Chapter 222 Clues to the "Pharmacist"
"Perhaps this situation will continue for a long time. The police first conducted their own investigation, then sought help from the official Beyonder organization. They even consulted many famous detectives, but unfortunately, they were unable to catch the serial killer. You should also be careful and avoid doing anything that could easily attract attention."
The Eye of Wisdom added a few more words, and Angel discovered that his information was similar to that provided by Laura, but these were inside stories that could not be seen in the newspapers. Perhaps both of them had friends in the police or even some official Beyonders, and had some internal information channels.
After hearing the old man's instructions, a man sitting on a high stool spoke in a low voice with some helplessness.
"As he said, during this large-scale investigation, a friend of mine was unfortunately discovered and imprisoned in a prison under the church by the Mandated Punisher. I need a few helpers to assist me in rescuing my friend."
A prison beneath the church? A facility similar to "Chaness Gate"? It must be protected by numerous seals and constantly guarded by official Beyonders. Even a Sequence 6 or even a Sequence 5 who tried to force their way in would likely die there...
Even Ince Zangwill only dared to trick Saint Selina's ashes out of "Chaness Gate" but did not dare to break in and steal them.
As Angel pondered, the Eye of Wisdom shouted:
"Wild Dog, don't do such a foolish thing! Trying to force your way into the Church of the Storm, which is guarded by a whole team of Mandated Punishers and countless Sealed Artifacts, is impossible even if all of us attack together."
"If he hadn't done anything evil, he might have had a chance to see the light of day again. But if you or your helpers try to rescue him, you will only die in vain."
After hearing the Eye of Wisdom's conclusion, Wild Dog looked around again and found that no other Beyonders responded. He pounded his thigh in frustration and whispered:
"Why would he do anything evil? Just because he took a potion and became a Beyonder, an excellent doctor who has saved countless lives will be imprisoned, never to see the sun again, and even become a testing tool for some magical items?"
"Why? Why is this?"
Amid his painful questioning, the atmosphere in the living room grew oppressive. The Beyonders here were all considered "wild," unwelcome by the authorities and considered ticking time bombs that could cause vicious incidents at any moment. The Night Watchers were more gentle in their methods, while the Mandated Punishers would capture them on sight.
Hearing what happened to Wild Dog's friend, everyone felt a little sympathetic. Angel also thought of her own semi-official identity. She wondered if Arianna and Cecema, the two people who knew her identity, would rescue her if she fell into the hands of the Mandated Punisher or the Mechanical Heart.
The only way to protect yourself is to improve your strength and advance through the ranks. But the most important thing now is...
Angel turned his gaze towards the pharmacist Darkwill, who had a bulging belly and chubby cheeks. Seeing that the atmosphere at the party had eased slightly, he proposed a deal.
"'Pharmacist'," she called out the other party's code name at the party, not the name she had revealed to herself in private, "I need the formula for the 'Pharmacist' potion, 200 pounds."
This is a price slightly lower than a common Sequence 9 potion, leaving room for possible bargaining.
"I'm sorry, I can't sell it." Seeing Angel looking at him, the pharmacist realized that the first "pharmacist" was calling him. He shook his head and replied, "Well, it's not that I don't want to sell it. You helped me before. If possible, I would be willing to sell you the formula at a low price, but I swore an oath to only share the formula with my students, and you obviously can't be my student anymore."
He apparently recognized the "dog-masked lady" who had killed rats and alligators in the sewers.
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Angel felt a bit of a headache. Darkwill's current situation was probably similar to the oath she had sworn under the witness of the "Goddess's Sword", not to reveal the formula to outsiders. Perhaps this oath was not flawless, but there was definitely no solution in a short time.
"But I can tell you where to get the formula. It's in Backlund." Darkwill's mouth curled up beneath his mask, changing the subject. "It'll only cost you 200 pounds, and you can get this information."
"The information alone costs 200 pounds? If I spend another 200 pounds to buy the formula, wouldn't the total cost be over 400 pounds? That's the price of a Sequence 8 potion! Besides, I can't confirm the authenticity of the clue."
Angel bargained without hesitation. Even if the Viscount reimbursed the expenses, 400 pounds was more than her entire savings... no, it exceeded her psychological bottom line.
"Don't worry, he won't take your money. He just might have a small test. As for the authenticity, you can ask the old man... ahem, Mr. Wisdom Eye to verify it."
Angel looked at the Eye of Wisdom in the center of the field, who shook his head. "I can only determine the truth from objective things, and the clues he mentioned are not among them. But unless he doesn't want to attend this party again, it's unlikely that he's lying."
"If that's the case, I can only pay half of the money first, 100 pounds. If the clue is true and the other party really doesn't need gold pounds, I will pay the other 100 pounds."
After much hesitation, Angel decided to buy this clue. After all, this pharmacist was the only extraordinary person of this path she had ever seen. If Viscount Greylint missed this clue, he might only be able to choose "fortune teller" or "assassin".
"No, I only accept full payment. Have you ever seen anyone here pay half first?"
Darkwill completely forgot about paying half the reward first. He shook his head and stopped looking in that direction. Angel also decided to leave the greedy pharmacist alone for a while. Maybe he would change his mind when the party was about to end.
"Then it's my turn to acquire the 'Medullary Crystal of the Elven Spring'. I think you're all tired of hearing about it, so if you have this material, don't hide it and sell it to me quickly."
As if he had been offended by the previous conversation, the pharmacist asked for a deal in a sarcastic tone.
"I have."
"Then I'll come back next week... What, you have?"
The pharmacist looked to another corner. There sat a man with black hair, brown eyes, and a beard. He had survived the revenge of a Sequence 5.
Perhaps due to the dim light, the pharmacist failed to recognize the man he had previously mocked and told him to "find a good place to die." Instead, he repeated his question in surprise:
"You have it? I'm talking about the 'medullar crystal of the Elf Spring'. Do you have it in your hand?"
"Yes," the man said, taking out a cigarette box and opening the lid. Inside lay an object resembling a faded egg. As he waved his hand to demonstrate, the shaking crystal seemed to emit the sound of running water. "If you're not sure, you can verify it with the Eye of Wisdom."
"No need, this is it!"
The pharmacist stared at the material with a fiery gaze as if he was looking at his dream lover.
"Very good. If you know him, you don't need to bother anyone else. 400 pounds."
The man closed the cigarette box and spoke calmly.
"It's really not worth the trouble... Wait, 400 pounds?" Pharmacist Darkwill almost jumped up from the sofa. "That's too expensive! Why don't you just rob someone?"
"The robbery wasn't that quick. 400 pounds, that's about the same price I paid for it. You said you could increase the price a bit."
"I did say that... but I didn't say I could accept such a high price. 300 pounds is my bottom line. Not a penny more."
The pharmacist patted his pocket, indicating that this was the only price he could afford.
"380 pounds, that's going to cost me a lot of money. If you don't buy it, I'll refund it to the friend who provided the materials." Hearing the pharmacist's words, the man's beard-covered mouth twisted into a grin, as if laughing. "Besides, don't you have other ways to get the money quickly?"
"Other methods?"
Darkwill's fat face was full of confusion, and then he thought of something and looked at Angel on the other side.
"Well, I agree. I'll pay half first, 100 pounds." He looked at Angel with a hint of suspicion, then at the black-haired man, "I even suspect that you two are in cahoots and are conspiring to cheat me."
"First of all, I don't know him. Secondly, you haven't suffered any loss. The pharmacist's formula and clues are not unique, but the opportunity for promotion is very rare."
Angel denied it with a smile, and used his dark vision to count out 10 bills from under his hooded robe, totaling 100 pounds. He handed them to the waiter beside him and exchanged them for a crumpled note from the pharmacist.
"South of Backlund Bridge, go to the Harvest Church on Rose Street and find Bishop Utravsky. Help him complete a task and you'll get the formula."
South of the bridge... Across the river from the Backlund Bridge, the Harvest Church is one of the few churches of the Church of Mother Earth in Loen. It's said to hold the path to becoming a "pharmacist" and "cultivator." It seems Darkwill wasn't lying...
Angel carefully put away the note and looked at the black-haired man opposite him. He was taking a stack of bills containing Angel's 100 pounds from the waiter. He counted them carefully three times before handing the cigarette box to the pharmacist.
Then he looked towards Angel, and the corners of his mouth twitched under the mask, as if he was smiling, but a closer look revealed a serious expression, as if it was just an illusion.
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