Chapter 62: Teaching Darien the Messenger of Justice
When the door opened, before I could see the figure in front of me clearly, the first thing that came to me was a slightly bitter herbal fragrance.
After smelling this fragrance, Abel, who was originally extremely anxious, felt as if all the negative emotions in his heart were smoothed out by an invisible hand, and he was able to calm down and talk to the fortune teller.
"You're here." said the fortune teller who was still dazzling in front of him.
"Yes, I'm here." Abel nodded.
Miss Stork brought him into the house.
In room 303 next door, there were people lying all over the floor in a mess, and one of them had crawled over from the balcony with half of his foot still on the railing.
Darien found a mirror, cast a spell on it, and the mirror began to show the scene in the next room.
Abel began to explain Miss White Stork's condition to her, as she could not only see but also hear.
"It's amazing! What kind of spell is this? How can I see what others are doing?" Kenneth climbed in over the balcony railing.
"This spell is called Callista. It's a peeping spell that requires a medium to connect. We are now using the crystal ball on the table to see what's happening next door," said Darien.
Abel had finished describing the changes that had taken place in him and even took off his hood to show Miss White Stork his sheep's head.
On the way over, his head had completely turned into a goat's head. Miss White Stork pretended to check it a few times and said, "I can help you get rid of the curse on you, but..."
Abel nodded quickly. "I know the rules. I'll pay you whatever you want, as long as you can help me break this curse."
Miss White Stork said, "Thank you for your understanding. Several of the herbs we need are very precious. You will need to prepare 273 gold coins."
The 267 gold coins were calculated accurately, of which 47 gold coins were the ransom for the jail term, 50 gold coins were the commission for hiring Darien, and 64 gold coins were the six times compensation paid by Leonard.
The rest has other uses.
Although Abel felt very painful, he couldn't live with this for the rest of his life, so he had no choice but to pay the money honestly.
The treatment process was also very perfunctory and casual. Miss White Stork asked Abel to lie down, poured a cup of "special" potion on his sheep's head, which had no effect except for the pungent smell. After that, she patted him and asked him to get up.
"Is that all?" Abel sat up in confusion and took out a handkerchief to wipe his face.
"Of course it's not over yet." Miss White Stork smiled. "This is a healing potion. Drink a sip every night before going to bed. It will take effect within two days."
She handed over the bottle. The potion inside was made by Darien casually. Drinking it would not do any harm to the body. It would have a slight effect on promoting wound healing and relieving pain. However, the taste was very hard to describe.
As for the sheep head curse on his body, the sheep-transforming potion will last for three days. Only on the first night will he completely turn into a goat-headed man. After sleeping, his human face will return. On the second day, the goat horns will disappear. On the third day, the potion will lose its effect and his ears will disappear.
Darien had it all planned out, and all he had to do was bide his time, which would work its magic.
Abel took the medicine and went back.
Miss White Stork threw away her jewelry and collapsed on the chair.
Darien pushed the door open and walked in, applauding. "You did a great job. This room will be demolished tonight. It has served its purpose."
Miss White Stork raised her head slightly and pointed at the table with her chin: "Look, the money is all there."
Leonard picked up the purse, counted out his share of gold coins from it, then counted out 5 gold coins per person from his share and distributed them to everyone.
This is labor pay.
The remaining money will be given to Darien for safekeeping and will be needed in a few days.
After a series of preliminary work is completed, the only thing left is to send the unscrupulous businessman to jail.
There is no rush for this matter. Abel is still in high spirits and probably won't go out to set up a stall in the next two days. They can just do their own things first.
Leonard changed the market to continue his spice purchasing business, and Miss White Stork invited Darian to taste red wine together.
The contract signed with Leonard had not been fully completed, so Darian and Sevier happily accepted Miss White Stork's invitation and spent two days of perfect vacation in this desert city.
Darien discovered that the grape varieties grown in this city had an exceptionally high sugar content, and the wine produced from them tasted sweeter with very little astringency.
He immediately bought two buckets and took them back to the tower when he left.
Time soon came to the third day, and the mysterious sheep head curse on Abel finally disappeared. He was careful to avoid accidental injuries in the past few days, and he was not so nervous until he was completely recovered.
At noon that day, everyone stopped working and playing, and squatted in the room opposite Abel's stall, waiting for him to open the door.
The plan was very simple. Just like Abel framed Leonard for stealing, he would frame Abel for stealing something from a customer and then send him to jail.
The project was handed over to Kenneth.
So Kenneth, who drank the potion that changed his appearance, wore a beautiful jewel brooch and wandered around the street, chatting with other shop owners from time to time, and finally walked to Abel's stall.
While chatting, he quietly put the brooch into Abel's pocket, then turned around and asked the guard to arrest Abel. When he took out the brooch from Abel's pocket, his expression was confused.
But if you steal something, you have to accept the punishment. Even if he cried out that it was unfair, he still went to jail.
A kind-hearted person told his wife, and she went to the prison with money to redeem him.
But someone came faster than his wife.
Darien, wearing a cloak that concealed his figure, came to the cell where Abel was imprisoned.
"Who are you?" Abel jumped up.
"You don't need to know who I am." Darien's voice was different from usual, old and hoarse. "You just need to know that the curse on you is related to me."
"What! It's you! Why would you do such a thing!" Abel rushed over and shook the bars of the cell vigorously like an angry ape.
"Don't you know the reason?" Darien said deliberately.
"W-what." Abel hesitated.
At that moment, he recalled all the bad things he had done, and tried to identify who he had harmed through Darien's voice.
Unfortunately, he has cheated so many customers that he can't remember them all.
Darien took out a bottle of perfume and sprayed it on him. Before Abel could dodge, he smelled a strange fragrance.
"The curse on you hasn't been completely lifted. If you harbor greedy desires again, you'll grow a goat's head again..."
When Abel heard these words, his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Darien took back the spray, paid the ransom, and walked out of the cell.
The sun is shining, it's time to go back to the tower.
Before leaving, Leonard stuffed him a bag of spices. He was very grateful for all their help. He believed that this kind of gratitude could not be given by cold money.
It just so happened that he came here to do spice business, and he selected the best spices to give to them.
"Thank you, Mrs. Fitch will love this gift," said Darien.
"Hahaha, as long as you like it! Who is Mrs. Fitch?" Leonard said.
"She's my head chef, and the food she cooks is absolutely delicious," said Darian.
"I picked the right gift!" Leonard exclaimed happily.
When I returned to the tower, the sky above it was black, and it was a quiet night.
The sudden gap from the hustle and bustle to the silence is very huge, just like covering a person's ears and placing the person in a silent empty box. This feeling is called loneliness.
Darien's body relaxed a little. Although such silence was lonely, a familiar feeling came over him. His body was more adapted to this place than his mind.
"Welcome back, Darien. You look exhausted," said Leon, who was hanging on the wall.
"But I had a very pleasant trip, do you want to hear about it?" Darien asked with a smile.
"Of course, I'm happy to listen," Lyon said.
Sewell struck a match and lit the candlestick, then fluffed the cushions before letting Darien sit down. Darien sat down and began to tell the story that he and Leon were about to have in the desert city.
Mr. Crow left quietly and came back with a silver tray in his hand, on which was a decanter and a red wine glass.
The sweet wine from Abidal exudes a rich fragrance in the decanter, which is perfect for occasional sips during conversation.
Darien's throat was dry from talking, and he gave Sevier an approving look.
Lyon was a good listener, and Darien was happy to share his experiences outside. This knowledgeable guy always had something to say that was worth hearing.
"Darian, you acted as a messenger of justice this time. Of course, justice is priceless. You took the gold coins and used some less than legitimate means..."
Yes, Leon is still an old-fashioned wall clock. Two out of ten of his words are pleasant to the ear, and it is best to run away before he says the remaining eight.
"It's late at night and the moon is at the highest point in the sky, so we should say good night to each other now. Good night and goodbye." Darien stood up from his seat and walked away from Leon's chatter.
Poor Leon, he had to swallow his long speech back.
Although he usually thinks that having a smart brain is enough, when the person he is talking to runs away, he still longs to have a body.
Darien wouldn't agree.
The next morning, Hawkins, who had not been seen for a long time, appeared at the dining table in the tower, eating a bowl of oatmeal cooked with milk and fresh blueberries.
"Is your house repaired?" Darien asked.
There is a hidden meaning in this sentence, which means, can you take your dragon and get out now?
"Not yet. The dwarves reinforced the foundation for me and rebuilt the walls. They are all made of hard stones. I also personally selected strong trees as new beams..." Hawkins happily shared his house-building log.
Darien didn't really want to hear it, so he just hummed and hawed to get by.
In the garden downstairs, Seville was watering various plants while also having to clean up the mess made by Pluto and the little green dragon.
They must have been doing some mysterious hunting training recently, using the apple trees in the garden as their learning tools.
They picked up many small apples that were still green in color and taste, leaving only two or three bite marks on them, and then rolled them around the garden like small balls.
If you want apples to grow well, thinning them out is necessary, and they do a good thing.
Just secretly hiding the bitten apple would be a very bad thing.
Seville had to bend down and dig out the apples in the bushes and in the cracks of the low walls, collect them all, and throw them all into the fertilizer bin to ferment.
As for the troublemaker Pluto and his number one little brother, the green dragon, they have to listen to Leon's ideological education side by side.
Darien gave this task to Leon. Whether Leon's long speech would make them do good remains to be verified, but the torture to the ears is endless, and after listening to it, the head is buzzing with sounds.
After a wonderful breakfast, Darien wandered around the tower, not missing any gaps like a lion patrolling its territory.
I dawdled until ten in the morning before I finally opened the store and did my boring work.
There were not many customers coming to the store, and a total of two bottles of potions and an enchanted ring were sold, with a total income of 67 gold coins and 13 silver coins.
The very leisurely life made him feel a little sleepy.
The hands of the clock moved slowly around and around, and Darien wished it would go faster so that time would pass faster.
Mrs. Fitch said she would use the spices she had to cook a delicious meal and would not tell him the menu so that she could have a surprise for lunch.
He was only a little curious to know what this surprise was.
When it was three minutes to half past eleven, the shell wind chimes rang.
jingle.
The clear voice immediately made Darien straighten his back, and the muscles on his face subconsciously adjusted to form the most perfect smile.
The door was pushed open.
The guest who walked in here exudes a charming fragrance. He has a very charming appearance, and his face is difficult to tell whether it is androgynous. Although he is wearing heavy makeup, it can be seen that he has a wonderful appearance whether he is a man or a woman.
He is also very tall, and more importantly, he has a heart-shaped tail behind him. The heart-shaped tail sways from side to side with his slightly swaying steps.
It is obvious that this is a male succubus.
"Hello, I'm Darien, the owner of the Magic Shop. How can I help you?" Darien said.
"I've heard of your name~" the succubus drawled out her voice.
The voice of the succubus is very neutral and absolutely attractive. Such a voice has a charming effect on the ears.
"You can sit down first. Seville, serve our guests a cup of tea." Darien was not too affected.
This further aroused the succubus's interest. The succubus was not in a hurry to tell what her wish was. Instead, she lowered most of her body on the counter and looked at Darien with her extremely seductive eyes.
"Dear Darien, don't you want to know my name first?"
His hand boldly reached in, as if to touch Darien's cheek.
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