Holding the herbs wrapped in yellowish-brown paper, Bogda left "Rosen's Folk Herb Shop" in a daze.

While waiting for the tram, he suddenly realized:

A full 10 pounds for this pack of stuff?

This is close to one month’s salary!

If I didn't trust Anna and Joyce, there was no way I would have brought so much cash to the fortune-telling club!

Could it be that Mr. Moretti only charged 8 pence for divination because he was working with the unscrupulous owner of Rosen's Herbal Medicine Store to make more profits? This, this is very similar to the classic fraud cases in the newspapers! Bogda thought about it and began to suspect Klein, and even Joyce and Anna.

The tram stopped and he looked at the herbs in his hand. In the end, he was not brave enough to go back, so he could only enter the carriage with a heavy heart.

…………

In Lawson's folk herbal medicine shop.

The boss looked at Bogda's back as he walked away, then suddenly turned back and shouted toward the back door where the herbs were stored:

"Xie Ermin, don't go buy herbs anymore from today."

"Why? Teacher, why?" A handsome young man with messy hair walked out.

The boss smiled and said:

"This is the 16th customer who has come to my store because of my fame. If this continues, I think the Nighthawks, the Mandated Punishers, and the Mechanical Heart will all notice me. It's time to consider moving to another city."

"Does this store need to be transferred?" Xie Ermin nodded suddenly and asked with concern.

The boss chuckled and said:

"If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this store. You are more than capable of identifying herbs and mixing potions. Of course, remember to deposit 50% of your monthly profits into my unregistered account at Backlund Bank."

"But I haven't learned what you are really good at." Xie Ermin was tired of the life in a city where he could not stay for more than a year, but was also reluctant to give up the magical formula that his teacher was good at.

The boss sat on the recliner, rocking leisurely and saying:

"That's not something you can learn just by wanting to..."

…………

A cup of black-green boiling liquid appeared in front of Bogda. The smell like stinky socks and the color that made people want to vomit made him deeply doubt his every move today.

The freshly shed rooster blood was dripped into the potion. Bogda's father looked at his son worriedly and said:

"I think surgery is the best option."

The little rooster blood rolled a few times in the boiling water and disappeared. Bogda took a deep breath and said:

"If the medicine doesn't work this time, I'll consider surgery."

"The Lord will protect you." Bogda's father drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

When the boiling liquid cooled down, Bogda, thinking that he could not waste 10 pounds, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, tilted his head, and gulped down the whole potion.

The foul smell with a hint of blood returned to his mouth, making him almost spit out everything he had just drunk.

That night, Bogda found that he had a stomach upset and went to the bathroom six times. He fell into a drowsy sleep only when the crimson moon was about to disappear.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly woke up because he dreamed of being scolded by his boss.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I took three days of annual leave and don't have to rush to the company." Bogda breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly found that he was in a very good spirit.

This is in stark contrast to the subdued state of the past few weeks.

Bogda subconsciously reached out and pressed the right side of his abdomen, only to feel unbearable pain in the area that had previously caused him unbearable pain when he applied the slightest force. This area had returned to normal, with only ordinary pressure pain.

"It can't be that it really works? That pharmacist is obviously bluffing..." Bogda got out of bed in surprise, joy and confusion, and stretched his body. He felt that the long-lost sense of health had returned.

He pondered for a long time and said to himself:

"According to the pharmacist's instructions, I need to drink the medicine twice more. After I finish drinking it, I will go to the hospital to see another internist..."

"The pharmacist didn't seem to say how many times to drink the potion a day..."

"...I still think he's a bit of a liar..."

…………

In the civilian office of Blackthorn Security Company, Klein requested in advance and was given an environment where no one would disturb him.

He held the carving knife, expressed his spirituality, and carefully carved spells and symbolic symbols on the two pieces of silver ornaments.

Those are the Hermetic words that pray for avoiding disasters. They are two mystical symbols that symbolize the goddess of night and the queen of disaster and fear.

In addition, Klein also added the goddess's corresponding spiritual number "7" and related magical symbols.

In addition, both sides of the talismans and amulets must be engraved, and what symbols, spells, and logos are arranged on each side, what positions they each occupy, and what special formats they have belong to the advanced category of mysticism, and the ones circulated among ordinary people are full of fallacies.

At this moment, Klein had a lot of wasted carving materials on his right hand side. After repeated practice and confirmation that he had mastered the technique, he dared to make amulets for his brother Benson and sister Melissa.

His spirit settled and spirituality gushed out from the tip of his carving knife, outlining the number "7" on the surface of the silver ornament.

He had already carved the spells and symbols on the other side of the silver ornament and was waiting to finish this side.

When the last knife fell, all the spiritualities were connected together, and Klein suddenly felt a strange, powerful, and terrifying force surging in the room.

The surge soon disappeared, and the spells on both sides of the silver ornament were completely combined into a whole in Klein's "spiritual vision", emitting a quiet and peaceful black color.

He put down the carving knife and stroked the silver ornament composed of a "circle" and a "vertical", feeling a bit of coolness in its warm touch.

"Okay!" He happily put the amulet he had made before and the one he had just finished into his pocket, intending to wait for an opportunity to give them to his brother Benson and sister Melissa.

——This amulet made by the Beyonder has a certain effect. It can allow the wearer to avoid a considerable degree of disaster without knowing it, but it is not too exaggerated. Moreover, the spirituality will be lost bit by bit. Unless high-level ritual magic is used to pray for complete solidification, one year of use is the limit. High-level ritual magic has terrible requirements for spirituality, which is beyond Klein's ability to bear at present.

I’ll outline it again with my spirituality when the time comes… Klein nodded thoughtfully and began to tidy up the messy table.

He has not made any items for himself yet, because amulets of this level have limited effect on him, so his goal is to further master the study of talismans and, in combination with ritual magic, to make several talismans that can be activated with special syllables for self-defense.

After finishing the finishing work, Klein just walked out of the civilian staff office and was about to hand in the scrapped materials when he saw Captain Dunn coming over in a black windbreaker.

Dunn's deep grey eyes swept across, and he said with a raised corner of his mouth:

"Klein, the Holy Temple has approved that you are our official member."

"Really? That's great!" Klein half-acted in his surprise.

Dunn smiled and nodded:

"You can claim this week's salary of £3 now, and then £4.50 every week thereafter until the advance payment is paid back."

"By the way, did I mention the ritual of the Nighthawks?"

"Every official night watchman must complete a mission independently. Only in this way can he gain recognition from his companions. Considering your outstanding performance before, I think you can be replaced by an ordinary mission. At that time, I will formally introduce you to all the night watchmen in Tingen City."

Klein answered without hesitation:

"OK!"

With the 3 pounds plus the 7 pounds reimbursed, it’s no problem to buy another set of formal suit!

And there's quite a bit left!

Well, I don't know when I can get the mission...

Klein waited until Sunday, when he attended Selina's birthday dinner.

…………

After changing into formal clothes and cleaning his half-high silk hat with a brush and handkerchief, Klein looked in the mirror and walked into the first floor with great satisfaction.

At this time, Melissa was looking up and down at Benson's clothes.

"Is there a problem?" Benson raised his cane, feeling a little guilty under his sister's gaze.

He took a self-examination and decided that there was nothing wrong with him and that he was dressed decently enough.

Melissa retracted her gaze and said with a serious expression:

"Benson, this is a very old formal suit of yours."

"There will be many outstanding ladies and ladies attending today's birthday party. I think your dress is disrespectful to them."

Klein was originally full of doubts, but after hearing Melissa's emphasis, he suddenly came to his senses and smiled as he approached her and said:

"Benson and I are about the same size, so he can wear my other tuxedo."

He had already told his brother and sister about his new suit, saying that it was damaged by a thorn while he was inspecting some cultural relics, so the company generously compensated him. Of course, he concealed the fact of "promotion and salary increase" for fear of scaring Melissa and Benson, and planned to wait half a year before telling them.

Benson and Melissa were very envious of this explanation and felt that Blackthorn Security Company was an impeccable employer.

"Isn't this necessary?" Benson asked, still not understanding the situation.

"No, it's absolutely necessary." Klein pushed Benson's shoulders and walked towards the stairs. "My tuxedo is hanging on the coat rack."

After watching Benson go upstairs with a confused look on his face, Klein turned around and smiled at Melissa:

"You hope that Benson can take advantage of Selina's birthday party to start a wonderful relationship with a certain lady?"

He had read a lot of newspapers and magazines during this period and knew that banquets held by the aristocracy and the middle class often served as matchmaking venues.

Melissa nodded seriously and said:

"Yes, Benson has missed a lot because of us."

Sister, how come you live like my mother... Klein looked at Melissa and suddenly shook his head and laughed.