The Secret Master

With the herbal medicine wrapped in a yellowish-brown paper in his hand, Bogda staggered out of "Rosen's Folk Herbal Pharmacy". While waiting for the horse-drawn tram, he suddenly realized: A full 10 pounds for just this one package of stuff? This is close to my entire month's salary! If it weren't for believing in Anna and Joyce, I definitely wouldn't have brought so much cash to the divination club! Could it be that Mr. Moretti only charges 8 pence for divination, but secretly collaborates with the unscrupulous boss of Rosen's Herbal Pharmacy to earn more profits? This... this is very much like a classic fraud case in the newspapers! Bogda thought it over and, somewhat doubtfully, even of Klein, and even of Joyce and Anna. The horse-drawn tram stopped. He looked at the herbal medicine in his hand and, in the end, couldn't bring himself to go back, and had to enter the carriage with a heavy heart. ...... In Rosen's folk herbal medicine store. The owner looked at Bogda's retreating figure and suddenly turned back to the back door where the herbs were stored, shouting: "Shelmin, from now on, don't go collecting herbs anymore." "Why? Teacher, why?" A handsome young man with unruly hair came out. The owner smiled and said: "This is the 16th customer who came to my store because of my fame. If this continues, I think the Watcher, the Punisher, and the Mechanical Heart will notice me. It's time to consider moving to another city." "Then does this store need to be sold?" Shelmin nodded in surprise and asked concernedly. The owner chuckled and said: "If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this store. Your ability in identifying herbs and preparing medicines is sufficient. Of course, remember to deposit a percentage of your monthly profits into my anonymous account at the Bank of Berkland." "But I haven't learned what you really excel at yet." Shelmin was both tired of living in one city for less than a year and reluctant to part with the magical recipes that the teacher was good at. The owner sat on the recliner and leisurely swayed, saying: "That's not something you can learn just by wanting to... " ...... A dark green, boiling liquid appeared before Bogda. The stinky odor and the nauseating color made him deeply doubt every move he was making that day. The freshly spilled chicken blood was dropped into the potion, and Bogda's father, looking worriedly at his son, said: "I think surgery is the best option." The little amount of chicken blood stirred in the boiling liquid a few times and then disappeared. Bogda took a deep breath and said: "If this potion doesn't work this time, I'll consider surgery." "The Lord will protect you," Bogda's father drew a triangular holy symbol on his chest. When the boiling liquid cooled down, Bogda, with the thought of not wasting 10 pounds of money, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, raised his head, and gulped down the potion all at once. The slightly bloody and foul smell lingered in his mouth, almost making him vomit the contents he had just drunk. That night, Bogda found that he had a bad stomachache and went to the bathroom six times. When the red moon was about to disappear, he fell asleep drowsily. After a while, he suddenly woke up, because he dreamed of the boss's scolding. "Fortunately, fortunately, I took three days of annual leave and don't have to rush to the company." Bogda let out a relaxed breath and suddenly realized that his spirit was quite good. This was in sharp contrast to the low mood in the past few weeks. Bogda subconsciously reached out, pressed on the right side of his abdomen, and felt that the area that had been slightly painful and unbearable became normal, with only ordinary pressure pain. "Will it really work? That pharmacist was obviously bluffing... " Bogda turned over from sleep, excited and confused, and got up, moving his body, feeling the return of a long-lost sense of health. He thought for a long time and said to himself: "According to the pharmacist's instructions, I still need to take two more potions. After taking them, I'll go to the hospital to see a general practitioner again..." "The pharmacist didn't say how often to take the potion each day..." "... "I still think he's a bit like a fraud..." ...... In the office of the civilian staff of Black Thorn Security Company, Klein pleaded in advance, obtaining an environment free from disturbance. He held a carving knife, expressing his spirituality, and meticulously carved incantations and symbolic symbols on two pieces of silver jewelry. That was the Hermes text, a prayer to avoid misfortune. That was two mysterious symbols representing the Goddess of the Night and the Queen of Misfortune and Fear. In addition, Klein added the corresponding spiritual number "7" and related magical signs. Moreover, both sides of the charm and amulet must be carved, and which symbols, incantations, and signs to place on each side, their respective positions and special formats belong to the advanced realm of mysticism, which is full of errors passed down among ordinary people. At this moment, on the right side of Klein, there were many carved-out materials - through repeated practice, he confirmed that he had mastered it proficiently before he dared to make amulets for his brother Benson and sister Melissa. Spiritual concentration, spirituality burst forth from the tip of his carving knife, outlining the number "7" on the surface of the silver jewelry. The incantation and symbols on the other side of the silver jewelry, he had already carved, waiting for the completion of this side. When the last cut fell, all the spirituality was connected together. Klein suddenly felt strange, powerful and terrifying forces surging in the room. The surging soon disappeared, and the incantations and symbols on both sides of the amulet in Klein's "spirit vision" completely combined into a whole, emitting a calm and peaceful black color. He put down the carving knife, stroking the silver jewelry composed of a "circle" and a "vertical", feeling that the touch was warm with a hint of coolness. "Alright!" He happily put the amulet he had previously made and the newly completed one together into his pocket of the clothes, planning to give them to his brother Benson and sister Melissa when the opportunity arises. —This kind of amulet made by an extraordinary person has certain effects, allowing the wearer to unconsciously avoid a considerable degree of misfortune, but not too exaggerated. Moreover, the spirituality will gradually be lost, unless high-level ritual magic is used to request complete solidification, otherwise the usage period is limited to one year. And high-level ritual magic has terrifying requirements for spirituality, which Klein cannot currently bear. Then, re-etch the amulet with spirituality... Klein thought to himself and began to tidy up the messy table. He temporarily did not make any items for himself because this level of amulet had limited effect on him, so his goal was to further master the art of charms and then, in combination with ritual magic, make several charm amulets that can be activated by special syllables. After finishing the finishing work, Klein just stepped out of the civilian staff office and was preparing to hand in the scrapped materials, when he saw Captain Dunn, wearing a black windbreaker, come over. Dunn's deep gray eyes swept over, and he smiled and nodded: "Klein, the sanctuary has approved, you are now our official member." "Really? That's great!" Klein feigned surprise half-believing. Dunn smiled and nodded: "From now on, you can go to collect this week's salary of 3 pounds, and then 4.5 pounds per week until the advance payment is paid off." "By the way, have I mentioned the ritual of the night watchman?" "Every official night watchman must independently complete a task. Only in this way can they gain the recognition of their companions. Considering your outstanding performance before, I think we can replace it with a common task entrusted to you, and then I will officially introduce you to all the night watchmen in Tinggen City at that time." Klein replied without hesitation: "Okay!" 3 pounds plus the 7 pounds for reimbursement, and adding a set of formal attire is completely fine! And there is quite a lot of surplus! Well, I don't know when I can get a task... Klein waited until Sunday, until Selina's birthday party. ...... After putting on his formal attire, Klein cleaned the half-high silk hat with a brush and handkerchief. He looked in the mirror and was very satisfied before walking down to the first floor. At this moment, Melissa was carefully inspecting Benson's clothes. "Is there a problem?" Benson raised his walking stick and felt a bit uneasy under his sister's gaze. He examined himself and realized that he had no problems and was dressed appropriately enough. Melissa withdrew her gaze and said seriously: "Benson, this is very old formal attire." "Today's birthday dinner party will have many outstanding ladies attending. I think your style of dressing is disrespectful to them." Klein was originally full of doubts, but after hearing Melissa's emphasis, he suddenly understood and smiled cheerfully, approaching and saying: "I and Benson have similar body types. He can wear my other tuxedo." He had already informed his brother and sister about the new formal attire he bought, saying that during the inspection of some cultural relics, the clothes were damaged by hooks, so the company generously compensated. Of course, he had concealed the "promotion and salary increase" matter, fearing to scare Melissa and Benson. He planned to tell them in half a year. Such an explanation made Benson and Melissa very envious, thinking that Blackthorn Security Company was truly an employer with impeccable standards. "Is there really no need for this?" Benson still didn't understand the situation and asked in response. "No, it is very necessary," Klein pushed Benson's shoulder towards the stairs and said, "My tuxedo is hanging on the coat rack." After seeing Benson look bewildered as he walked upstairs, Klein turned to Melissa and smiled: "Do you hope that Benson can take the opportunity of Selina's birthday dinner party to start a beautiful relationship with a certain lady?" During this period, he had read many newspapers and magazines and knew that the banquets of the nobility and the middle class often had the function of matchmaking. Melissa nodded seriously: "Yes, Benson has missed too much for us." Sister, how did you live out the feeling of a mother... Klein looked at Melissa and suddenly shook his head and laughed.