Whispering Poems

Whispering Poems Chapter 636

2022-01-31

Chapter 634 Mr. Copps' Big Business

"What is the method of containment? How?"

"The way to contain it 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 items and even living people into the mirror world, and Pulled in like this, it's hard to find a way to return to the normal world."

"Father John, can you estimate the price of this relic?"

Shade thought about it for a while. arrive.

"Do you want to sell it?"

The old man glanced at Shade:
"Although it is only poet-level, the containment method is simple and the effect is very practical. If you want to sell Give it to me, I'm willing to spend 1,200 pounds."

Old John can negotiate the price here, since he said 1,200 pounds, the upper limit should be around 1,400 pounds. In this way, this relic can really be regarded as one of the more valuable ones Shade got.

"I don't want to sell it for now..."

"It's not very useful if you keep it, you might as well sell it to me, and then exchange the gold pounds you get for a practical Mystic Art ."

"Oh, Father John, I have to think about it."

Shade put away the mirror, and the old man shook his head helplessly:

"Since it's not for sale, I'll charge your appraisal fee."

"Of course, but before that, we can talk about special blood."

Including the payment for the investigation task that has not yet been settled with Kassandra's mother-in-law, Shade has now obtained two kinds of blood. Therefore, he no longer has a persistent demand for other blood, but if it is really valuable and the price is right, he will also consider buying it.

"I bought the cheap price this time."

Old John bent down from the cabinet under the counter and took out a tin-sealed conical glass bottle , which is a dark red liquid. This liquid is not completely static, and there are actually small bubbles inside it.

"Dad, let's talk about the price first, I won't buy it if it's more than 1,000 pounds."

He only has the two thousand he earned from completing the gray-headed eagle's information transmission work, and he can't buy it. 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 this is first."

The old man reassured Shade:
"Borbo Brando, born in 1384 in the sixth era, was struck by lightning 42 times in his life, about once a year on average, so that his relatives and friends were almost dead. Until the age of 43."

"He finally died of a lightning strike?"

"No, after being struck by lightning, he hit his head in excess of surprise, and then died of blood loss."

Dad said, shaking the small bottle in his hand:
"He was buried in what is now the southwest part of Carson Rick after his death. The cemetery was split open by lightning on the day of his burial. On rainy days, the coffin must be struck by lightning, and the frequency is getting higher and higher, so that later, the cemetery was shrouded in thunderstorms all the year round, so the church had to block the area, which is the famous 'Brando' Lightning strikes the cemetery' area."

"Which one did this gentleman from five hundred years ago offend?"

Shade pointed to the sky cautiously, and old John shook the same cautiously. Shaking his head:
"Only God knows. However, I have his blood in my hands. He was always struck by lightning every year before his death, so he also attracted the interest of the warlocks of that era, so he has this bottle of blood. Unfortunately, The research on blood does not allow people to understand the reason why he was struck by lightning all year round, so this bottle of blood has been handed down. But I want to remind you that even if it has been carefully preserved, this bottle of blood will inevitably survive for more than 500 years. A little spoiled."

He handed out the small bottle in his hand and let Shade look at it:

"Although this blood is very interesting, it is actually useless, and it is used as a collection. It's hard to preserve, that's why I bought it."

"It's like chicken ribs, it doesn't taste good when eaten, and it's a pity to throw it away."

"No, I never regret losing a chicken rib."

Old John said.

"Well, your life looks really rich."

"Don't make fun of me, I'm not wasting food, I often feed it over there with discarded food The stray animals in the alley. Why are you talking about this topic again? Let's talk business, the price is 50 pounds, you know, this is the blood of 500 years ago!"

He used exaggeratedly 's tone.

"It can also be considered rubbish from five hundred years ago."

Shade looked at the bottle of blood against the gas lamp and was curious about how the bubbles appeared in it:
" 30 pounds."

"Then you might as well grab it, 45."

Shade put the bottle on the counter, put his right arm on the counter, leaned his body and looked towards Old John:
"If I really went to grab it, I wouldn't just grab £20. 35."

"42."

"37."

"37."

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“40.”

“39.”

“39 pounds 10 shillings.”

“39 pounds 5 shillings.”

“39”

Shade hurriedly waved his hand:

“Let’s not negotiate on a few shillings, including the appraisal fee just now, I will give it all together. How about your £42?"

"You're really good at bargaining."

The old man whispered, but that means yes.

It's just that Shade isn't in a hurry to give the money, he has another thing:

"Daddy John, I want to ask you something."

"Ask me? It's not cheap. You know, the Hermit Order doesn't bargain."

This was the first time he took the initiative to mention the "Light Guide Hermit Order" in front of Shade.

Shade nods:
"It's about the worship of the twin gods. I learned a ballad or poem that may be ceremony. I want you to help me interpret it."

He recited the strange ballad he had just heard from Professor Manning, and Dad thought about it:
"It doesn't sound like ceremony, it sounds like a way to make an alchemy item."

"How do you hear this?"

"Different people have different interpretations of this kind of knowledge hidden in folk songs or legends. This is just my interpretation."

Although Shade still thinks this is ceremony, Old John's idea can also be tried:
"If I entrust you to help make this alchemy item, how long will it take? How long will it take?"

"The information you gave is too little. I can only use the materials I have at hand to try to make a trial work. I will charge you 1 pound for the manual fee. It's just some leftovers, so the material fee is not necessary. But I can't guarantee it for sure. It's useful, after all, this is the only ballad you gave."

That is, the three deals that evening, Shade spent a total of 43 pounds:
"Okay, when will I get it? "

"I'll be out of business today in two hours."

Shade counted the time:
"Okay, I'll be in the evening." Come get it at 10:30. Just in time, I'm going to buy some undead materials outside the city."

"Where's Kopps?"

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' material store, in a small, unnamed rural cemetery on the northern outskirts of Tobesque, was once visited by Dorothy with Shade. This gentleman has a very eccentric temper. The store only opens at night, and whether it is a new customer or a regular customer, he will definitely be "attacked" by him after entering the cemetery.

Take the carriage from Old John's pawnshop, get off at the edge of town and walk out of town. When he arrived at the cemetery in the suburbs in the dim night, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. The autumn night in the suburbs seems to be colder than in the city. After wearing a mask, stepping on the dead branches on the ground and entering the cemetery shrouded in the night fog, you will see that in the fog swept by the night wind, a floating in the air. A transparent silhouette floated over with a howl of pain.

"Evil Spirit?"

Shade at a moderate pace put on the "Soul Crystal Ring", waited until the face-looking sinister spirit approached and stretched towards his neck After releasing his hands, he slammed his right fist forward:
"Spirit Burst!"

Ye Wu spun in front of the fist, and a light sound seemed to sound in the air, The Evil Spirit retreated out of thin air, disappeared into the fog in the increasingly weak howl, leaving only the voice that seemed to still haunt his ears and refused to leave.

Shade touched his fist and continued walking on the path of the cemetery to the front of the gravekeeper's hut. Mr. Copps was already waiting there, the light of a kerosene lamp in the half-opened hut behind him.

This thin middle age person who looks like an overindulgent, pale face glances at Shade and doesn't ask who he is:

"What do you need?"

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Shade handed him the list of materials for Mystic Art [Guiding Death], and Mr. Copps looked down one by one:

"The brown spirituality dust is gone, you can replace it with black. ?"

"Yes, but the weight of the one third will be increased."

Shade nods, and the priority marks the replacement material in the list

"£115 and 5 shillings. The 5 shillings change is the extra manual fee I charge for dealing with the rotten ghoul's large intestine. That thing is really disgusting."

while Shade took the money from his pocket, and Mr. Copps turned back to his cabin to give Shade the materials. Although not much is needed for each material, accurate weighing with a balance takes time. Therefore, after a full twenty minutes, Mr. Copps put those bottles and paper bags in a paper bag and brought them to Shade.

That paper bag looks like a bag used in a bakery in the city.

Paying with one hand and delivering with one hand, Shade didn't want to talk much with this weird ring warlock, so when he got what he wanted, he wanted to turn around and leave, but was still stopped by the other party:

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"Sorry, just a moment please."

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 Midhill fort can be called "the narrow space of life and death". Other similar areas have different names, but Mr. Copps is definitely saying 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."

Shade half true half false said.

Mr. Copps didn't ask where Shade lived:

"Interested in making some money? Orchid and black's grievance flower. The price is negotiable, 1 pound of corpse grass is 3 pounds, 7s. 10 pence, a pound of Haddon 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 kept fresh during transportation."

Corpse grass is a plant that can be found everywhere in the [life and death], and it is also a common undead material in the material world; It is a hallucinogen that only grows in places like cemeteries or Ancient Battlefield. Shade remembers that when he defeated the undead Knight in the narrow room, he saw a large area nearby; as for the resentful girl, Shade didn't even in his second grade. He had seen it in the textbook, he had only seen the description in Miss Feliana's notebook, and knew that it was a plant related to the dying soul.

Mr. Copps' asking price was about 50% higher than that of plants that normally grow in the material world, but Shade did not agree:
"Mr. Copps, you also know that kind of borderland. What a dangerous place. I'm very interested in this business, but I don't want to go there anymore."

"It's okay, just remember this business, and if there is a chance in the future, you can collect some materials Sell them to me. Corpse grass and Medoran, I will temporarily buy them according to the upper limit of 200 pounds (about 90.72kg) and 130 pounds (about 58.97kg), and there is no limit to the black grudge flower."

Shade does He was very curious about what the other party wanted for so much material, but he didn't ask much:

"Okay, if there is an opportunity, I don't mind making this money."

After leaving the cemetery, Shade used stones to depict the ceremony formation on the ground in a nearby cemetery, and used the environment near the cemetery to learn Mystic Art [Guide to Death] using purchased materials.

And by the time he returned to Old John's pawn shop, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening, but Dad John was still waiting for him, but as soon as Shade walked into the store, the old man clutched his nose and complained Said:

"Detective, what does your body smell like? If you step on animal waste outside the city, please don't go any further."

"I just put My hands were soaked in the soaking liquid of Corpse Water and the roots of the rotting Three-Eyed Witch Tree, but before I entered the city, I had already washed my hands by the small river outside the city."

"Three Eyes The witch tree is notoriously stinky, and the smell can't be washed away. I have a bottle of deodorant here. You pour it into a basin of warm water and wash it carefully. Give me two shillings and take it."

“You really make money.”

Shade said, but gave the money anyway.

The alchemy item that Old John produced based on the ballad provided by Shade has a high probability of being useless, and it has also been produced. Those are two red butterfly pendants with half wings each, about Shade 1/4/2022 palm-size, the material seems to be made of red 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 part is flat, with the rune about "twin" written in red paint. Because a magnet is placed inside, the planes of the butterfly bodies of the two pendants can fit together to form a complete red butterfly with two wings.

"If it doesn't work, remember to tell me, I can improve it, and the next time the production cost will be cheaper for you. If it is useful, let me know, and I can continue to improve it to make the finished product look better. Better."

"No problem, oh, the commission to acquire special blood is over, and this matter can be undone."

Shade waved his hand to say goodbye, but all went When the door was over, he turned around and asked:
"Father John, do you know the [spirit cultivator order]?"

"Of course, those blind nuns are famous."

The old man who was throwing the change from Shade into the cookie box nodded:
"What is this for?"

"Do you know the origin of the order? Is it related to Ancient? God related?"

Old John raised his eyebrows:

"It's so late to ask such a question. For the sake of doing so much business with me today , I won't charge you for the information - the probability of more than 60% is related, but I don't know which one it is."

"Thank you, then I'm welcome."

Shade smiled and thanked:

"Next time I can get a nice bottle of wine to thank you."

"You meaner than me, can you What good wine is there?"

The old man muttered, telling Shade to leave quickly, he was going to close the shop to rest.

It was almost zero when I got home. As soon as the door was opened, Mia cat rushed straight up the stairs, almost knocking Shade down. But Luvia had already left. She was really busy today, so she ended her stargazing at night and went home to rest at ten o'clock.

However, she boiled a pot of hot water for Shade ahead of time so he could make tea when he got home, and left a letter informing him of her recent plan of action with Iluna in Tobesque . As for the last time Shade asked her to investigate the spirit cultivator order from the Prophet Society, there is no information yet.

(end of this chapter)