Chapter 241: Gambling on Luck?

Good at mixing potions, treating people, and growing herbs in the sewers... So he's an "Apothecary"? I wonder if he's a member of the School of Life or a believer of the Earth Mother? Of course, he's more likely a wild one... Klein listened thoughtfully without speaking rashly.

In the Loen Kingdom, because the Church of Storms rejects the Eternal Blazing Sun and the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and the Church of the Evernight Goddess and the Church of the War God are irreconcilable, among foreign religions, only the Earth Mother gained the right to preach. However, due to the tacit suppression by the three major churches, they only have a few scattered churches with a pitiful number of believers. It's not even necessary for them to form Beyonder squads, and even if they did, they wouldn't receive government recognition or cooperate with the police department, making them an "illegal armed force."

Internal Nighthawk records state that the Church of the Earth Mother holds the "Savant" and "Apothecary" Sequence pathways, though the latter seems incomplete.

The man suspected to be an "Apothecary" pushed back his hood, revealing a face with an iron-black mask. However, the mask only covered the area above his nose bridge, clearly showing the fat on his cheeks, which seemed to quiver.

"Let me repeat myself. I need someone to help me clean out the new beasts in the sewers. We only need to deal with the Bridge District of Backlund. I will pay four precious potions as a reward. Two of them can effectively stop bleeding and promote wound healing. Trust me, they are better than getting stitches at a clinic and can work for six months." The man suspected of being an Apothecary stated his requirements and conditions.

He suddenly let out a low laugh and continued describing...

"As for the other two, they have a one and a half month validity period. They can make a man rediscover the urges of his seventeen or eighteen-year-old self, becoming a Beyonder in bed. Heh heh, you know what I mean. Even after the validity period expires, it can still be effective, but the effect will spread from 'there' to the whole body. The user will become abnormally violent, with greatly increased strength, speed, and agility, er, but will fall into a state of weakness half an hour later."

How is this like a disreputable doctor who sticks ads on telephone poles? And he's shamelessly promoting expired medicine... Klein couldn't help but silently complain.

After he finished speaking, the man suspected to be an Apothecary saw that the living room was silent, and no one was speaking, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say: "On top of the four precious potions, I'll add an extra 30 pounds!"

Finally, a man sitting on the edge of the sofa spoke up.

He looked around and said in a low voice: "I accept this commission. You prepay two potions, one of each type. Mr. 'Eye of Wisdom' will be the witness."

"No problem." An old man on a single sofa nodded.

His nasolabial folds were deep, his skin slightly shriveled, and his voice carried an old tone. From this, Klein judged that he was a rather old gentleman.

"Alright." The man suspected to be an Apothecary breathed a sigh of relief.

After this transaction was completed, the gathering seemed to liven up a bit. Soon, a woman whose face was completely covered by the shadow of her hood said: "I want to sell two weapons."

Weapons? Klein adjusted his sitting position, becoming more focused.

Since he couldn't advance for now, if he wanted to improve his strength, he could only rely on external items.

"One is a runic steel sword, crafted by the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun. It has purification and exorcism effects, making it the bane of undead creatures like water ghosts, vengeful spirits, and living corpses. It can still be used for three years. Of course, its sharpness is enough to kill." The woman's voice fluctuated in pitch, clearly trying to disguise her characteristics. "500 pounds, or the Sequence 8 'Barbarian' formula, and it's yours."

So expensive... For me, there's no reason to obtain it... If I really encounter an undead creature I can't currently deal with, blowing the copper whistle is a better method... Even if I don't find Mr. Azik, just that messenger should be able to intimidate many undead creatures... Klein shook his head inwardly, listening to the woman introduce the second weapon: "A serrated meat knife. It has an exquisite mechanical structure, can be transformed, and is easy to carry. A serrated meat knife like this is a deadly weapon in practice, crafted by an outstanding artisan. Rare, 25 pounds."

The difference in pricing between weapons with supernatural effects and those without is truly vast... Klein observed the rest until the runic steel sword was bought by a gloomy man from another corner, and the serrated meat knife became a part of Mr. "Eye of Wisdom"'s collection.

Of the next few transactions, some succeeded and some failed. The only one Klein was interested in was the "Fortune Accessory", a supernatural item that could improve one's financial luck for three months, but that wasn't his main goal, and the price was quite unappealing.

Seeing that the scene had fallen back into silence, he slowly exhaled and said in a low voice: "I want to sell an item."

After attracting everyone's attention, he took out an iron cigarette case and pushed out the clump of dark red Beyonder characteristic that looked like jelly.

Without needing to organize his words, he had already rehearsed an introduction: "This is something I obtained from a corpse. I'm not sure what it does, but I just feel it seems very magical. Perhaps someone among you recognizes it?"

Klein intentionally didn't mention that this was a Beyonder characteristic, nor did he say that the dark red "jelly" in his hand could replace the main ingredient for the "Hunter" potion.

This involved the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Conservation, and he certainly didn't want to give this gathering of Beyonders an advantage.