Chapter 110: Three Advancements in One Week

Chapter 110: Three Advancements in One Week

Is there any necessary connection between when I accepted the commission and when I found him? If I had not spent an entire day waiting for Will Auceptin, that Mercury Snake, to locate the paper crane, I could have been twenty-four hours earlier… This is called professionalism! Klein replied flatly, “You may choose not to listen.”

The fat Apothecary Darkwill choked back the words that followed. The muscles on his round face twitched.

“Go ahead.”

Klein said in a plain, straightforward tone, “I received information that Roy King was secretly captured by the military and is currently imprisoned inside the Governor-General’s Office.”

Information received from the magic mirror Arrodes… he silently added inwardly.

“Really?” Darkwill again failed to control himself. His eyes widened, and the question escaped his mouth.

Klein nodded almost imperceptibly.

“My source is sufficiently reliable.”

“But I have no way to confirm it…” Darkwill said hesitantly.

“Because it involves an important Sealed Artifact of the Life School of Thought,” Klein said directly.

The fat Apothecary was instantly shocked. He retreated two steps, warily glancing left and right, afraid that what Klein had just said might have been overheard.

Is this something one can casually say on the street? He knows that we belong to the Life School of Thought. He knows the old man is involved with an important Sealed Artifact… I only learned that during the last contact… Darkwill gradually began to believe the information provided by the adventurer before him.

Klein swept a glance at the owl that had flown down from the roof and landed on the fat Apothecary’s shoulder.

“You can pay the reward now.”

“I still cannot confirm it. It cannot be that I simply believe whatever you say…” Darkwill stubbornly said.

Then he saw the adventurer opposite him turn exceptionally cold in the eyes.

The fat Apothecary shivered, then hastily muttered, “Fine, I will reluctantly count it as your completion of the commission.”

With a heartache obvious on his face, he dug a large handful of cash from a hidden pocket inside his countryside witch-doctor robe and counted out one hundred pounds in bits and pieces to Klein.

Although he was a Beyonder, his profession was Apothecary plus Beast Tamer. The enhancement to his physical condition did not fully translate into direct combat ability. He might not even be able to defeat an ordinary person holding a revolver. As for his tamed Beyonder pet, it was also a fellow without much fighting ability. Meanwhile, the person opposite him looked at first glance like an experienced adventurer with many channels, most likely a Beyonder as well. Even if one man and one owl were tied together, they might still not be his match. He could only accept whatever the other party said.

The money I worked so hard to save… he mourned inwardly.

Being an Apothecary was indeed very profitable, especially in an overseas colony. Here, pirates, sailors, and adventurers were numerous, personnel were mixed, and official organizations managed things comparatively loosely. He could sell certain prohibited potions without worrying that someone would come to his door. In the past two months, the customers from the Red Theater alone had brought him more money than he had earned in the entire year before.

However, as a Beyonder, his expenses were enormous as well. His previous savings had largely been consumed in advancing to Beast Tamer. Afterward, he had raised a pet, worked hard to buy a formula for it, concocted its potion, and purchased defensive charms and other items for himself. The money he could truly save amounted only to several hundred pounds.

Klein accepted the cash, using the act of counting to verify its authenticity. Only then did he place it into his pocket and turn to leave.

Watching his back vanish at the alley entrance, the fat Apothecary Darkwill’s expression instantly sank.

“This place is too…