"What is the containment method? What happens if the containment goes out of control?"
"The way of containment is to wrap it up when not in use, and don't point it at the outside world for a long time. Otherwise, it will spontaneously pull all nearby objects and even living people into the mirror world, and it will be difficult to find a way to return if it is pulled in like this. normal world."
"Papa John, can you give an estimate for this relic?"
Xia De thought for a while and wanted to find out.
"You want to sell?"
The old man glanced at Xia De:
"Although it's only at the poet level, the containment method is simple and the effect is very practical. If you want to sell it to me, I'm willing to spend 1,200 pounds."
Old John can bargain here. Since he asked for 1,200 pounds, the upper limit should be around 1,400 pounds. From this point of view, this relic can really be regarded as one of the more valuable ones Xia De got. .
"I don't want to sell for now."
"It's not very useful for you to keep it, why don't you sell it to me, and then exchange the gold pound you get for a practical thaumaturgy."
"Oh, Papa John, I've got to think about it."
Xia De put away the mirror, and the old man shook his head helplessly:
"Since you don't sell it, I will charge you an appraisal fee."
"Of course, but before that, we can talk about special blood."
Counting the rewards for the investigation tasks that have not yet been settled with Granny Cassandra, Shade has already obtained two kinds of blood. Therefore, he no longer has any persistent needs for other blood, but if it is really valuable and the price is right, he will also consider buying it.
"The cheapness this time was bought by myself."
Old John bent down from the cabinet under the counter and took out a tin-sealed Erlenmeyer glass bottle, which contained a dark red liquid. This liquid is not completely still, and small bubbles are actually being produced inside it.
"Father, let's talk about the price first, I won't buy it if it costs more than 1,000 pounds."
He only has the two thousand he earned from completing the grey-headed eagle's information transmission work, so he can't spend more.
"Don't worry, I said that I will consider your financial strength. This is very cheap. Let me tell you what kind of blood it is."
The old man reassured Xia De:
"Borbo Brando, who was born in 1384 in the sixth general calendar, was struck by lightning 42 times in his life, about once a year on average, so that almost all relatives and friends around her died. Until the age of 43... ..”
"He was finally struck by lightning and died?"
"No, after being struck by lightning, he hit his head because of excessive surprise, and then died of excessive blood loss."
said the old man, shaking the little bottle in his hand:
"After his death, he was buried in the mountainous area southwest of Carson Rik. The cemetery was split open by lightning on the day of his burial. Since then, whenever it rains, the coffin must be struck by lightning, and the frequency is getting higher and higher. So much later, that cemetery was shrouded in thunderstorms all the year round, so the church had to seal off that area, which is the well-known 'Brando Lightning Cemetery' area."
"Which one did you offend the gentleman five hundred years ago?"
Xia De cautiously pointed to the sky, and Old John also cautiously shook his head:
"Only God knows. However, I have his blood in my hand. He must be struck by lightning every year during his lifetime, so he also attracted the interest of the ring magicians of that era. That's why I have this bottle of blood. Unfortunately, for the study of blood, It does not allow people to understand the reason why he was struck by lightning all the year round, so this bottle of blood has been handed down. But I want to remind you that even if it is carefully preserved, this bottle of blood will inevitably deteriorate after more than 500 years."
He handed out the small bottle in his hand and let Xia De check it out:
"Although this blood is very interesting, it is actually useless, and it is difficult to preserve as a collection, so I bought it."
"Just like the ribs of a chicken, it's tasteless if you eat it, and it's a pity to throw it away."
"No, I never feel sorry for throwing away a chicken rib."
Old John said.
"Well, then, your life looks really rich."
"Don't be ironic about me. I'm not wasting food. I often use the food I throw away to feed the stray animals in the alley over there... Why are you talking about this topic again? Let's talk about business, one price, 50 pounds, You know, this is blood from five hundred years ago!"
He used a very exaggerated tone.
"At the same time, it can also be regarded as garbage from five hundred years ago."
Xia De observed the bottle of blood against the gas lamp, wondering how the bubbles inside appeared:
"30 pounds."
"Then you might as well grab it, 45."
Shad put the bottle on the counter, put his right arm on the counter, leaned his body and looked at Old John:
"If I did go for it, I wouldn't just grab £20. 35.
"
"42."
"37."
"40."
"39."
"Thirty-nine pounds and ten shillings."
"Thirty-nine pounds and five shillings."
"39..."
Xia De hastily waved his hands:
"Let's stop haggling over a few shillings. Including the appraisal fee just now, how about I give you a total of 42 pounds?"
"You really know how to bargain."
The old man whispered, but it meant that it was okay.
However, Xia De was not in a hurry to give money, he had another thing:
"Papa John, I want to ask you something."
"Ask me for advice? It's not cheap. The Priory doesn't bargain, you know."
This is the first time he has mentioned the "Light Guiding Priory" in front of Xia De on his own initiative.
Xia De nodded:
"It's about the worship of the twin gods. I learned a ballad or poem that may be a ritual. I want you to help me interpret it."
He repeated the strange ballad he had just heard from Professor Manning, and the old man thought for a while:
"It doesn't sound like a ritual, but a method of making alchemy items."
"How did you hear that?"
"For this kind of knowledge hidden in folk songs or legends, different people interpret it in different ways. This is just my interpretation."
Although Shad still thinks this is a ritual, you can also try Old John's idea:
"If I entrust you to help make this alchemy item, how long will it take? How long will it take?"
That is to say, Xia De spent a total of 43 pounds on these three transactions tonight:
"Well, when can I get it?"
"Two hours later, after finishing your business, I can close my business today."
Xia De counted the time:
"Okay, I'll pick it up at 10:30 in the evening. Just in time, I'm going outside the city to buy some undead materials."
"Where is Cops?"
Old John asked with drooping eyelids.
"You know him too?"
"I've done a few businesses. I don't want to speak ill of people behind their backs, but that person really looks like a real corpse."
Mr. Copps's material store is located in the unnamed small village cemetery in the northern suburbs of Tobesk. Dorothy once brought Shad here once. This gentleman has a very weird temper, the store is only open at night, and no matter whether he is a stranger or a regular customer, he will definitely be "attacked" after entering the cemetery.
Depart from Old John's Pawn Shop by carriage, get off at the edge of town and walk out of town. When he arrived at the cemetery in the suburbs in the hazy night, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. The autumn night in the suburbs seems to be colder than that in the city. Putting on a mask, stepping on the dead branches on the ground, after entering the cemetery shrouded in night fog, one can see a ghost floating in the air in the fog swept by the night wind. A transparent figure floated over with a painful wail.
"Evil spirit?"
Xia De put on the "Mind Crystal Ring" unhurriedly, and when the ferocious soul approached and stretched out his hands towards his neck, he swung his right fist forward violently:
"Mind blast!"
The night mist swirled in front of the fist, and there seemed to be a soft bang in the air. The evil spirit retreated out of thin air, and disappeared into the mist amidst the weaker and weaker howls, leaving only the The voice in my ear refused to leave.
Xia De touched his fist, and continued to walk forward on the path of the cemetery, and came to the front of the gravekeeper's hut. Mr. Copps was already waiting there, and the half-open cabin behind was the light of a kerosene lamp.
This skinny middle-aged man with a white complexion who seemed to be overindulgent glanced at Xia De, and didn't ask who he was:
"what do you need?"
Shade handed him the material list of thaumaturgy [Guide to Death], and Mr. Cops looked down one by one:
"The brown spiritual dust is gone, can I replace it with black one?"
"Yes, but add a third of the weight."
Shad nodded, and the priest marked the replacement materials in the list.
"115 pounds and 5 shillings. The change of 5 shillings is an extra manual fee for handling the rotten ghoul intestines. That thing is really disgusting."
While Shad took the money from his pocket, Mr. Copps turned and went back to his hut to prepare materials for Shad. Although each material does not require much, it takes time to accurately weigh it with a balance. Therefore, it took a full twenty minutes for Mr. Copps to pack those bottles, cans and paper packages in a
Give it to Shad in a paper bag.
The paper bag looked like a city bakery bag.
Paying the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, Xia De was unwilling to chat with this weird ring warlock, so he wanted to turn around and leave after getting what he wanted, but he was stopped by the other party:
"Sorry, please wait a moment."
Mr Copps twitched his nose:
"Have you been to the border between life and death recently?"
Only the large enough boundary between life and death under Fort Midsill can be called the "Life and Death Space". Other similar areas are called differently, but Mr. Copps must be talking about that kind of place.
"Yes, I just came back from out of town. During the trip, there was some trouble on the third floor of the small hotel where I lived."
Xia De said half-truth and half-falsely.
Mr Copps did not ask Shad where he lived:
"Are you interested in making some money? I buy a large number of corpse grass, Hadoran and black resentment flowers from the borderlands. The price is negotiable, 1 pound of corpse grass 3 pounds 7 shillings, 1 pound of Ming Tolan is 13 pounds, 15 shillings and 5 pence, and I can give you 20 pounds for a grievance flower. But it must be carefully preserved, and it must be kept fresh during transportation."
Corpse grass is a plant that can be found everywhere in the narrow space of life and death, and it is also a common undead material in the material world; Ming Tuolan is often used as a powerful hallucinogen, and it only grows in places such as cemeteries or ancient battlefields. De remembered that when he defeated the undead knight in the narrow room, he saw a large area nearby; as for the resentment girl, Xia De didn't even see it in his second-grade textbook, he only saw it in Miss Fei Lianna's notebook. I have read the description and know that this is a plant related to dying souls.
Mr. Copps’ asking price was about 50% higher than that of plants that normally grow in the material world, but Xia De did not agree:
"Mr. Copps, you also know how dangerous that kind of borderland is. I am very interested in this business, but I don't want to go there again."
"It doesn't matter, just keep this business in mind. If you have a chance in the future, you can collect some materials and sell them to me. For corpse grass and Hadoran, I will temporarily use 200 pounds (about 90.72kg) and 130 pounds (about 58.97kg) There is an upper limit to purchase, and there is no limit to the black resentful girl flowers."
Xia De was really curious about what the other party wanted so many materials for, but he didn't ask too much:
"Okay, I wouldn't mind making the money if I had the chance."
After leaving the cemetery, Xia De used stones to carve a ritual formation on the ground in a nearby cemetery. Taking advantage of the environment close to the cemetery, he learned thaumaturgy [Guide to Death] using the materials he bought.
And when he returned to Old John's **** shop, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but Father John was still waiting for him, but as soon as Shade entered the store, the old man held his nose and complained:
"Detective, what's the smell on you? If you step on animal excrement outside the city, please don't go any further."
"I just soaked my hands in the corpse water and the soaking liquid of the root system of the rotten three-eyed witch tree, but before I entered the city, I had washed my hands by the small river outside the city."
"The three-eyed witch tree is notoriously smelly, and the smell can't be washed off at all. I have a bottle of deodorant here. You pour it into a basin of warm water and scrub it carefully. Give me two shillings and I'll take it away. "
"You really know how to make money."
Xia De said, but still gave the money.
The alchemy items that Old John made based on the ballad provided by Shad, which is probably useless, have also been made. Those are two red butterfly pendants with half wings each, about the size of a quarter of Xia De's palm. The material seems to be made of copper, but after special treatment, it shows a red color.
The wings are double-sided, while the bodies of the two pendant butterflies are single-sided. The other side of the butterfly's body is flat, with runes about "Twins" written in red paint. Because the magnet is placed inside, the body planes of the two pendant butterflies can be fitted together to form a complete red butterfly with two wings.
"If it's useless, remember to tell me, I can improve it, and the next production cost will be cheaper for you. If it's useful, tell me, and I can continue to improve and make the finished product better."
"No problem, oh, the commission to acquire special blood is over~www.mtlnovel.com~ This matter can be revoked."
Xia De waved his hand to say goodbye, but he had already reached the door, and turned around and asked:
"Papa John, do you know [Spiritual Religion]?"
"Of course I know, those blind nuns are famous."
The old man who was throwing the change that Xia De gave into the biscuit box nodded:
"What do you ask this for?"
"Do you know the origin of the sect? Is it related to the ancient gods?"
Old John raised his eyebrows:
"It's so late, and you actually ask this kind of question. In view of the fact that you have done so much business with me today, I won't charge you for the materials—a probability of more than 60%
It's related, but I don't know who it is. "
"Thank you, then I'm welcome."
Xia De smiled and thanked:
"Next time I can thank you with a nice bottle of wine."
"You guy who is more stingy than me, what good wine can you have?"
The old man muttered, telling Xia De to leave quickly, he was going to close the shop to rest.
When I got home, it was almost midnight. As soon as the door was opened, Mia Cat rushed over from the stairs, almost knocking Shade down. But Luvia had already left. She was really busy today, so she finished her evening stargazing work and went home to rest after ten o'clock.
However, she boiled a pot of hot water for Xia De in advance so that he could make tea when he went home, and she also left a letter informing him of her and Iluna's recent action plan in Tobesk. As for the last time Xia De asked her to investigate the spiritual sect from the Prophet Association, it has not been settled yet.