Part 3 THE TRAVELER Chapter 128 A Roll of the Dice
Emlyn, undaunted by Leonard Mitchell’s invitation, entered the house with a silk bowler hat and a wry smile.
He did not take off his coat, because the “professor of magic potions” always carries a lot of auxiliary items, and it is not so beautiful to lose the cover.
Emlyn sat down in his straight tuxedo, leaned his back against the support behind him, and spoke leisurely:
”It doesn’t really have to be that much trouble.
”Yes, just quote the price, no, just be honest.
”Of course, I’m pretty sure you do.”
He laughed softly, his bright red eyes reflecting the figure of Leonard Mitchell who didn’t care about being neatly clothed.
This scene of me knowing what secrets you have and you having absolutely no knowledge of me was soothing to Emlyn’s mind and body and extremely superior.
Leonard combed his fingers through his dark hair and casually sat down to the chair opposite him, smiling without appearing alarmed or puzzled in any way, and said:
”At least I have to know who wants it.”
”Maybe it’s me, maybe it’s a friend of mine.” Emlyn lifted her chin lightly and smiled gracefully.
Leonard narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly sideways, as if thinking about something.
Finally, he let out a laugh:
”Well, since you’ve come with this badge, I’ll answer you frankly.
”I do have a magical item that can steal someone’s extraordinary abilities, but it’s the only one.
”If you want to buy it away, £7,000, no counter-offers accepted.”
7000 pounds? A similar magical item that expensive? Even though he didn’t have to pay for it himself, Emlyn was still shocked, and was nearly unable to maintain his Blood Clan demeanor.
Inside his mind, he had automatically converted that amount of money into how many mannequins and how many mannequin dresses and skirts.
After two seconds of silence, Emlyn broke into a smile and said:
”I’ll think about it and give you an answer in the next two days.”
”Okay.” Leonard Mitchell hooked the corner of his mouth.
Exiting the house at 7 Pinter Street, Emlyn acted as if nothing had happened, hiring a hired carriage to the steam subway station in the North End and returning all the way to the South End of the Bridge.
Removing his hat and glancing back at the carriage as it drove through the pedestrianized streets, Emlyn let out a low chuckle and stepped into the Harvest Church.
In the middle of a street tree and an iron-black gas streetlight pole, inconspicuous shadows suddenly floated and out emerged the dark-haired, green-pupiled Leonard Mitchell.
He appeared so noiselessly that he didn’t even attract the attention of any passersby.
”Someone from the Church of Mother Earth Goddess?” Leonard frowned slightly, as if talking to himself.
He paused for two seconds and left the Moonflower Street where the Harvest Church was located.
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”Seven thousand pounds? Why doesn’t he go and grab it?” Above the gray mist, Klein, who heard the return of “Moon” Emlyn, nearly lost his voice.
Similar words had been uttered when he was Gelman Sparrow, but the mood in the two scenarios was very different.
According to the third mate of the “Golden Dream” ship, “Flower Bow Tie” Jodson’s bounty, Klein guessed that the price of a similar magical item was around 5,000 pounds, and even at a premium, it would be at most 6,000 pounds, but who knows, Leonard Mitchell directly opened 7,000 pounds! Pounds!
Could it be an item left over from a higher sequence, where stealing someone else’s extraordinary ability is just one of the effects? No, if that’s the case, how can the price start at 10,000 pounds …… Fellow poet, how come I didn’t know that you were a treacherous businessman before, you clearly showed that you were very spontaneous and didn’t care much about money …… Klein couldn’t help but sigh a few times.
Since there were already clues and saw the light of day, and it could be solved with money, Klein didn’t want to seek other avenues, lest there be accidents.
He did a quick calculation of his fortune and realized that this was the price he could afford:
”Counting the apothecary’s advance of £300 for the commission, the bounty of £5,400 for the ‘coquette’ and the money scavenged from the corpse, and deducting the payment of £200 for the remuneration paid to Miss ‘Magician,’ I have now a total of twelve hundred and seventy-seven thousand seven hundred and seventy-seven pound bills plus five gold coins, and that’s not counting the change of three soule and eight pence.
”Besides, Miss ‘Justice’ will pay £2,000 in arrears and £1,800 for the ‘psychiatrist’s’ properties before the end of the week, so I’m a lot richer than I thought I’d be, and I can call myself a rich man even in Birkeland now.”
Crane sucked in his breath and, without further hesitation, let the bills fly over the top of the clutter pile and land on the table.
He carefully counted out 7,500 pounds in cash and set them aside – 7,000 pounds for the magical item and 500 pounds for the Emlyn “risk” fee.
Ouch, hard work over ten thousand, at once lost most of the …… Klein manifested “world”, let him put on a prayer gesture, told Emlyn that there is no problem, in a quarter of an hour to hold a ceremony, to receive the “Fool” Mr. transit gift “Mr. Fool’s gift of transit.
In addition, Klein also asked “The World” to instruct “Moon” Emlyn not to rush to complete the transaction after receiving the cash, but must wait until tomorrow – he was afraid that Leonard Mitchell’s body He was afraid that Leonard Mitchell’s family angel of the Zoroaster family noticed the gray mist on the bills, and wanted to have a “smell” process, just like when he gave Emlin the badge.
A quarter of an hour passed, and Klein sighed as he glanced at the remaining gold pounds, which had more than halved in thickness, and returned to the real world.
By now, it was 10:40 on Friday, about eight hours before the ship arrived on Olavi.
It was time to terrorize the “dice of probability” once again …… Klein whispered, performed the ritual, and brought out the iron cigarette case containing the “all-black eye”.
He guessed that the fat pharmacist Duckwell has any suspicion about this, so, deliberately get the dice to the washroom to deal with.
Seeing the “Dice of Probability” quiet down again, Klein quickly disposed of the “All Black Eyes” and the iron cigarette case, took a long breath of relief, and counted the time:
”It should last long enough to get it to Duckwell’s contact without any further processing.”
With that thought in mind, Klein considered another question rather worriedly:
”The ‘Eye of Total Blackness’ has appeared in front of the ‘Real Creator’ and there’s still K’s mental contamination, taking it out every few hours like this might get it locked up by K and send a strong person over to look for it.
”However, it’s just a minute or two each time, it shouldn’t be a big problem, even if it’s detected, their sensing of the location won’t be too accurate, hey, involving the ‘Real Creator’, it can’t be determined by divination, it can only raise the alert, fortunately, it’s the last time recently, and it’s only seven or eight hours to the destination up …… Why am I Flagging myself, blah blah blah, I wasn’t thinking about anything just now.”
Crane picked up the Dice of Probability and returned to the parlor, where he saw the fat apothecary slumped in his easy chair in a depressed state of mind, while Harry the Owl was glowing with energy and didn’t seem to need any rest.
Is this what happens when different creatures take the same potion? At least Ms. Justice didn’t say that she didn’t need to sleep …… The owl’s physiological structure brings about its uniqueness? Hey, I don’t know enough about it ah, really is a little bit of everything know a little bit of everything only know a little bit of the keyboard strong person …… Klein sat to the sofa, put the milky white dice into the ring box, patiently waiting for the evening to come, the ship into the harbor.
Time passed by, and the bright sun high in the sky gradually moved westward, getting lower and lower.
At this moment, Klein, who was resting his eyes, suddenly straightened his body and sensed a strong danger coming!
This surpassed the spiritual intuition of a “soothsayer” and the dangerous premonition of a “clown”, as if it originated from the invisible gray mist that rippled strangely around him.
”There is an enemy! ‘Tail Swallower’ Urolius or the Holy One of the ‘Aurora Society’?” Klein opened his eyes and thought about countermeasures with an unusually serious expression.
At a time like this, but if there was the slightest mistake, he would have to think about coming back from the dead.
As for Fat Apothecary Duckwell and Owl Harry, there was absolutely no way they would be spared!
He began to hope that the visitor can only vaguely sense, can only determine a large range, not necessarily able to find himself or the “dice of probability”, but considering that this is a sailing ship, the vicinity of the sea is uninhabited, the target does not seem to be difficult to lock, when the time comes, the trouble will be even greater, so he had to give up decisively.
Above the passenger ship, the void suddenly tore apart, vaguely presenting an invisible door covered with various complex symbols.
Two slightly pale hands reached out from the doorway and violently pulled back, allowing the entire body to walk out.
He wore the black fedora and classic dark robes favored by the old man, yet his appearance appeared to be less than forty, and his brown hair was slightly curled, giving him an unusually hard look.
His dark eyes seemed to have countless shadows hovering within them, and seemed to harbor world after world of chaos.
Klein’s sense of danger grew stronger, and the mere change in his expression scared Duckwell and Harry the Owl into not moving.
No longer hesitating, he leaned forward and picked up the “dice of probability” based on the plans he had made for similar situations in the past few days.
”Behavior determination on the malcontents that just arrived, I want 1 point!” Klein whispered in a deep voice and threw out the milky white dice, and subconsciously prayed to the goddess in his heart, hoping that the dice, which had just been terrorized for a short while, would be obedient and be able to work.
At the same time, he acted extremely calm, lest the dice sense its own tightness and take advantage of it to mess up.
In the sound of clattering, the “dice of probability” rolled a few times and settled on a bright red point like blood.
Above the passenger ship, the black-robed man with less than forty years of age had reflected the entire ship in his eyes.
He spread out the spirit, scanned the circle, probing hand grabbed the void in front of him, and violently pulled open a nearly invisible door.
This powerful man stepped inside and disappeared.
Klein in the first class cabin instantly felt that the danger was far away, and it was hard to contain a quiet sigh of relief.
He gazed 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 big negative effect and could be fully utilized, it would simply be a divine weapon!
”Worthy of being a ‘0’ level seal, worthy of the uniqueness of the ‘monster’ pathway ……”
”Just now, what happened just now?” Fat Apothecary Duckwell then found his courage and asked cautiously.
Klein kept his posture unchanged and responded calmly:
”You don’t need to know.”
”I understand, I understand, the more you know the more dangerous it is.” Duckwell wiped the cold sweat from his head.
The next few hours passed without further incident, and when the sun had fallen into the sea horizon and the sky was completely dark, Klein finally saw a towering lighthouse appear not far away.