
Cyril leaned forward slightly, feigning interest: "Could you elaborate?"
The person wearing a hood and a brown mask nodded slightly.
"The former is a severed hand, which can be thrown away when needed. The latter is an eyeball, which must be replaced with one's original eye before it can be used, and will cause the body to gradually die with each use."
...Could that severed hand have been taken from some "Rose Bishop" or "Shepherd"? This guy's motives are definitely not pure.
It's also a pain that you have to replace your own eyes to use the eyeballs. They're something from the "Death God" pathway, and you have to put them on yourself. Even if you don't use them, you'll age abnormally and die under the corrosive influence of the death aura.
Pulling her wandering thoughts back, Sirion shook her head and refused the other party's request for barter:
"I'm sorry, these two items are too restrictive and have no practical use for me. I'll choose cash instead."
The man fell silent again, and after a long while, he said in a low, hoarse voice:
"If you're willing to wait a little longer, I can raise the cash before we do the deal, so you can make an extra profit."
Before he could finish speaking, the old man with the "eye of wisdom" sternly interrupted him: "I do not object to your private transactions because I am not responsible for the safety of your private transactions, but you cannot discuss them at the party, and you certainly cannot conduct private transactions around the party or at the same time."
"If your lack of rigor leads to you being targeted by official extraordinary individuals, it could ultimately implicate our gathering. I will not allow that to happen."
As he spoke, the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom" wearing a dark gold mask suddenly exuded an irresistible majesty, like a superior looking down on a subordinate, making people subconsciously want to obey his words.
Ignoring the imposing aura emanating from him, Cyril nodded in agreement:
"I think what the 'Eye of Wisdom' said makes sense. If you can't show your sincerity, then I'll choose to do business with the 'Eye of Wisdom'."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cyril suddenly felt a strong, oppressive malice descend upon him. Then, the person sitting opposite him spoke in a low voice:
"I can give you one of those two magical items I just mentioned as a deposit."
Cyril raised an eyebrow slightly: "Is it that disposable severed hand?"
"That's right." The other person nodded in agreement.
"Be aware of the negative effects of magical items, as well as the hidden dangers," the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom" offered a brief reminder before falling silent.
As the organizer of the gathering, he has an obligation to warn members when trading dangerous items, but as a competitor buying the same item, he cannot be too overtly aggressive, as this would be seen as using his status to suppress other members.
Sirion nodded gently to the old man, the "Eye of Wisdom," and said, "I know."
After a slight pause, he continued, "So I plan to trade directly with you, even though the price won't meet my expectations."
...But it was something I got for free, so it's practically free. I won't lose money no matter how many I sell it for.
"Hmph!" The person who appeared to be a member of the Aurora Society snorted coldly, but did not say anything more.
The old man with the "eye of wisdom" looked at him and said calmly, "Okay."
Then a waiter in a black robe approached, and Sirion casually placed the iron box containing the extraordinary characteristics of the "hermit" onto the waiter's tray. After being notarized by the old man "Eye of Wisdom," the waiter returned to him with a tray containing 1300 pounds in cash.
During the transaction, there was a knock on the door of the living room. After receiving permission from the old man known as the "Eye of Wisdom," the servant waiting outside led in a person wearing a gray robe and a brown mask.
Although he had covered his body very well, the grayish-white mist on his body, which was obvious and subtly echoed something detached from reality, could not be concealed.
Klein... so today is the day he's supposed to join the gathering called by the old man "Eye of Wisdom".
He sighed inwardly, then looked away and carefully put away the cash on the tray in the waiter's hand.
During this time, he noticed envious glances from Klein.
...It seems that my large cash transaction has stimulated Mr. Fool, who is currently still in poverty.
The party continued as the newly joined Klein found his seat.
"I need someone to help me clean out the wild animals in the sewers. They've eaten so many of the herbs I've planted, and they're only eating the non-poisonous ones!"
"The reward I can offer is four bottles of precious medicine. Two of them are for treating external injuries, and the other two can enhance a man's sexual ability. Even a man in his seventies or eighties can return to his peak youth after taking the medicine."
"Hey, this is my masterpiece, my secret recipe!"
"Even if the potion has expired, it will still work, but the effect will spread from one place to the whole body, giving the user a comprehensive enhancement of physical fitness for half an hour, after which the user will fall into a period of weakness, similar to the berserk potion that is popular in the Southern Continent."
"
After he finished administering his potion, the room fell silent, and no one seemed inclined to speak.
After a moment of silence, Sirion curiously asked the question that most of the people here had been wondering:
Why did you plant herbs in the sewer?
Cyril's words seemed to have hit a nerve, and the other party immediately began to complain incessantly:
"It's because there isn't a single decent piece of land in Backlund!"
"Everywhere here are buildings and concrete surfaces. Even if you can find a few patches of land with soil, the soil there has long been polluted by the surrounding factories, unless it's in the suburbs far from the city. But why would I come to Backlund in that case?"
"Fortunately, after my persistent search, I finally discovered that the sewers here are the most suitable place to grow herbs. The soil there is fertile, and it is far away from people, so I don't have to worry about them being pulled up by starving homeless people for a meal."
"But now even the sewers aren't safe. Who would have thought that rats would live in those dark, damp, dirty, and smelly places?"
Other creatures besides cockroaches exist.
Sirien suppressed a laugh and inwardly sympathized with the unfortunate "pharmacist" for a second.
After a moment's thought, he decided to take on this unprofitable commission. He remembered that the wild beasts active in the sewers seemed to be related to the Aurora Society, and there might be additional developments. At the same time, he also wanted to win over a "pharmacist".
Although this Sequence 9 "pharmacist" cannot compare to a vampire who is born with Sequence 7, he cannot change Emlyn's hostility towards him in a short time and can only settle for second best.
Composing himself, he addressed the "pharmacist" who had been rambling on:
"I can accept the commission, but places like the sewers are dirty and smelly... that will cost extra."
"Also, if the situation there differs from your description, I will abandon the mission or offer additional compensation."
"This..." The "Pharmacist" hesitated, glancing around. Seeing that no one else showed interest in his request, he reluctantly said:
"I can offer you additional compensation depending on the situation, but no more than 30 pounds. After all, the value of those herbs is only so-so. If it's too expensive, I might as well give up."
"Okay," Sirion nodded in response.
Although he felt the dangers in the sewers were more than just four bottles of potion plus 30 points, he also believed that the poor "pharmacist" couldn't afford any more money. Moreover, he wanted to build a closer relationship and hopefully recruit the other party, so he could offer some discounts.
After the two reached an agreement, the old man with the "Eye of Wisdom" used the magical items he possessed to draft a notarized document:
"It doesn't require writing down a real name, a code name, or a handprint. It identifies each person by their unique spiritual aura."