"Hugh, I think I may know what the 'conspirator's potion ingredients' that person asked you to find are."
Returning to his residence in Hillston District, Forsi put on comfortable pajamas, and his tone was no longer as lazy as usual, but instead sounded a little nostalgic.
"What is it?" Xio, who was a little disappointed because he didn't come across the ingredients for the Sheriff's potion, didn't notice the subtle difference in his friend's tone and asked directly.
"It's the kind of thing Mr. V wants to buy." Forsi said this, and once again thought of the kind Mrs. Anlisa, and the bottle she drank, which was made with the gemstones that appeared after Mrs. Anlisa's death.
The magic potion, "What appears on the bodies of extraordinary people after they die is the main ingredient of the potion in their path."
"Is that so? No wonder the price quoted by Mr. V is almost the price of the main ingredient of the potion... So that person does not want to purchase the material, but... wants to find someone who killed the 'conspirator'?
"Xio's expression immediately became serious, and then he said with some doubts:
"Could it be that Mr. V suddenly started buying things like that just to find the murderer?"
"Probably not? Otherwise, just like the person who gave you the task, just buy the conspirator's potion materials. Speaking of which, aren't there craftsmen who can use extraordinary materials to create magical items? Maybe Mr. V has found one recently.
Where is the craftsman?" Although Fors is usually too lazy to use his brain, he is still sharp enough. After hearing his friend's guess, Xio's fluctuating IQ finally came online, and he suddenly said:
"That's it! There were several transactions of extraordinary items at the party today. I originally thought it was just a coincidence, but if Mr. V found a way to make extraordinary items, it would make sense!"
Having said this, Xio sighed again——
"But even if we know it, it doesn't mean anything to us!"
"Why is it meaningless?" Forsi poked Xio's forehead, pretending to be relaxed and said:
"Think about it, don't we know Snow? Since he is buying up the main ingredients for potions on a large scale, he must be able to identify them, right? Why don't we just ask him to pay attention to the main ingredients for the Sheriff's potions? He took 600 pounds.
If we buy it from him for 700 pounds or 800 pounds, he won't stop selling it, right?"
"But doesn't he accept cash? And we don't have any money now." Xio shook his head, but Forsi said with an angry look:
"You're stupid! Don't we still owe him tasks? If you are promoted to sequence eight, the tasks will be reduced ten times! Ten times! If I can be promoted to a magic master, I only need to do a hundred tasks to pay off the debt.
Now, speaking of which, did that guy send you a mission recently? Didn’t Emperor Russell say that? Don’t worry if you have too many debts!”
Xio's face became a little complicated as she listened to Forsi's words. After a while, she said, "Forsi, do you know that when you said this, you looked very much like the people I work with."
"Oh? Those poor poor people?"
"No, he is a scoundrel who borrows money and never repays it..."
…
"These poor people have no purchasing power!" After neatly stuffing the scattered banknotes into his wallet, Snow sighed helplessly. As expected, an extraordinary party of this level cannot be shipped in large quantities. Today, it will only be sold for one night.
Three Sequence 9 extraordinary items and one Sequence 8 extraordinary item were lost, but the total sales of 3,200 pounds can be regarded as a return of blood.
From a certain point of view, the gold-producing ability of Made in Heaven is indeed quite good, because for most people, an extraordinary characteristic can only be purchased at the price of one, but in Snow's hands, it can be taken out
Come in several copies.
However, compared to this "cutting corners" gameplay, the biggest advantage of Made in Paradise is actually its fault tolerance.
Ordinary craftsmen don't have so many extraordinary properties to practice with. It's already amazing to use leftover materials to make some time-limited extraordinary items. Extraordinary properties are irreversible once they fail.
But Snow could try again and again, and feed the bad ones to Heaven Manufacturing, recycle the extraordinary properties and start over again, and the loss every time was just some worthless substrates.
The effect is too weak? Remove it!
Too many side effects? Remove it!
The ability is different from what you want? Dismantle it!
In short, Snow just dismantled it all the way, and his mastery of the craftsman's extraordinary ability has almost formed a conditioned reflex!
Of course, this whole process is not without side effects, such as——
The real evil spirit is very angry now and needs him to play many, many songs before he is willing to continue eating extraordinary items.
Tonight, I'm afraid it will be a sleepless night...
…
"Thank you, Fool, for giving me lunch..."
"Um, it's already noon?" Klein, who entered above the gray fog from the bathroom of the library, looked at Mr. Demon enjoying the food in the picture and tapped his head slightly. Today he was investigating the "Pound Family"
I was rushing back and forth between the major public libraries in Backlund to get the information. I didn't pay attention and found that it was already lunch time.
In fact, Klein discovered one thing very early, that is, his eating habits are different from those of people in this world. The dining habit of the Kingdom of Loen is to have two meals in the morning and evening. Nobles who do not have working time restrictions can even eat breakfast together.
to eleven o'clock.
As for lunch? Only those rich nobles and rich people will have the so-called afternoon tea at three o'clock in the afternoon.
But Mr. Devil is different. His three meals a day habit is the same as mine. He does not eat afternoon tea, but a generous lunch. However, he does not think this is strange. After all, the Panridax family has a time traveler ancestor.
Let alone three meals a day, even if he eats Maoxuewang with chopsticks, he wouldn't be surprised.
But after thinking about the time, Klein quickly returned to reality. Today was an important Monday, and it was impossible for him to hold a Tarot session in the library bathroom.
After hurriedly and slowly returning to Minsk Street, Klein took out his pocket watch and checked the time. There was still more than an hour before the tarot meeting started, which made him slightly relieved.
The rising gray fog sent a signal to Little Sun to prepare, and Klein began to think about what he would ask in today's Tarot Club.
With the "World" vest, he can directly ask the members of the Tarot Club many questions that were previously inconvenient due to his image as a fool, but accordingly, he must also pay a sufficient price.
"The price..." Klein felt a little numb when he thought of this word. After all, Mr. Demon had completed Mr. Fool's first official mission.
"I don't know what kind of reward Mr. Devil will ask for... If he wants money, I can ask Miss Justice to pay for it, but Mr. Devil doesn't seem to be short of money... I hope he is 'pious' enough..."
