Mystery: Start with the Reader

The address that Darkwell left to Abner was on Leleton Street near the Tusock River in the Jowood District, not too far from the Bridge District Police Station, so Abner did not ride a carriage, but walked. Go.

　　 On the way, he also bought two disi pies for lunch.

　　 More than ten minutes later, after eating the well-known Rouen delicacy with rich meaty sauce and full aftertaste, Abner just walked to the location written on the address.

　　 This is a two-story house facing the street. It can be seen that it has just been renovated, and the sign says "Folk-custom Herbal Shop".

　　 Abner pushed the door and walked in. While smelling the scent of various herbs, he also saw Darkwell with short black hair and a round face.

　　 He still wears the costume that resembles a village witch doctor. The robe is dark and embroidered with all kinds of strange symbols.

　　 The fat pharmacist saw Abner come in with a surprised expression, then glanced at him with dark blue eyes, and said with a slightly tilted mouth:

　　 "You don't seem to be sick, why come to me?"

After 　　 finished speaking, he seemed to have realized it again, he hehe weird laughed twice, and lowered his voice:

"Have you heard of my mummy powder? It is indeed very famous in the past few days. Many nobles came here to buy this kind of thing, put it in tea, or make soup... There was even an earl who wanted to use his collection. Exchange the antique masks of the Quaternary Period with me!"

　　 "But why are you so weak at a young age?"

　　 Abner was just about to say hello when he was blocked by this rhetoric. The corner of his eyes jumped when he heard it, and he only felt that it was a miracle that the pharmacist in front of him had not been beaten to death.

　　 Seeing that the other party was still selling the "mummy fan" endlessly, Abner had to interrupt aloud: "Darkwell, I'm here to introduce you to the business today, I don't know if you can take it."

　　 Darkwell stopped the endless advertising slogans, glanced at Abner, and asked suspiciously, "What business?" He was just a general acquaintance on the ship, so he introduced me to business? Will this be a problem?

"I have a friend. His wife got pregnant through unconventional means, so the fetus may have some problems... Do you have any medicine to deal with this situation?" Abner said somewhat vaguely, after all, in the eyes of the other party, he I didn't know that he was a sequence 9 "pharmacist".

　　 Darkwell looked at Abner vigilantly when he heard the words, and then smiled and asked, "Is the friend you talking about yourself? Or is the unconventional method actually you?"

　　 Believe it or not, I will report you now? Anyway, you are not the only pharmacist in Beckland, and Emlyn’s parents are also good candidates!

　　 Abner cursed in his heart, but smiled on the surface: "It seems that you have no such skills, but it's a pity that big customer..."

"Who said I can't help it? But you have to call someone to show me, or else how do I know what kind of'unconventional' means caused the pregnancy?" Darkwell opened a new store again, and Buying and cultivating herbs, so the savings are not much. For large customers, he also can't be reserved.

　　Of course, the most important thing is that he has some connections in Backlund, and he has not done anything illegal, and he is not too afraid of official Beyonders from the major churches coming to him.

　　 "Then it's a deal, I will bring people over tomorrow." Abner nodded, then looked around.

　　 After finalizing the business, he had the intention to look at the goods in this shop.

　　 Deep Sleeping Flower, Dracaena, Crimson Sandalwood, Peppermint, Lavender...there are a wide range of varieties. You can come to him for the herbal purchases for ceremonies in the future, and you will no longer be so troublesome to go back to many stores...

　　 Abner was thinking, when he heard Darkwell next to him say in a vigilant tone: "What are you looking at? Say it in advance, I won't pay the agency fee!"

　　Well, just in order not to hear this person talking, I would rather go to a few more stores to buy materials...

　　 Thinking like this, Abner felt that his self-cultivation was getting better and better.

　　……

　　 Hoy University during the summer vacation is full of green trees, flourishing flowers and birds, tranquility and tranquility.

　　 After walking along the river for a while, Klein turned into the road leading to the Department of History, found a three-story graystone building that was a few years old, and found the common room where Mr. Azik was.

　　 He knocked on the door and entered, and saw Azik, the teacher who seemed to be sitting there waiting for him.

This is a gentleman with bronze skin, medium build, black hair, brown eyes, and soft facial features. There is always an unspeakable sense of vicissitudes in his eyes, and there is something hidden under his right ear that cannot be found if you look at it carefully. Moles.

　　 "Why did you come here today? Did you find something that you want to tell me?" Seeing Klein walk in, Mr. Azik raised his head and asked gently.

　　 "Mr. Azik, can I have a chat with you?" Klein glanced at the other teachers in the common room and said sincerely.

　　 Hearing what his student said, the gentleman with deep brown eyes sorted out the book and said:

　　 "No problem, let's go for a walk along the Hoy River as we did last time."

　　 "Okay." Klein picked up his cane and followed the opponent and left the three-story gray stone building.

　　 Along the way, both of them remained silent, and no one spoke.

　　 When the flowing river came into view, and when there were no more teachers and students around, Azker paused, turned his body halfway, and said to Klein:

　　 "Okay, it's quiet enough here to talk about it."

　　 Klein pondered for a moment, organized a few words and said: "Mr. Azik, I recently heard of a sealed artifact that has the characteristics of'alive'. Perhaps the description of it can help you remember something."

　　 "Sealed artifacts?" Azik was a little stupefied when he heard this word. After a while, he recovered and asked, "What kind of sealed artifacts?"

Seeing that the other party seemed to really think of something, Klein was a little excited, and hurriedly followed the prayer content of the "tower" received yesterday, and continued: "That is a'mask' that can change the wearer into a preset look. , Can enhance the ability of strength, balance, etc., its negative effect is..."

　　 After repeating the prayers of the "Tower", Klein saw that Azik seemed to be in a strange state, his eyes sometimes deep and sometimes blurred, as if he had been wandering in dreams and reality.

　　 "Mr. Azik, you, what's the matter with you?" Klein squeezed his cane tightly, opened Lingshi, and asked carefully.

　　 Long before he came to Hoy University to find Mr. Azik, he used a pendulum to do a quick divination. The results of the divination showed that there was almost no danger.

But through the "clown" of the "Secret Order" who taught him with his life, he has understood that divination is not omnipotent. He needs to always beware of his own interpretation errors, or the organization of divination sentences, plus Azik teachers. He was an extraordinary person with a strong mystery. No one knew how he was in the past. He didn't know how he would react once he encountered a stimulus. Caution, vigilance, and worry became Klein's normal emotions.

　　 Azik did not immediately answer, he stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, and after a long while, he said in a dreamlike tone:

　　 "I once had a mask like this. It can turn me into anyone."

　　 "But it seems to be lost..."

　　 "Maybe I lost it myself..."

　　 Actively lose it? why? Could it be that there are also strong negative effects? Perhaps Mr. Azik’s memory loss was due to the mask... I originally wanted to ask about the communication skills with the sealed artifact...

Many thoughts flashed in Klein's mind. Before he could ask anything, he saw that Mr. Azik's spirit had recovered, and smiled and said to him: "Klein, thank you for bringing this news to me. It reminds me of something."

　　 "I'm glad to be able to help you... Well, I will continue to collect similar information in the future." Klein replied with a smile also.

　　 Azik nodded lightly, expressed his gratitude, and then asked:

　　 "You came here today besides telling me about the sealed artifact, do you have something else?"

　　 Klein nodded when he heard the words, and then did not evade, and asked frankly about the knowledge of "sacrifice" and how to communicate with the "sealed artifacts".

Azik took a deep look at him ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and replied: "I don't know the knowledge about'sacrifice', or maybe I haven't remembered it yet. But only from the current memory, It can also be inferred that it is very dangerous, because you don't know what attitude the recipient of the sacrifice has towards you..."

　　 No, I know, because the recipient of the sacrifice is me. Klein laughed at himself in his heart, and heard Mr. Azik continue:

　　 "As for the way of communicating sealed objects...well, take the mask you just mentioned as an example. As long as you use its fearful breath or place it next to dangerous objects that can destroy it, you can easily communicate."

"In addition, every low- and middle-level sealed artifact is easy to obey the higher existence of its path. Just like the'puppet' sealed artifact that you mentioned last time looking for descendants of the Antigonus family, Even though many years have passed, it is still looking for the breath of its original owner."

Klein nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words, thinking of his name as "The Fool" and the close connection between Grey Mist and the "Fortuneteller" approach. He probably guessed why "Tower" was convinced that he could interact with the "Clown Mask". "Communicate.

　　 "In that case, if the sealed artifact is in a gray mist, it should be more ‘honest’, right?" Klein thought secretly.

　　The talk was over, because Azik, who recalled some past events, took the lead to say goodbye. Klein knew that the other party's heart must be very confused at this moment, and did not make a reservation, and watched the other party return to the small gray stone building.

After that, Klein, who walked out of the university school district, suddenly screamed. He took out his pocket watch and looked at it and found that it was three o’clock in the afternoon. Only then did he quickly get on the public carriage and return to his home at No. 2 Narcissus Street to prepare food, while still talking. There was a whisper:

　　 "Mr. Azik didn't even invite me to lunch..."