The Lord Of The Mysteries

Chapter 83's

Holding a yellowish-brown paper bag full of medicinal herbs, Bogda staggered out of the Lawson Folk Potion Shop.

While waiting for the tracked carriage, he suddenly realized.

He had spent ten pounds to buy a bag of goods?

It's almost a month's paycheck for him!

If not for his trust in Anna and Joyce, he wouldn't have brought that kind of money to the Divination Club!

Could it be that the reason why Mr Moretti had only received eight pence for his prediction, had something to do with his collusion with the boss of the Lawson Folk Potion Shop, to earn more? This is a classic scam written in the paper! When Bogda made this connection, he even started to suspect Klein a little. He even begins to suspect Joyce and Anna.

When the tracked carriage stopped in front of him, he saw the potion in his hand. Unable to bring himself back, he entered the carriage with a heavy heart.

…

Inside Lawson's Folk Potion Shop.

As the boss saw Bogda leave, he suddenly turned his head and shouted to the door where there was a pile of herbs, "Scharmaine, stop buying herbs from today."

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

The boss smiled and said, "This is the sixteenth customer who came because of my fame. If this continues, I believe the Nighthawks, Machinery Hivemind, and Mandated Punishers will be watching me. When the time comes, I will need to consider going to another city."

"Then, do we need to rent out this store?" Scharmaine nodded in understanding as she asked with concern.

The boss laughed.

"If you want to stay, you can be the boss of this store. You have been able to identify herbs and concoct medicine. Of course, remember to deposit half of your monthly profit into my anonymous Backlund Bank account."

"But I haven't learned what you're really good at." Scharmaine was fed up of never staying in the city for more than a year, but she was unwilling to give up learning the magic formula her master possessed.

The boss casually swung himself in his chair.

"That's not something you can learn just because you want to …"

…

A blackish-green bubbling liquid appeared before Bogda's eyes. The smell of the socks and the color that made people want to vomit made him very suspicious of everything he had done today.

When the rooster's blood was put into the medicine, Bogda's father looked at his son anxiously and said, "i think surgery is the best option."

A few drops of chicken blood bubbled with the boiling liquid before disappearing. Bogda took a deep breath and said, "If this medicine is useless, I will consider surgery."

"God will take care of you." Bogda's father pointed to the triangular Holy Emblem on his chest.

By the time the boiling liquid had cooled, Bogda had no intention of throwing ten pounds. He raised his right hand and closed his eyes. Flicking his head back, he gulped his medicine down at once.

A pungent fragrance that had a dangerous smell of blood, swirled in his mouth as he nearly vomited out everything he had just drank.

That night, Bogda had a stomachache. She went to the bathroom six times, and by the time the red moon disappeared, she was groggy asleep.

After an unknown period of time had passed, he gasped awake, dreaming that he was being reprimanded by his boss at work.

"Thank God, I took three days of annual leave. I don't have to rush to work." Bogda let out a sigh of relief when he discovered that he felt much more excited.

This was in stark contrast to the lethargic state he had experienced over the past few weeks.

Bogda subconsciously reached out and pressed the right side of his stomach. He noticed that the area that had previously been sore when under slight pressure felt normal. He only felt pain from the usual pressure.

"Don't tell me it's really effective? The pharmacist was obviously just fooling me.." Bogda was surprised and hesitant as he got out of bed. He stretched himself and felt his health back at him.

He was silent for a very long time as he muttered, "According to the pharmacist, I still need to drink it twice. After I finish drinking, I will go to the hospital to get a checkup from the doctor.. .

"The pharmacist didn't tell me how many times I could drink a day …

"…I still think he's a fraud…"

…

Inside the civilian staff office of Blackthorn Security Company, from a previous request, Klein received a room where nothing would bother him.

He held a chisel knife and exuded his spirituality. He seriously carved spells and symbols on the two silver accessories.

The mantra is a request to avoid disaster and is written in Hermes. Both symbols of mysticism symbolize the Goddess Overnight as well as the Empress of Disaster and Horror.

In addition, Klein also added a Street Number corresponding to the Goddess, 7, and magical characteristics.

In addition, talismans and talismans must be carved on both sides; and the symbols, spells, and characteristics of each side, their exact location, or their special format are in the realm of mysticism. The people scattered among the common people were filled with mistakes.

As he calmed his mind, his spirituality spewed out from the tip of the carving knife. The number 7 appears on the surface of the silver accessory.

He had already finished carving spells and symbols on the other side of the accessory. All that remains is to finish off the remaining side.

After putting down his knife, all of his spirituality was chained together when Klein suddenly felt a strange, majestic, and terrifying surge of energy throughout the room.

The commotion quickly disappeared as the spells on both sides of the accessory became complete with Klein Spirit Vision. It was emitting a quiet darkness.

He put down his sculpting knife and gently polished the silver accessories formed from vertical circles and pieces. He felt a hint of coolness from the soft surface to the touch.

"Done!" He happily placed the finished talisman and another one he had previously completed into his pocket, planning to look for an opportunity to give it to Benson and Melissa.

The amulets made by Beyonders have a certain level of effectiveness. They let the wearer unknowingly avoid disaster to some extent, but that was not too ridiculous. Furthermore, their spirituality would be reduced bit by bit. Unless one used high-level ritual magic and made a prayer device, one year was the maximum time one could use. As for high-level ritual magic, there was an extremely high requirement of spirituality. It was not something Klein could withstand right now.

When the time comes, I can use my spirituality to make another one .. Klein thought, nodding as he began to tidy up the messy table.

He did not make it for himself for the time being, because a talisman of that level had a limited effect on him. Therefore, the goal was to gain a deeper understanding of the spell before trying to pair it with ritual magic. That way he could create some defensive talismans that could be specially activated by sound.

After everything was done, Klein walked out of the office and prepared to hand over the damaged materials. That's when he saw Captain Dunn walking in his black jacket.

Dunn's deep, gray eyes swept over her as she smiled.

"Klein, the Holy Cathedral has approved it. Now you are an official member."

"really? That's nice!" Klein expressed his excitement.

Dunn nodded and said with a smile, "Now you can receive an additional payment of three pounds for the week.you will receive 4.50 pounds each subsequent week until the advance payment is paid off.

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

"Each official Nighthawk must complete the mission independently. Only by doing so will you get recognition from your partners. Taking into account the outstanding performance you showed, I believe I can assign you an ordinary mission instead. When that happens, I'll officially introduce you to all the Nighthawks in Tingen City."

Klein replied without hesitation, "Alright!"

Three pounds plus seven pounds compensation. Getting a new suit is no problem anymore!

Furthermore, he still had a lot of remains!

Well, who knows when my mission will arrive …

Klein waited until Sunday, Selena's birthday banquet.

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Changing his formal suit and using brushes and handkerchiefs to tidy up half his hat, Klein looked at himself in the mirror before walking to the first floor in satisfaction.

At that moment, Melissa was measuring Benson's clothes.

"Is there a problem?" Benson raised his wand, feeling a little less due to his sister's gaze.

He felt that there was nothing wrong with him when he examined himself. He was dressed quite politely.

Melissa stopped looking at him and said with a serious expression, "Benson, that is a very old suit that you are wearing."

"There will be many great women and mistresses participating in the birthday banquet today.I believe that by wearing it, it will be a form of disrespect to them."

Klein was initially filled with questions. However, when he heard Melissa's suppression, he immediately realized what was going on. He left with a small laugh and said, "Benson and I have the same body. He can wear my other tux."

He had already told his brothers about buying a new suit. He explained it by saying that his clothes had been torn while inspecting certain objects. Therefore, the company generously compensated him. Of course, he hid the problem he was "promoted with a raise." He was afraid of scaring them and only planned to tell them after half a year.

Such an explanation made Benson and Melissa extremely envious. They felt that the Blackthorn Security Company was the perfect company.

"Not necessary, is it?" Benson replied, unaware of the seriousness of the situation.

"No, it's very important." Klein pushed Benson's shoulder up the stairs. "Tuxedo I'm hanging on a clothes rack."

After seeing Benson climb the stairs in a daze, Klein turned around and smiled at Melissa.

"Are you hoping Benson will use the opportunity given by Selena's birthday party to start a beautiful new romance?"

He has read quite a lot of newspapers and magazines recently. He knew that banquets of nobles and the middle class were usually the reason for blind dates.

Melisa nodded in earnest.

"Yes, Benson has lost too much because of us."

Sister, why are you like a mother. Klein looked at Melissa as she suddenly shook her head with a desperate laugh.