Chapter 35: The City of Generosity

Chapter 35: The City of Generosity

Backlund, Cherwood Borough.

As the crimson light before her eyes faded, Fors once again saw the familiar desk and the open notebook where she recorded her inspirations.

To her, this experience no longer held any novelty, yet it still filled her with reverence from the depths of her heart.

This was power that did not belong to humans. Not even a demigod could do this!

“The Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch will arrive in two days, and my Apprentice potion has already been digested… Finally, I’m about to become a Trickmaster. I wonder what kind of Beyonder abilities I’ll gain… If I advance through my own efforts, Teacher will definitely value me more. After that, apart from potion formulas, he should provide more or less some Beyonder materials as well… I’m looking forward to it. I don’t even know what the corresponding Sequence 6 and Sequence 5 are called. I only know Sequence 7 is Astrologer. Once I become a Trickmaster, I’ll immediately write to Teacher…” Fors felt she had taken another step closer to escaping the curse of the full moon.

At that moment, she heard a burst of hurried footsteps move from near to far, finally ending in the clang of the front door.

“Xio went out again. She really is busy,” Fors sighed soundlessly. “If not for the 400 pounds she has to repay Viscount Glaint, we would probably be vacationing in Desi Bay right now.”

After a long period of hard work, aided by the improvement in her strength that made certain previously impossible commissions simple, and by the occasional well-paid minor tasks from the golden-masked man, Xio had raised her savings from 110 pounds to 320 pounds. She was only 80 pounds away from paying off the debt.

Actually, I could help her cover that remaining 80 pounds first. Unfortunately, although she is not tall, her pride is very strong… Fors withdrew her thoughts and began considering the commission Mr. World had given her.

As a doctor and a writer, she did not understand much about wireless telegraphy, or even the entire field of machinery. She normally did not pay attention to such content while reading newspapers either, so she had no idea where to buy the receiving device he wanted.

“A department store? Probably not… Ah, right. Avelle writes science-fiction novels. He should know quite a bit about this sort of thing.” Fors quickly found someone to ask.

But she immediately encountered a new problem: should she visit him directly, or write a letter to inquire?

Glancing at the armchair covered in a thick, soft blanket, smelling the coffee and tobacco fragrance that filled the room, and feeling the warmth slowly creeping through the air, Fors’s motivation to leave the house disintegrated bit by bit.

“I’m not that familiar with him. It would be improper to visit rashly.” She muttered this as she sat down and spread out a sheet of writing paper.

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City of Silver, the Berg residence.

Derrick opened his eyes and woke from his feigned sleep.

According to his original plan, this was when he should perform the sacrificial ritual and send out the Spirit Eater’s stomach pouch. But The Hanged Man’s words had reminded him, causing him to decide to be a bit more cautious and observe a little longer.

Uh… I should first gather all the materials Mr. Hanged Man wants, then complete the sacrifice all at once… Derrick was silent for a few seconds. He fastened the Hurricane Axe to himself and headed straight for the spire.

He first checked the current item records at the merit exchange point. He did not rush to complete the transaction, planning to wait until the lightning in the sky lessened before visiting the underground market.

Derrick climbed to the third floor and went directly to the library’s mythology, legends, and ancient classics section, hunger driving him to search for valuable knowledge he had not yet learned.

Suddenly, he saw a book with a hard, yellowed cover:

Hand-Copied Collection of the Black Rock Book of the Giant King’s…