Chapter 61: Realization is waiting for him to come to you
Abel was sitting on a chair, carefully peeling his right boot off his foot.
He had stubbed his toe on a cactus thorn, but it wasn't serious because no blood gushed out of his boot, just a dull ache.
I hardened my heart and took off my worn boots and woolen socks. Fortunately, only the cactus thorns had pierced the skin of two toes. It was not serious and the bleeding had stopped.
Abel sat in the chair, swinging his legs, and let out a long sigh, "It's all right, it's all right."
At this time, a mouse slipped out from somewhere and hid under his chair.
The black cat, gathering all its strength, jumped out from behind the spice basket. The mouse was so frightened that it climbed up Abel's trouser leg in a panic.
The cat slapped the mouse with its claws, unwilling to give up the prey so close to it, and actually pounced up along Abel's trouser leg.
Mice and cats were scratching and running around on his body. Abel jumped up with a howl, and his fat body twitched as if he had stepped on an electric eel.
He jumped too far and knocked over his own tall spice tower, spilling all over the floor.
Not long after, the cat jumped off him with the mouse in its mouth, and he collapsed on the ground. There was a scratch mark on his calf, and his clothes were scratched like rags.
"It's really unlucky." Miss White Stork commented.
"My control is pretty accurate, mainly the mental damage." Darian said.
Abel, who was slumped on the ground downstairs, had a dazed look on his face. Two bad things had happened in a row, and he didn't dare to move any more.
"Will he always be so unlucky? Will getting close to him also bring bad luck and affect the progress of the plan?" Leonard was a little worried.
"The ritual will only last about two hours, so his misfortune won't last long," Darien replied. "Kenneth, you'll go down with Miss White Stork later. This is the sheep-transforming potion. The bottle is green. Place it in the water the profiteer drank. It's a transfiguration potion that can change one's appearance. This is for you, Miss White Stork. Can you play the witch? Play the role of the fortune-teller who tells the profiteer he's cursed."
"Oh, a new challenge. I can give it a try." Miss White Stork took the bottle. "From now on, I am a fortune teller from the other side of the continent."
"Why not just put the thing in his pocket and call him a thief?" asked Kenneth.
"That's possible, but we can't extort a large sum of money from him this way," Darien said. "So, we can extort the money from him first, and then send him to jail. Leonard, what do you think?"
"I think this plan is great!" Leonard agreed very much.
"That will take a few more days. I have to go back quickly. My orders are probably going to fall from the ceiling." Glenn looked a little worried.
"I can open the door for you and you can go back by yourself." Darien said to him.
"Then Leonard, I'll be leaving first. I'm really sorry I couldn't provide you with much help." Glenn scratched his head.
"You don't have to apologize, Glenn. You've provided me with enough help. To be honest, if you hadn't come here to inspect it, I would still be in jail. Go ahead, Glenn, and don't waste time." Leonard said.
"Oh, this is... Leonard, when you go back, ask me to make props again, and I will give you a 20% discount!" Glenn patted his chest and promised.
The two of them looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and the atmosphere was very touching.
"Oh, this is so touching. Give me one too." Miss White Stork's words immediately broke the atmosphere.
"Haha, it's getting late. I'll go back now. Sorry to bother you, Darien." Glenn pretended not to hear, laughed twice, and stood up to leave.
"Tsk tsk." Miss White Stork clicked her tongue twice.
Darien opened the door for him and sent him back to his blacksmith shop. Making money was more important.
The rest of the group stayed in the hotel room for a while longer, and then it was Kenneth and Miss White Stork's turn.
Miss White Stork changed her clothes, added various dazzling accessories that Celia took out from her bracelet, and put them on her head. She suddenly turned into a mysterious fortune-teller.
"You look a lot like Rosalie, she's a fortune teller," Darien commented.
"Rosalie, I've heard of her. It is said that she is very good at herbology and is an excellent fortune teller. I also think this dress is good. To be honest, I think I should also put a crystal ball in my arms." Miss White Stork lifted her skirt and turned around, and the bells wrapped around her waist jingled.
"Fortune tellers don't carry their precious crystal balls in their arms. They are carefully placed in wooden boxes covered with soft velvet. Well, go ahead. The unlucky merchant's bad time is almost over. It's your turn. You have to talk a lot until the unlucky merchant feels thirsty." said Darien.
"What about me? What should I do? Besides giving the drug?" Kenneth asked.
"As for you, all you have to do is put the potion into his cup. I saw the table behind him with the cup on it. I will give you an invisibility spell that will last for 10 minutes. You have to come back here before the time is up." said Darien.
"No problem, I will complete the task." Kenneth promised.
Miss White Stork did not go with him, and went down while they were talking.
Darien cast some magic on Kenneth, making him, his clothes and the potion bottle all transparent.
Miss White Stork has arrived at the stall of the unscrupulous merchant Abel. The unlucky guy had just cleaned up his shop and also cleaned himself up. Although his face was bruised, he was still clean and tidy.
"Hello, I want some frankincense. I see there are several types here. Can you introduce them to me one by one? I find it a bit difficult to decide." Miss White Stork said to Abel.
"Of course, miss. You are a fortune teller, right? You can take a look at this, honey-milk frankincense. I'm sure you are very familiar with it. It tastes sweeter and has a strong woody scent. It is very suitable for mysterious rituals..." Abel immediately began to introduce it in a torrent of words.
Miss White Stork smiled, nodded from time to time, and occasionally asked follow-up questions, using actions and words to encourage Abel to speak more.
While they were talking, Kenneth had already sneaked to the table in the shop, quietly uncorked the potion bottle, and added ingredients to the profiteer's cup.
He was very careful in his movements. A good thief certainly wouldn't make any noise. He quietly poured the potion into the cup that still contained water, and then he quickly slipped away.
Of course, before leaving, he did not forget to poke Miss White Stork and tell her that she had completed the mission perfectly.
Miss White Stork maintained a fake smile on her face and interrupted the profiteer Abel when he paused to swallow thirstily.
"Thank you for your introduction, but during our conversation, I noticed that you seemed to be branded with a terrible curse..." She said it in a hesitant tone.
"How is that possible! This is complete nonsense..." Abel denied it immediately, but he had only said a few words when he immediately remembered the bad luck he had just experienced.
"Has your luck suddenly become unusually bad recently?" said Miss White Stork.
"Yes... No! Not at all! Stop talking nonsense! I don't want to do business with you anymore! Get out of here!" Abel shook his head, becoming extremely irritable and trying to drive her away.
This was of course within Darien's expectations. If someone suddenly told you that you were unlucky and cursed, many people's first reaction would be to disbelieve it, and some people would even suspect that it was the curse put on by that person.
While Abel was still thinking about this, Miss White Stork was ready to slip away: "Okay, just pretend I was mistaken. If you need anything, come find me at the Moran Hotel. I'm staying in room 302."
After saying that, he hurried away, leaving Abel sitting alone in his stall, thinking.
Abel's mind was already a little fuzzy from this series of bad luck, and his throat was smoking from the excitement. He frowned, grabbed the cup, and gulped down half a cup of water.
Darien, who was standing beside the bed, kept watching him until he drank the potion.
The plan was a complete success.
"How was my performance? Wasn't it perfect?" Miss White Stork pushed open the door and walked in.
"Perfect, our plan succeeded, he drank the potion. He will definitely come to you tomorrow at the latest." Darien said.
"When will he turn into a sheep? Will it happen suddenly?" Leonard asked.
"Not all afternoon. I've deliberately delayed the effect of the drug," Darien replied. "When he gets home and looks in the mirror, he'll find he's grown goat ears, then goat horns, and finally a goat-headed man. The effects of this bottle of medicine will last for three days, which is enough to scare him."
"We need to get a new room at the Moran Hotel. I was just talking nonsense," said Miss White Stork. "The front desk registered my current name, and I'm going to stay here for a while to do business. I need to get a new identity and get a room."
"No problem, I'll pay, we can go over there and wait now." Leonard said he would take care of it.
"We'll leave once we're clean." Darien nodded.
Of course, the cleaning job was given to Seville. After the ritual failed, the little clay doll turned into a pile of black ash. Mr. Crow picked up the broom and swept the formation on the ground clean, leaving no trace on the wooden floor.
After cleaning up, they moved to the Moran Hotel and got a room.
In order to put on a full show, Darien went back to the tower, took some fortune tellers' crystal balls, candlesticks, and herbal incense boxes, and decorated Room 302 of the Moran Hotel to look more like a fortune teller's temporary residence.
Now we just have to wait for the profiteer Abel to show up at our doorstep.
On the other side, Abel stayed in his shop, frowning and muttering to himself: "No way, I can't be really cursed, right? It must be that I just happened to be unlucky recently..."
As he muttered, his eyes kept scanning around in his field of vision, carefully guarding against anything that might suddenly cause him physical or mental harm.
He endured this agony until dinner. His body and head ached, and there were no customers, so he simply closed the door and went home.
After returning home, his wife was very surprised to see his miserable appearance. She wiped his wounds and served him a sumptuous dinner.
The atmosphere at the dinner table was dull. Everyone in the family noticed that he was obviously unhappy. After trying a few jokes, they were hit by his absent-mindedness, so everyone had to eat in silence.
Suddenly, his little son pointed at him and said in surprise, "Dad, why are your ears getting longer? You look like you have a pair of donkey ears!"
Abel was already in a bad mood, and his expression darkened when he heard this: "You little bastard, don't joke like that!"
His daughter also pointed at him and said, "Dad, it's true, you really have long ears!"
His wife nodded along.
In his panic, Abel overturned the dinner plates, and a large dish of curry fell on his clothes. But he didn't bother to wipe it off, but quickly touched his ears.
It feels soft in the hand, and there is a line hanging down. Oh my god, he really has long ears!
"Hurry! Get me a mirror!" Abel shouted in panic.
The wife quickly ran over and found a mirror.
Abel held the mirror to his face and looked carefully. His ears had turned into a pair of long sheep's ears.
"Am I really cursed..." he muttered to himself.
"Honey, what's wrong with you?" his wife was very worried.
"I encountered a series of bad luck today. A customer said that I was cursed..." He spoke intermittently about what happened throughout the afternoon.
Abel still couldn't believe that he was so unlucky. What went wrong? Who cursed him?
"What should we do? Should we go find that fortune teller now?" the wife said nervously.
"Wait, let me think about it. I'll wait a little longer." Abel touched his ear. "Maybe it will disappear on its own."
It turned out not to be the case, as Darien's potion worked very well, and after waiting for a while longer he developed a pair of sheep horns.
Now I really have to go out.
Abel quickly found a hood, put it on his head and went out. He had to find the fortune teller to solve his problem.
Moran Hotel, Room 302.
Darien threw out the last two cards: "I win, pay me!"
Kenneth took out two copper coins and said, "You have such good luck! Why do I always lose?"
Miss White Stork also took out some money and said, "You didn't cheat, did you? You never lost a single round. Get out of here right now. I don't want to play with you anymore."
Leonard rubbed his hands together and said, "Let me do it, let me do it. I want to play a game."
They were bored waiting in the hotel, so they rummaged around in the room and found a deck of cards. They just got together and played cards for the whole afternoon.
Darian gave up his seat to Leonard, and they were about to play a new game when the door was suddenly pushed open.
Jenny Pig came running in, panting, "Hurry, hurry! The profiteer is here!"
Everyone was busy, some collecting cards, some changing clothes, some doing herbal aromatherapy...
In short, seize the time to create an atmosphere and ask irrelevant people to get out immediately.
When Abel reached the third floor, room 303, next to room 302, had just closed its door.
Hesitantly, he gently knocked on the door of Room 302 and introduced himself: "Hello, my name is Abel. You said that I could come here to find you whenever I needed you. I really need your help right now."
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