Chapter 58 It’s time to do bad things
Of course, the goal is to let the unscrupulous businessman experience the pain of going to jail and paying money, and it would be best if he could also be compensated for mental damages.
This is neither difficult nor easy.
It's just a more roundabout way than directly drugging the unscrupulous businessman and letting him learn a direct lesson.
Leonard is willing to pay 50 gold coins to have the unscrupulous businessman severely punished.
For Darien, this reward is not a big deal, but he has his own unique insights on how to deal with unscrupulous businessmen.
For a profiteer, isn’t the most painful thing to be cheated by another profiteer?
As a major profiteer, Darian has a special excitement about cracking down on profiteers, and has absolutely no sympathy with his peers.
"Okay, then we have a deal. I'll make him return the 50 gold coins to you with interest." Darien nodded.
Originally, the deal required a handshake, but he felt that Leonard, who had been around outside, was a little unethical, so he ignored this process.
Glenn's situation was a bit dicey. After getting the hammer, he could rush back and start working overnight, but he felt a little guilty about letting Leonard drink water soaked with the hammer for several days without knowing it. In addition, he decided to stay and help out in exchange for a free meal.
Although I don't know how he can help by staying.
To thank them for coming here specially and for their help, Leonard waved his hand and booked three rooms for them so that they could rest here for one night.
Leonard and Glenn were almost sober. The drinking contest at the dinner table just now made them feel that they had met too late. They asked the hotel staff to buy a bucket of wine and send it to the room. Then they closed the door and continued the drinking contest.
Then it would only be Darien and Sevier who would come up with the plan.
Playing a prank on someone without being fatal was a brand new challenge for Darien. Mr. Mage sat on the bed with his chin in his hand, thinking.
Sewell rustled aside, making the bed and lowering the curtains, making the room more suitable for sleeping.
"Sevier, I want to hear your thoughts." He couldn't think of anything for the time being, so he threw the question to Mr. Crow.
"We can try to make him unlucky first." Mr. Crow is worthy of being a crow. The idea he proposed is really bad.
When people are unlucky, they always become mentally sensitive. If you make a little noise at this time, they will become frightened rabbits. If you hang out a carrot, maybe the unscrupulous businessman will walk into the cage himself.
"That's a very good suggestion. Let's make that profiteer unlucky tomorrow. By the way, give him some medicine so that he will think he is cursed. What potion do you think is good?" Darien asked again.
"A potion that turns you into an animal. How about turning you into a sheep?" said Sewell.
They all thought of the mutton rice they had tonight. Lamb should be the main source of meat in this desert city. There was something funny and weird about putting the profiteer on the chopping board.
"Good suggestion. We should go back tonight and prepare some materials," said Darien.
Mr. Mage has always been average at work, but then again, people don't feel tired when they're doing bad things.
There are not many opportunities to do bad things openly without being morally condemned, so Darian is very motivated.
He jumped out of bed, without even putting on his shoes, and stepped directly onto the carpet with his bare feet. He took two steps at a time and pushed open the nearest door.
Sewell quickly picked up his slippers and followed. The gorse door led to the store. There was no carpet in the store, only waxed and polished wooden floors, which made your feet cold when you stepped on them.
Darien had just run a few steps into the store when his feet shivered from the cold floor. Before he could ask Sewell to find him a pair of shoes, he was grabbed by the ankles and forced into a pair of slippers.
Knowing what he is thinking is very considerate and deserves praise.
"Very thoughtful, well done, Seville." Darien did not hesitate to praise.
"My pleasure, dear master." Sewell stood up with his usual smile on his face.
Darien felt like something was a little strange, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Never mind, let’s go to the alchemy room first.
The ritual that will bring bad luck to people can only be performed tomorrow when they meet the profiteer who framed Leonard. Darian will make the sheep-transforming potion first.
The potion to transform into a specified animal is slightly more complicated than the transformation potion. It is a compound potion that adds several materials to the transformation potion. It directly uses the transformation potion as the base liquid.
"Sevier, find me some wool. I need wool as material." Darien said as he poured the transformation potion into the crucible.
"Would a wool rug be all right?" asked Sewell.
Trying to find wool from a living sheep in a high tower is as difficult as extracting gold directly from the air.
"It should be possible. It has to be plucked from a pure wool carpet without any other impurities." Darien stirred the liquid medicine in his hand without even looking up.
"Will dyed wool affect the efficacy of the potion?" asked Sewell.
"I don't know. No one has ever tried to use wool carpet to make a sheep-transforming potion. If you are willing to drink it, I can try it." Darien finally looked up at him.
"I remember there is a solid wool blanket in the storage box in the attic. Please forgive me for being absent for a moment, my dearest master." Seville did not answer, but slowly backed away until he exited the alchemy room.
"Ah, that's what cunning crows are like." Darion said to himself as he looked at the closed door.
The liquid in the crucible slowly boiled, and the wizard added the remaining ingredients besides the wool: dried nuts, finely crushed gemstone dust, and butterfly wings...
These things will melt in this pot of medicine, as will the wool that will be added later.
Generally speaking, Darien would not add anything extra to adjust the taste of the potion unless he was paying for it or drinking it himself.
But because he was going to do something bad, the sheep-transforming potion had to be colorless and odorless. Darien spent a huge sum of silver coin on it, and the brown mixture in the crucible became clearer and clearer as he stirred it.
It took a long time for Seville to push open the door of the alchemy room and come in again. There was a distinct smell of dust on his body. It seemed that the box containing the wool blanket was really hidden very deep.
The fire in the crucible in front of Darien had gone out. He was flipping through the record book of alchemical material expenditure and income with a bit of boredom, basically not reading it, wondering when Seville would come back.
"You're too slow," he said, looking up. "I've already put out the cauldron, or it would have boiled dry."
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," said Sewell.
He took out the ball of wool in his hand. In order not to damage the blanket, he took some time to pull out the wool strands like silk, and got out this small ball.
Darien didn't say anything more. He picked up the small ball of wool and threw it directly into the pot of cold medicine.
With a bang, the fire under the crucible was reignited, casting a pale green light on the faces of both of them. Mr. Wizard and his evil crow now really looked like villains.
But it's not really doing anything good.
The refined sheep-transforming potion is colorless and odorless. Many kinds of materials are fused together to finally become boiled water with special medicinal effects. When the unscrupulous businessman is in trouble, they will trick him into drinking it, causing him to suffer a mental attack.
As for rituals that bring bad luck to people, the preparation has to be much more cautious. It has to bring bad luck to people, but not too badly. And you also can't accidentally bring bad luck to yourself when performing the ritual. You really have to be extremely careful and cautious.
Darien hadn't used many rituals that would bring bad luck. Most people were already unlucky enough to encounter him, so there was no need to use this ritual to reduce their luck, and it was also a bit troublesome to perform.
Unlike rituals to improve luck, rituals to bring bad luck are much more sneaky. The first step is to collect the person's blood and hair, and then use these two things to make a small clay doll.
Then put the little clay doll into the circle and place several specific evil materials around it to suppress the person's luck. The suppression time can be long or short, and the degree of suppression also varies according to the materials.
If it's just a minor misfortune like someone tripping while walking, being splashed with dirty water when passing under the eaves, or being chased by a dog, you only need to use some relatively common materials, such as the nails of an old witch or the shed skin of a magic snake.
If someone is so unlucky that he breaks his head and breaks his limbs, then we have to use a blood-stained dagger that has taken several lives.
It's just ordinary bad luck. The profiteer hasn't reached the point where he needs such punishment.
Besides, this kind of punishment would be worse than just putting him in a sack and beating him up. There's no need for such a roundabout way.
"Let's go back to bed." Darien stood up and stretched.
After a short busy day and running around the streets for most of the day, his body felt tired and his brain told him that he wanted to rest.
"Going back to your room at the top of the tower?" asked Sewell.
"No, let's go back to that hotel. We've paid for it, and it would be a waste if we don't stay there," said Darien.
Darien would never miss out on anything that didn't cost him his own money.
Staying overnight outside occasionally is also a good experience.
"I saw books on the hotel's shelves. Perhaps I could tell an exotic story tonight," said Sewell.
Darien tapped his slippers and walked towards the Plantagenet Gate.
The hotel where Leonard stayed was pretty good. The rooms were very clean, with thick wool carpets on the floor. The bed was neither soft nor hard, and the wool blanket didn't have a strong sheep smell, so sleeping in it didn't feel like you were in a sheep pen.
Darien threw back the blanket and lay down in it. Sewell placed the candlestick beside the bed, then sat down and began to tell a bedtime story.
Mr. Crow told a story about a magical blanket and a genie that lived in an oil lamp and could grant wishes. Mr. Wizard fell asleep halfway through the story.
Because of this bedtime story, Darien had a dream. In the dream, he was the genie living in the oil lamp. The lamp always fell into the hands of different people. Then these people seemed to be cleaning the oil lamp all the time. They cleaned it when he slept and when he ate...
When he woke up, the wizard was full of resentment. He had been fulfilling other people's wishes for free all night. Such a dream was really terrible.
He threw the pillow to the ground angrily.
Just a few minutes after he opened his eyes, Xavier knocked on the door twice and walked in. Seeing the pillow on the ground and the angry Darien, he felt confused.
Who ruined Mr. Mage's mood so early in the morning?
"Hmph!" Darien looked at Sevier's face and snorted coldly.
Oh, it's him, Sewell thought.
How to coax him?
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