Shade did not tell them that he planned to enter the realm of life and death to find Priest Augustus. Instead, he planned to wait until the group meeting tomorrow afternoon to think of words before talking about it together.
You don't need to think about it to know that the girls will definitely object to Shade doing this.
"Shad, Father John is here this afternoon."
As soon as he lowered his head and thought about things, Mia rushed over to the second floor. When Shade was holding it, the blonde girl in the study said.
"What's Papa John doing here?"
Shade asked while holding the excited cat. The cat sniffed Shade's front suspiciously, and then sneezed.
"Dad said that the special blood you want to buy is available. He paid the deposit for you, and the blood has arrived at his pawn shop, giving you time to bring the money to take it away. How expensive did you buy it? John
Dad actually came to see you in person?"
Dorothy asked, buckling the pen cap, sitting behind the elegant desk in the study, pressing her neck, and then walked out with a smile:
"You don't know how surprised Dad was when he knocked on the door and saw Luvia and I opening the door."
Old John was very familiar with the Schneider team, so he said he was "surprised", but in fact he didn't think much about it.
"Will anyone come to see me again this afternoon? There won't be any clients coming, right?"
Shade asked again, putting the cat on the coffee table.
"If you don't have a client come to your door, didn't you say that with your business, you might not get a client in a week?"
Luvia also walked down from the third floor. She wiped her palms with a towel, and Shade could vaguely smell the smell of engine oil that lubricates mechanical bearings.
"But at least I make a lot of money."
Shade told the truth, Luvia shrugged:
"But how do I remember that most of your income comes from another aspect?"
"Yes, that Duchess."
Dorothy teased.
The three of them went out together and had dinner at a restaurant on Silver Cross Avenue, and the two ladies went home separately. But they will all be back tomorrow. Luvia will still have to play with her astrological equipment, and Dorothy will help watch the cat to prevent it from happening.
Shade couldn't come back all day, so he was hungry.
After saying goodbye to the two ladies, Shade took Mia and the gold pound to Old John's pawn shop. Father John lived upstairs from the pawn shop, so he closed the shop very late:
"Good evening, Dad."
When Shade opened the door, the old man in the store was keeping accounts. When he heard the voice, he raised his head and greeted him. After calculating the account book in his hand, he talked about business with Shade:
"I know you are anxious to get special blood, so I paid a deposit to my friend in advance for you and asked him to send the blood. Don't say that you can't afford it because you don't have enough cash."
As he spoke, Old John called to Shade for help, and the two of them moved a wooden box out from under the counter.
After prying the box open with a crowbar, the cold air immediately rushed out. The wooden box was filled with straw, and among the straw were some ice cubes for cooling, but most of them had melted.
Old John reached out and rummaged in the straw and found a cold brass-colored metal box. After opening it, the coldness became even stronger. Inside were two pieces of solid ice buckled together. And between the ice cubes, there was a thumb.
A thick and long glass tube, the thick red blood seemed to have solidified due to the low temperature.
"Why does it smell like fish?"
Shade asked, Mia looked at the box in front of her curiously, but did not jump into the straw.
"Together with the cold-stored catch, it was sent by ship. Of course it smelled fishy."
Old John used his wrinkled old hands to take out the glass tube from the ice:
"Oh, my God, it's so cold. Shade, take it quickly!"
He handed the glass tube to Shade, and then he rubbed his hands violently. Shade, who took the glass tube, also felt the coldness of the glass tube.
He thought for a moment and moved the glass tube closer to the cat on his shoulder. Mia immediately barked to stop Shade.
This cat is not stupid enough to risk having its tongue frozen by licking something like this.
"What kind of blood is this?"
Shade asked curiously.
"The blood of the Rhine Demon, please shake the container."
Shade shook the glass tube in his hand slightly, and the bright red blood gradually showed the colors of a rainbow with distinct layers.
"It's really beautiful."
"Blood is very beautiful, but the Rhine demon is extremely dangerous.
This is an extremely dangerous alien creature that is active on offshore islands. According to legend, the number of the entire population has always been maintained at less than 49. If you see the Rhine Demon under any circumstances, you must kill one of your own blood with your own hands.
Otherwise, parents, children and spouses will all die. Therefore, in addition to being called the 'Rhine Demon', this dangerous thing is also called the 'Ghost that destroys the whole family'."
Old John couldn't help but be speechless:
"Very dangerous. Only God knows why such creatures exist. There is a theory that they were created to restrain a terrifying subspace evil that is very reproducible, but this theory is not valid.
It has been confirmed. In any case, the blood of the Rhine Demon is extremely precious. It can be used as an auxiliary material for a variety of rare potions. The holder of the word of sublimation related to blood wants to build a complete sublimation.
To advance after speaking, this blood must be used as a ritual material."
"It's really good. How much does it cost?"
Shade was very satisfied.
"I won't bargain with you this time. This is a friend's thing. He wants 4,900 pounds."
This price is very expensive. You must know that 4,900 pounds can even buy a very useful weapon relic. The fish-man elixir that Shade sold does not have this price. But the problem is that according to John's description,
, this price is actually just a little higher. After all, Xia De wants it urgently. Under normal circumstances, Xia De thinks that he might be able to buy it for 4,500...
"For this kind of blood, my friend formed a grudge against a 9-level vampire. You don't know how dangerous the situation was at that time."
Old John said again and began to pack the wooden box.
"Forget it, 4,900 pounds is just 4,900 pounds."
Shade sighed and said, actually he was thinking of going to Miss Carina tomorrow to get another kind of blood. In this way, the second adventure in Fifth Epoch 3014, which he had postponed for a whole week, could begin.
It just so happens that Shade has also entered the boundary between life and death in the past day or two. He doesn't know what will happen inside, so he can take the blood, keys and door pendant with him. If he encounters danger, he can go to the past time. Rest for 30 minutes.
He believes that even in a place where life and death are unknown, the [Time Key] can still be used.
"I bought a very expensive spell at the St. Byrons Library a few days ago. If I hadn't won some money later, I wouldn't even have been able to get so much cash. Your friend is really good at appraising, no matter how high he is I can’t afford any more.”
As he spoke, he began to take money out of his pocket. After this high consumption, he only had a deposit of more than 200 pounds left. The gold pound in his hand immediately fell below double digits, which caused great anxiety to the outsiders.
Father John had seen Shad take out more banknotes from his pocket before, so he wasn't surprised:
"Didn't you just win 3,000 pounds because of a big city player? Don't be so gloomy, young man, you have to spend the gold pounds you earn.
And for my sake, I only charge you 4,900 pounds, otherwise it would have been 5,000 pounds. Oh, I also bet on you to win, so I won’t charge you for the shipping fee. Detective, you will never think of this. How many people died for this blood before he got it. Although these lives have nothing to do with us, they are only worth 4,900 pounds in the end."
"So, we must be people who can put a price on our lives."
Shade said. The old man looked at him unexpectedly and nodded:
"That's true. I'm glad that you can realize this. But before you go into the exciting adventure, I need to remind you that this blood needs to be stored at low temperature. No matter how you plan to use it, it should not be stored for more than a week."
This world is so real that any material will expire and is not stored forever.
"I understand, Papa John."
He put the glass tube back into the ice, and the cold feeling reminded him of the dryness of his wallet at the moment:
"As for the acquisition of rare blood, it still continues. I still need blood."
Before leaving, I didn’t forget to remind him that after all, the third cocktail party still requires blood.
"This is not easy. I will help you find out the information. Remember to prepare money."
Dad shrugged, so Shade had to find a way to get some money for himself.
First, he sent Mia and the tube of blood home, then changed into Detective Sparrow's old clothes that he never wore, and then put on a wide-brimmed black hat. Shade hurried out in the night.
He originally did not intend to get involved with the Gray Eagle and the spies from neighboring countries, but now it was time to spend money, and he had to complete the tasks that Detective Sparrow had not completed.
The information obtained from Mr. Virgil Cameron needs to be passed to No. 1 Vic Street. That is a street in the lower city. This street does not appear on the city map left by Detective Sparrow.
Special notation.
The carriage took Shade to the street corner. After getting off the car, he could only see a few gas street lamps flashing an ambiguous dim yellow light on the street filled with mist.
The municipal maintenance in the lower city is very poor. I don’t know when the gas street lights on Vic Street were erected. At a glance, only two-thirds of the lights are still on.
No. 1 Vic Street is at the intersection, or behind the street sign to be exact. Standing on the street and looking at the building, every floor of the three-story apartment building has lights on, and every window has curtains drawn.
.
The street was so quiet that Shade couldn't hear any sound from the house.
"The problem now is that I know the location of the information, but I don't know how to tell others that I have information."
He thought to himself, stepped up the steps, hesitated and knocked on the door.
Tens of seconds later, footsteps appeared behind the door. Without asking who was outside the door, the person behind the door opened the door without taking off the anti-theft chain.
Shade retreated a little and saw an old man wearing a white wig, brown pajamas, and round-frame reading glasses opening the door.
He looked up and down at Shade suspiciously:
"who are you?"
This seemed to be an ordinary citizen of Tobesk City. He might have been reading a book in the living room with a cup of hot tea.
"I'm here to sell pens."
Shade took out the pen from his pocket.
The old man behind the door lowered his head slightly and looked at the pen from above his reading glasses:
"Why did you come here? I've been waiting for several days. Isn't the appointment day Wednesday?"
Shade breathed a sigh of relief:
"Sir, you have to understand me. There are so many buyers who want this pen. I can't just let others know that I have this pen in my hand."
"You're right, I thought you failed."
He did not take the pen, but turned around and returned to the house. Shade stood at the door and did not push open the half-open door.
It seems that the "Grey Eagle" is really good at camouflage and hiding, but this contact person actually doesn't know the real "Grey Eagle".
"Negotiate the price."
Not long after, the old man inside the door handed Shade a suitcase. When Shade handed the pen to him, the old man pointed at the suitcase:
"You did a great job this time. In addition to the negotiated price, there is also a letter from your hometown. Don't forget to read it."
"Old sir, do you think I just started this business?"
Shade said calmly, nodded politely as a farewell, turned around with his hat in his hand, and walked into the long night again.
The old gentleman at No. 1 Vic Street curled his lips, watched Shade's figure disappear at the street corner, and then closed the door:
"This guy is so cautious."
After returning home, Shade couldn't wait to open the box. Inside were stacks of five-pound banknotes, and all of them were old banknotes with no serial numbers. There were no conspicuous marks on the banknotes.
Shade put the suitcase under the gas lamp on the desk, and he and Mia the cat admired the spectacular sight of a box of banknotes.
But the letter was not found in the box. Shade thought for a while, and after tearing apart the box bit by bit, he thought of using Priest August's visible potion to treat the cloth lining the box.
Sure enough, a long series of numbers appeared on the cloth. After interpreting the codes corresponding to the three novels, the general meaning is that this time the "Grey Eagle" was riskyly mobilized for intelligence, so for the sake of safety, all the original contacts
All methods are invalid. "Grey-Headed Eagle" once again enters a long-term latent state. When it is necessary to carry out a mission, the next special letter will be sent.
"Don't contact me again. The Gray Eagle's final mission has been completed."
Shade whispered and burned the piece of cloth with the password written on it. After confirming that the probing cat was not interested in the brazier, he turned the banknotes into toys and stuffed them into the locked drawer on the top of the desk:
"The grey-headed eagle is dead. Please don't come to me for trouble! I already have enough things on my hands."
He whispered to the table again, not knowing whether he was speaking to himself or to the possible soul of Sparrow Hamilton.