Emlyn was not afraid when he heard Leonard Mitchell's invitation. He walked into the house calmly with a silk hat in hand and a faint smile on his face.

He did not take off his coat, because the "Potions Professor" always carried a lot of auxiliary items with him, which would not look so good without the covering.

Emlyn sat down in his neat tuxedo, leaning his back against the support, and spoke leisurely:

“Actually, there’s no need to be so troublesome.

“If you have it, quote the price, if you don’t, tell me the truth.

"Of course, I'm pretty sure you do."

He chuckled, his bright red eyes reflecting Leonard Mitchell's figure who didn't care about the neatness of his clothes.

This kind of situation where I know your secrets and you know nothing about me makes Emlyn feel comfortable and superior.

Leonard combed his black hair with his fingers, sat casually on the chair opposite, and said with a smile without any panic or doubt:

"At least I have to know who wants it."

"Maybe it's me, maybe it's my friend." Emlyn raised his chin slightly and smiled elegantly.

Leonard narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if thinking about something.

Finally, he laughed:

“Well, since you’ve come here with this badge, I’ll answer you honestly.

“I do have a magical item that can steal other people’s extraordinary abilities, but there is only one.

"If you want to buy it, it's 7,000 pounds, no bargaining accepted."

7,000 pounds? Such magical items are so expensive? Although he didn't have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still shocked and almost lost his vampire demeanor.

In his mind, he had automatically converted the money into a certain number of dolls and a certain number of doll clothes.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn smiled and said:

"I'll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days."

"Okay." Leonard Mitchell curled the corners of his mouth.

After leaving the house at 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn hired a horse-drawn carriage to go to the steam subway station in the North District as if nothing had happened, and returned all the way to the South District of the Bridge.

Taking off his hat, Emlyn looked back at the carriage driving through the busy streets, chuckled, and walked into the Harvest Church.

Between a roadside tree and an iron-black gas lamp pole, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly floated, and Leonard Mitchell, a man with black hair and green eyes, emerged.

He appeared silently and did not attract the attention of any passers-by.

"People from the Church of Mother Earth?" Emlyn frowned slightly and spoke as if talking to himself.

He paused for two seconds and left Rose Street where the Harvest Church was located.

…………

"7,000 pounds? Why doesn't he just go and rob?" Above the gray fog, Klein almost blurted out after hearing Emlyn the Moon's report.

He had said similar words when he was Gehrman Sparrow, but his moods in the two scenes were completely different.

Based on the bounty offered by the third mate of the Golden Dream, "Flower Tie" Johnson, Klein estimated that the price of such a magical item would be around 5,000 pounds. Even with a premium, it would be at most 6,000 pounds. Who would have thought that Leonard Mitchell would directly offer 7,000 pounds!

Could it be an item left behind by a higher sequence, and stealing other people's extraordinary abilities is just one of its effects? No, if that's the case, the price must start at 10,000 pounds... Poet, why didn't I know you were a profiteer before? You acted very carefree and didn't care much about money... Klein couldn't help but sigh a few times.

Now that there are clues and hope, and the problem can be solved with money, Klein doesn't want to seek other channels to avoid any accidents.

He quickly calculated his own net worth and found that this was a price he could afford:

"Counting the 300 pounds commission paid in advance by the pharmacist, the 5,400 pounds reward for the 'Trickster', and the money looted from the corpse, minus the 200 pounds paid to Miss 'Magician', I now have a total of 12,767 pounds in banknotes and 5 gold coins, not counting the 3 soli and 8 pence in change.

"Also, Miss Justice will pay the 2,000 pounds owed and the 1,800 pounds for the Psychologist attribute before the end of this week. I am much richer than I thought. Even in Backlund, I can be considered a wealthy man."

Klein took a breath and without hesitation, let the banknotes fly over the top of the pile of debris and land on the table.

He carefully counted out 7,500 pounds in cash and put them aside for the 7,000 pounds for the magical item and the 500 pounds for Emlyn's "risk" fee.

Sigh, after working so hard for over ten thousand dollars, I lost most of it in an instant... Klein materialized the "world" and asked him to make a prayer gesture. He told Emlyn that there was no problem and that a ceremony would be held in a quarter of an hour to accept Mr. Fool's grant of transfer.

In addition, Klein also had the World tell Emlyn the Moon not to rush to complete the transaction after receiving the cash and to wait until tomorrow. He was afraid that the Zoroast angel in Leonard Mitchell's body would detect the smell of gray mist on the banknotes and wanted to have a process of "dissipating the smell", just like when he gave Emlyn the badge.

A quarter of an hour later, Klein glanced at the remaining gold pounds, whose thickness had been reduced by more than half, sighed, and returned to the real world.

At this time, it was already 10:40 on Friday, and there were still about 8 hours before the ferry arrived at Oravi Island.

It's time to threaten the "Dice of Probability" once again... Klein whispered, performed a ceremony, and brought out the iron cigarette box containing the "All Black Eye".

He guessed that the fat pharmacist Darkwill had some suspicions about this, so he deliberately took the dice to the bathroom to deal with it.

Seeing that the Probability Dice had calmed down again, Klein quickly dealt with the Eye of Darkness and the iron cigarette box, breathed a long sigh of relief, and silently calculated the time:

"It should be able to hold out until it is handed over to Darkwill's contact person, and there will be no need to do anything else."

Thinking of this, Klein began to worry about another question:

"The 'All Black Eye' has appeared before the 'True Creator' before, and it is also contaminated by his spirit. If I take it out every few hours, he might lock onto it and send strong men to look for it.

"However, it only takes a minute or two each time, so it shouldn't be a big problem. Even if they notice, their sense of location won't be very accurate. Alas, it involves the 'real creator', so I can't use divination to confirm it. I can only be more vigilant. Fortunately, this is the last time recently, and it only takes seven or eight hours to reach the destination... Why should I set a flag for myself? Bah, bah, bah, I didn't think of anything just now."

Klein picked up the Probability Dice and returned to the living room. He saw the fat pharmacist slumped in an armchair, while Owl Harry was in high spirits and did not seem to need a rest.

Is this the different special abilities that different creatures gain after taking the same potion? At least Miss Justice didn't say that she doesn't need to sleep... The uniqueness brought by the physiological structure of an owl? Oh, I don't know enough about it. It's really a keyboard expert who knows a little bit about everything... Klein sat on the sofa, put the milky white dice into the ring box, and waited patiently for the evening to come and the ship to enter the port.

As time passed, the bright sun in the sky gradually moved westward and got lower and lower.

At this moment, Klein, who had his eyes closed to rest, suddenly straightened up, sensing a strong danger approaching!

This went beyond the spiritual intuition of the "Fortune Teller" and the dangerous premonition of the "Joker", as if it came from the invisible gray mist that was rippling strangely around him.

"There is an enemy! Is it the Tail Devourer Ouroboros or the Saint of the Aurora Society?" Klein opened his eyes and thought about countermeasures with an extremely serious expression.

At a time like this, if there was any mistake, he would have to consider resurrection from the dead.

As for the fat pharmacist Darkwill and Owl Harry, there is no way they will be spared!

He initially hoped that the newcomer could only be vaguely sensed and could only determine a large range, and might not be able to find him or the "Dice of Probability". However, considering that this was a ship and there was an uninhabited sea nearby, the target seemed easy to lock onto. By then, the trouble would be even greater, so he had to give up decisively.

Above the passenger ship, the void was suddenly torn apart, and an invisible door covered with various complex symbols vaguely appeared.

Two slightly pale hands stretched out from the crack in the door, pulled it back suddenly, and let the whole body walk out.

He wore a black soft hat and a classical dark robe that old men loved, but he looked less than 40 years old. His brown hair was slightly curly, giving him an unusually strong feeling.

There seemed to be countless shadows wandering in his dark eyes, and there seemed to be layers of chaotic worlds hidden.

Klein's sense of danger grew stronger, and the change in his expression alone frightened Darkwill and Owl Harry so much that they dared not move.

He no longer hesitated, and according to the contingency plan he had made for similar situations in the past few days, he leaned forward and picked up the "probability dice".

"I want 1 point for judging the behavior of the malicious person who just arrived!" Klein whispered in a deep voice, threw out the milky white dice, and subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the dice that had just been intimidated would be obedient and play a role.

At the same time, he remained extremely calm, so as to prevent the dice from sensing his tension and taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

Amid the sound of collisions, the "Dice of Probability" rolled over several times and finally stopped at the blood-red point of 1.

Above the passenger ship, the eyes of the black-robed man who was less than forty years old had the entire ship reflected in his eyes.

He spread his spirituality, glanced around, reached out to grab the void in front of him, and suddenly opened an almost invisible door.

The strong man stepped inside and disappeared on the spot.

Klein in the first-class cabin suddenly felt that the danger was gone, and he breathed a sigh of relief that he could not help but feel.

He stared at the "Dice of Probability" on the coffee table and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

“If this dice didn’t have such a negative effect and could be fully utilized, it would be a magical tool!

"As expected of a '0' level sealed object, and as expected of the uniqueness of the 'monster' path..."

"Just now, what happened just now?" The fat pharmacist Darkwill finally regained his courage and asked carefully.

Klein remained in his posture and responded calmly:

"You don't need to know."

“I understand, I understand. The more you know, the more dangerous it is.” Darkwill wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There were no more accidents in the next few hours. When the sun set below the horizon and the sky became completely dark, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse appear not far away.

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