Chapter 103: Buying Medicine

Chapter 103: Buying Medicine

The Church of Storms has finally acted against Bansy Harbor? Klein pressed a fist to his mouth and coughed twice. Without the slightest guilty conscience, he asked with complete calm, “What happened?”

Elland did not notice any abnormal reaction from Gehrman Sparrow. He withdrew his gaze, looked around the room, and said, “I do not know exactly what happened. I only know that it may involve the Church of Storms’ high-level powers.

“And for a period of time before this, all routes to Bansy Harbor were canceled. Perhaps that was the so-called omen.”

Involving the Church of Storms’ high-level powers? No, it should be their highest-level powers. I suspect that the Pope of the Church of Storms, that earthly angel, may have personally taken action, perhaps even using a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. After all, the other side may have had a King of Angels—one even older than the Fourth Epoch—as well as His descendants… Klein nodded and asked evenly, “What was the result?”

He was not at all surprised that the Church of Storms had only acted against Bansy Harbor in the last few days. Even though Mandated Punishers were known for being irritable and reckless, in major matters like this, the necessary procedures still had to exist—preliminary confirmation, evacuation of innocent civilians, and blockade of the surrounding waters, for example. All of that required time.

Unable to distinguish Gehrman Sparrow’s true emotions, Elland sighed and smiled.

“For a very long time, there will no longer be a Bansy Harbor.”

…As expected of the Church of Storms… Klein clicked his tongue inwardly, full of curiosity about the detailed process.

He wanted to know whether Red Angel Medici had appeared, whether He had truly been sleeping near Bansy Harbor, and whether He had already been eliminated by the Church of Storms. He wanted to know what exactly was wrong with the native residents of Bansy Harbor, what the intermittent way of speaking represented, and what secrets were hidden inside the Lime Restaurant and the telegraph office.

Unfortunately, with Bansy Harbor destroyed, he would no longer be able to obtain any certain answers.

Perhaps the Church of Storms’ internal files would contain records, but Klein had no way to ask. With The Hanged Man’s rank, there was no chance of touching archives of such confidentiality.

I may only learn the answers to those questions after I nurture Mr. Hanged Man into a high-Sequence powerhouse who is half-god and half-human… Klein sighed soundlessly, his expression unchanged as he said, “It truly was very dangerous there…”

Before he finished speaking, his throat itched again, and he coughed violently several times.

“You are sick?” Elland asked in slight puzzlement.

He had originally assumed that Gehrman Sparrow, like himself, was a Beyonder whose physique had clearly been strengthened. Before old age arrived, such a person should not normally fall ill. Now, however, it seemed that his guess might be wrong.

Klein gave an “Mm” and did not explain further.

What a worthless, meaningless question… After fighting a battle with the Maiden of Sickness, it would be strange not to fall ill… Danitz muttered contemptuously at the side.

Elland chuckled and said, “I can recommend an Apothecary to you. He will be more useful than going to a hospital or clinic.

“His Beyonder profession is precisely that. His herbal shop is in an alley opposite the Red Theater. Heh, he is famous for selling aphrodisiac potions, but that is not his strongest field.”

Do all Apothecaries develop similar potions? Well, it makes sense. That is absolutely one of the most profitable potion businesses. If one has the ability, it would be strange not to do it… Klein nodded lightly, indicating that he understood.

“How come I have never heard of him?” Danitz asked in surprise.

“He only came to Bayam in the last few months. When was the last time you were in the City of Generosity?” Elland asked back with a light…