Chapter 128: Rolling the Die

Chapter 128: Rolling the Die

Hearing Leonard Mitchell’s invitation, Emlyn did not show fear. Holding his silk top hat and wearing a faint, almost imperceptible smile, he calmly entered the house.

He did not remove his coat, because a Potion Professor always carried many auxiliary items on his person. Once the cover was lost, the sight would not be especially attractive.

Wearing his perfectly straight tailcoat, Emlyn sat down just like that, leaned his back against the support behind him, and spoke leisurely.

“There is no need to make this so troublesome.

“If you have it, name a price. If you do not, speak frankly.

“Of course, I am quite certain you have it.”

He gave a soft laugh. His crimson eyes reflected Leonard Mitchell’s figure, a man who did not care much about the tidiness of his clothes.

This scene, where I know you possess a secret while you know absolutely nothing about me, made Emlyn’s body and mind feel soothed, filling him with superiority.

Leonard combed his black hair back with his fingers, casually sat in the chair opposite him, and smiled without revealing any panic or confusion.

“At the very least, I need to know who wants it.”

“Perhaps me. Perhaps a friend of mine.” Emlyn lightly lifted his chin and smiled elegantly.

Leonard narrowed his eyes, tilting his head as if thinking about something.

At last, he laughed.

“Alright. Since you have already come here with that badge, I will answer honestly.

“I do indeed have a mystical item capable of stealing another person’s Beyonder abilities, but I have only one.

“If you wish to buy it, 7,000 pounds. No bargaining.”

7,000 pounds? A mystical item of this kind is that expensive? Although he was not the one paying, Emlyn was still given a fright and nearly failed to maintain the dignity of the Blood Clan.

In his mind, he had already automatically converted that sum into how many dolls and how many sets of doll dresses it equaled.

After two seconds of silence, Emlyn revealed a smile.

“I will consider it and give you an answer in the next two days.”

“Fine.” Leonard Mitchell curled the corner of his mouth.

After leaving the house at No. 7 Pinster Street, Emlyn acted as though nothing had happened. He hired a rental carriage to the steam metro station in North Borough, then returned all the way to the South of the Bridge.

Removing his hat, he looked back at the street, where carriages passed and pedestrians came and went. Emlyn gave a low laugh and stepped into Harvest Church.

Between a roadside tree and an iron-black gas lamp post, an inconspicuous shadow suddenly stirred, and Leonard Mitchell, black-haired and green-eyed, emerged from it.

He appeared without a sound, not attracting the attention of any passersby.

“Someone from the Church of the Earth Mother?” Leonard frowned slightly, as if speaking to himself.

After pausing for two seconds, he left Rose Flower Street, where Harvest Church stood.

…

“7,000 pounds? Why doesn’t he just rob someone?” Above the gray fog, after hearing The Moon Emlyn’s report, Klein almost blurted the words aloud.

Similar words had once been spoken when he was Gehrman Sparrow, but the feelings in those two situations were completely different.

Based on the bounty of Fancy Bow Tie Jodson, third mate of the Golden Dream, Klein had estimated that similar mystical items would cost around 5,000 pounds. Even with a premium, it should at most reach 6,000 pounds. Who could have known that Leonard Mitchell would directly demand 7,000 pounds?

Could it be an item left behind by a higher Sequence, and stealing another person’s Beyonder abilities is only one of its effects? No. If that were true, the price would start at 10,000 pounds no matter what… Poet, how did I never know before that you were such a profiteer? You clearly always acted free and easy, not caring much about money… Klein could not help sighing a few times.

Now that he had already found a clue, seen the dawn, and could solve it with money, Klein did not want…