Mystery: Good Witch

Chapter 258 is ready
The next day, Angel came to Williams Street early in the morning and found the folk herbal shop Carlson had mentioned.

Some common flowers and plants are planted outside the shop, which is decorated like a flower shop rather than a herbal shop. You can smell a refreshing fragrance from a long distance, which is mixed with the pungent smell of various herbs.

She pushed open the unlocked glass door and entered the herbal medicine shop, which was large in size but somewhat chaotically furnished.

A fat man was lying on a wooden lounge chair with his back to the door. His excessive waists on both sides squeezed out of the back of the chair, making people suspect that the chair might collapse at any time.

The chair shook slightly, and the person on it was wandering in sleep. Beside him, a handsome young man with disheveled hair was busy in the shop, collecting herbs, grinding the dried plants into powder, and putting them into glass bottles by category. Place on the shelf.

Angel felt that this young man looked familiar. After recalling for a moment, he remembered that he had met him in the underground market behind the Dragon Bar in Tingen City, and even bought some essential oils for ritual magic from him.

Of course, this kind of memory is one-way. The young man obviously did not recognize Angel's changed face. When he saw a guest coming to the door, he greeted him warmly, wiped his hands and greeted him.

"Hello, I want to buy some, um... mummy ashes, which are hard to find outside."

After the embarrassing scene last night, she simply didn't want to say this term, but due to the need for promotion, she could only put aside these shameful feelings.

Sure enough, the boy showed the same expression as the two people from "Machine Heart", but he quickly reacted, looked back at the man on the recliner, and shouted:

"Teacher, come here, she wants to buy, buy that..."

"I've heard it, Shermin. You go to the warehouse and take the newly collected medicinal materials to the balcony to dry. Leave it to me here."

The man on the recliner climbed up with difficulty and looked at Angel by the door.

Both were stunned.

Angel discovered that he was the fat pharmacist, Darkwill, who had talked many times at the "Eye of Wisdom" party and even cooperated with him.

"It's you!"

The latter was even more surprised than she was. His eyes were wide open. He reached for his waist with his right hand and raised his left foot, as if he was about to break through the door and escape in the next second.

Fortunately, this real "pharmacist" had the basic qualities of an extraordinary person and quickly calmed down.

"I thought you were here to trouble me..."

He muttered an explanation, sat back on the wooden lounge chair, and wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeves.

"Actually, I didn't know this was your herbal medicine shop until you turned around just now," Angel replied, looking at the large room filled with various bottles, jars and wooden shelves. This time I just came to buy some medicinal materials, well, something that can barely be regarded as medicinal materials."

"Mummy powder, right?" Darkwill showed an "I understand" expression that Angel was almost tired of seeing. "You might as well just buy the potion I made. Those who used it at the party said it was very effective. The supply is simply outstripping the supply. .”

"I am using it as a material. I want real mummy ashes. There is no need to mix them with other things or make them into finished products for potions."

Angel was too lazy to explain. Anyway, it would get darker and darker.

She could only blame the weirdness of the "Happy Witch" formula in her heart. Why should she use this auxiliary material that has special effects and is easily misunderstood.

"Real, pure mummy ashes are very expensive, and the effect is not as good as you think. Generally, they are sold with some supplementary ingredients that are not fatal but have no effect, and most of them are sold as mummy powder. The name sells the real... that medicine." The fat pharmacist seemed to still want to work hard to sell his medicine, but under Angel's serious gaze, he returned to the right path, "The mummy comes from the southern continent, from the 'Highland Kingdom', There, mummification is a custom prepared for the distinguished, sacred and rare. And the 'ashes' you need, even in the powder ground into real mummies, only account for a small part."

"how much is it?"

Ignoring these "historical knowledge" that clearly paved the way for prices, Angel went straight to the point.

"Five pounds, five pounds per gram."

Darkwill replied quickly.

Those 5 grams are 25 pounds... Although it is expensive, it is within my affordability range, and I no longer want to suffer strange looks. If I can solve the problem here, 50 pounds will do...

Angel thought and nodded.

Darkwill took out a small glass bottle containing off-white powder from a locked cabinet, carefully measured 5 grams with a scale, put it into a test tube, sealed it and handed it to Angel.The latter used a magic mirror to perform divination in front of him and confirmed that these were real mummy ashes, not rat ashes, or simply wall ashes.

She breathed a sigh of relief and put the test tube away.

Finally...all the materials have been collected.

After counting out the 125 pound notes, Angel handed them to Darkwill, who looked surprised.

"So much...oh, you gave me the 100 pounds, I thought...hehe."

Halfway through, the pharmacist smiled awkwardly and closed his mouth.

"This is the final payment from the last transaction for clues to the 'Pharmacist' formula," Angel explained, looking at Darkwill with a suspicious look on his face, "You think I won't give you this 100 pounds, because you think it's impossible for me to succeed. Did you get the formula?”

"That priest from Fusac is indeed a bit difficult to deal with. I originally thought you would fail. Although it would not be life-threatening, people like you have come to me angrily before..."

There was a trace of fear on his fat face, and he answered slowly, it seemed that the ending of that "exchange" was not very happy.

"And I heard that last month there was a vampire, a real vampire. He got lost and walked into the Harvest Church. He was caught by Father Utravsky. He has not been released since he was imprisoned. He is forced to listen to the Mother Goddess every day. teachings, trying to influence him."

Vampire, lost?

Angel quickly caught the last keyword.

Could it be that this unlucky vampire was tricked into the church of the Mother Earth by the "Master Key" that made me get lost countless times, and was caught by Father Utravsky?The key became the priest's collection and finally fell into my hands.

Angel originally planned to take some time to find the priest and ask about the "Master Key", but now there was one more thing he needed to know.

But for now, the most important thing has been determined.

Stroking the slender test tube in his pocket, Angel walked out of the folk herbal shop and looked at the busy street.

The materials have been prepared and it's time to be promoted to the "Happiness Witch".

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At the same time, in a magnificent, palace-like villa.

"Thank you. I originally thought that this kind of material did not exist in this world, and I was almost in despair."

A woman who seemed to have just grown up, with a slightly round face and a gentle temperament took a palm-sized delicate iron box, opened it, took a look, smiled at the middle-aged man in front of her, and spoke in a soft tone.

The latter's lips were pursed and his face was serious, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the woman's face, and he replied in a low voice: "I said that I will find you everything you need. This is the most solemn promise of a gentleman."

Then, he turned around reluctantly and left the room.

The woman looked at the other person with a sad face, and there seemed to be tears in her eyes. But after the door was closed, this disguised expression immediately disappeared and turned back to a light mockery, or self-mockery.

"Tris, I never thought you would have this day, this day where you would use your identity as a woman to get what you need."

She laughed at "Tris" who didn't know where she was, and opened the iron box in her hand. Inside was a purple-black pouch, shaped like a heart, with the surface covered with spider silk.

Closing the lid with a "snap", the woman looked out the window at the beautiful scenery, but her eyes were not focused.

"Soon, soon I'll be out of this."

she murmured.

　Tomorrow, it's quite sudden
　　
　
(End of this chapter)