He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts

"What's the matter with you?" Fabian didn't know why, "Aren't you also mystics? What is there to make a fuss about?"

Duan Feizhuo looked at Xenophon, telling you to explain with his eyes.

Xenophon pretended to look at the scenery.

Finally, Z said, "I think, I need to think about it."

Margaret glared, "Don't you believe my technology? Although I am young, I have rich experience. I was his assistant when my grandfather was still alive. After he passed away, I also independently made many prosthetic eyes for patients. Say it all!"

Fabian also chimed in and said, "If you are worried about the risks of transplant surgery, there is no need. We have never failed so far. Of course, every operation has certain risks. But the worst situation is that you will not be able to recover your eyesight." , not life-threatening."

Z twitched the corner of his mouth weakly, "I'm not worried about your technology."

"Then are you worried that our lions will open their mouths? Our prices have always been fair..."

Z stood up abruptly, "I really need to think about it. I'm leaving."

He went downstairs without looking back.

Miss Margaret grabbed her brother's sleeve nervously, "Did I make the guest unhappy by saying the wrong thing again? Did I pull his eyelids too hard?"

"No, Miss." Xenophon stood up and walked towards the stairs, "It's that guy's own problem."

Fabian's face was livid, "From now on, I will leave the reception of guests to me, please don't talk too much in front of guests, sister."

Miss Margaret was inexplicably blamed.

"It's really not Miss Margaret's problem." Duan Feizhuo also said, "My companion... doesn't like mystics very much."

"But aren't you also mystics?" Margaret didn't understand why.

"That's why I said it was his problem." Duan Feizhuo followed him downstairs.

Duan Feizhuo ran to the street to catch up with Z and Xenophon.

Z strides forward and takes the lead. Xenophon had to trot to keep up with him.

"Boss, why are you so angry? You finally have such an opportunity, can't you bear it?"

"I didn't lose my temper." Z said coldly.

"Take a longer view, Boss—I don't mean to mock you for being blind. I mean, if you regain your sight, it will be easier to arrest mystics in the future. A small unbearable will lead to a big conspiracy!"

Z quickened his pace and completely dropped Xenophon.

Xenophon stood on the street, looking helplessly at the back of his boss going away.

Duan Feizhuo chased after him, staring at the night policeman with black hair and yellow eyes.

"Go and persuade him." Xenophon said, "Even if they are mystics, the siblings are good mystics—although the boss may say that only dead mystics are good mystics." .But now only they can restore the boss's eyesight. You advise him to hold his nose and bear it."

"I advise?" Duan Feizhuo pointed at himself.

"He would certainly like to listen to you."

"I'm afraid my eloquence is not as good as you think."

"You don't need eloquence, I'll teach you a word, as long as you say this, the boss will definitely go to the siblings." Xenophon hooked his fingers, motioning for Duan Feizhuo to come over.

What is the magic spell? Duan Feizhuo moved closer curiously.

"Just tell him..."

Half an hour later, Duan Feizhuo stood outside the door of Hotel Z.

He raised his hand several times to knock on the door, but put it down several times.

The "magic spell" taught to him by Xenophon is too unreliable. Can he really convince Z with that sentence?

Before he could think of an answer, the door opened confidently.

Z leaned against the door frame, his silver hair draped over his shoulders, and there was a chill between his knife-like brows and eyes.

"What's up?"

"Can I go in?"

Z pouted and moved away.

Duan Feizhuo walked into the room and heard the door behind him slam shut.

Now only he and Z are left.

He didn't know what to say, so he said plainly, "Xenophon asked me to persuade you."

"Oh. So you came here because Xenophon called you?"

Z's voice sounded from behind, like an electric current passing through Duan Feizhuo's skin. He felt numb from his neck to his ears.

"I want to come too..." he whispered.

"What are you here for?"

Duan Feizhuo rubbed his eyebrows. He really didn't know how to persuade Z. Is Z the kind of person who can be persuaded with a few words?

"Of course I'm urging you to go back to Ms. Murren's place to receive a prosthetic eye transplant." He sighed, "I've learned a way before. When faced with a decision, make a list, write down the benefits of your recovery on one side, and write on the other side. It's bad. Do you want to try it too?"

Z said nothing, just sat down by the window, and reflexively took out a cigar. He was about to light it, but hesitated for a moment before putting the cigar back in its case.

Without waiting for him to answer, Duan Feizhuo picked up the pen and paper prepared for the guests in the guest room.

"The benefits of regaining sight." He wrote on the paper, "First, you can catch the mystic more easily."

Z smiled slightly, "That's true."

"Second, you can read and write freely in the future, and you don't have to ask others when you write reports."

"How can this not be of any benefit to me?"

Duan Feizhuo made a lot of reports in the Abnormal Case Investigation Section, and found that a large part of them was because Z couldn't write by himself, so he had to entrust others. If Z had regained his sight, the burdens of others would be lightened.

"It's good for others." He glanced at Z. "Third, daily life is more convenient, and you can travel alone."

Z snorted, noncommittal.

"fourth…"

"Why don't you talk about the disadvantages?" Z interrupted him.

"I can't think of any downside."

"Disadvantages," Z said word by word, "as a night watchman, but asking a mystic is against my principles."

"There are also many mystics among the night watchmen. I don't believe that you have never been helped by them once in your life."

"They're my colleagues. It's different."

"Okay then." Duan Feizhuo picked up the pen, "I'll write this down for you, it's against the principles of Night Police."

Z can't laugh or cry.

"You know why I hate mystics," he said. "If it weren't for mystics, I wouldn't be living like this."

"But the Melun sisters are not the mystics who transformed you. Your resentment towards them is unreasonable."

"I, the leader of the Night's Watch, should have hated mystics the most in the world. Now I need the help of mystics to regain the light."

Z laughed at himself twice, his voice dry.

"Don't you want to recover your eyesight?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

"Of course I would, but..."

"Don't you think that once you accept the kindness of the mystics, you will never be able to hunt them down again?"

Z was silent for a long time, and said, "Many of my colleagues are mystics, Ms. Q, Mr. Thales, Xenophon, and you." He deliberately emphasized the "you", then paused, and continued, " I thought I could treat you with peace of mind, but I was wrong. My heart is far from that broad."

"Mystics aren't all bad guys."

"I know."

"Mystery is not a bad thing. It is a kind of knowledge, a kind of power, it depends on who uses it."

Z chuckled, "You're talking more and more like a mystic. Is it because the way you look at the world is different after you get the power?"

Duan Feizhuo raised his head and faced the white-haired policeman. He could smell the faint scent of tobacco on Z. While he was away, Z secretly smoked again. He said tobacco was one of the few things that stimulated his nerves and made him feel "alive". He had quit smoking for a while, but now he is back.

"You know I'm telling the truth." Duan Feizhuo said.

Z twisted the unlit cigarette, fiddled with the shredded tobacco with his fingertips, "Even if I wanted to, the Mellons might not be willing. If they knew how many mystics I had arrested, do you think they would still be willing to make prosthetic eyes for me?" ?”

"It's fine if you don't tell them, no one knows our identities."

"That's really aboveboard." Z sneered.

"Go and find that pair of siblings." Duan Feizhuo said, "I hope you can recover your sight."

"You hope?" Z repeated the sentence.

Duan Feizhuo gritted his teeth and decided to sacrifice the magic spell that Xenophon taught him.

"There is a fourth benefit." He waved his courage, "If you regain your sight, you will be able to see me."

Z was stunned.

"Don't you want to see what I look like?"

Z said nothing. After a while, he took off his gloves and raised his hand to lightly touch Duan Feizhuo's forehead.

The cold mechanical fingers moved along the arch of his eyebrows, then moved to the bridge of the nose, following the shape of his face all the way down.

At last the thumb rested on his lips, and the other four rested on his chin.

"I know what you look like." Z said, "I can feel it."

"Do you know what color my eyes are?" Duan Feizhuo asked.

Z dropped his hand. The cold touch disappeared.

"You tell me."

"I want you to see for yourself."

Z frowned, as if dissatisfied. "You have learned badly," he said. "Did Xenophon teach you?"

"Yeah." Now that he was seen through, Duan Feizhuo had no choice but to admit it.

"Bad things." Z murmured, "You are all bad things."

The next day, they went to visit the store of the Melun brothers and sisters again.

This time it was his younger brother Fabian who received the guests behind the counter. There was a knocking sound upstairs, and I thought Miss Margaret was working on it.

"I want to ask you to make prosthetic eyes." Z said straight to the point.

Fabien greeted them upstairs with trepidation, then went to the studio on the third floor and called Marguerite down. Miss Mechanic was still in overalls today, and when she saw the three guests, she smiled embarrassingly. She still thought that the reason why the guest walked away yesterday was because she accidentally said the wrong thing.

"Transplanting a prosthetic eye requires the complete removal of the original eyeball. Surgery has certain risks, so please be prepared. If you have decided to transplant a prosthetic eye, you must sign a risk contract with us and pay half of the deposit."

Fabian's risk control awareness is very ahead of the times.

"How long does it take to make a prosthetic eye?" Z asked.

"If you book now, it will be completed this fall at the earliest."

"Autumn seems to be a bit too broad a time frame."

"The making of prosthetic eyes requires a special secret material called 'Phantom Phosphorus Wing Powder'." Fabian explained, "In this season, Phantom Phosphorus is still a caterpillar. They only emerge in autumn. Butterfly. That's why I said we have to wait until autumn."

"Is there no stock?"

"We don't have any. Our family is the only one in Switzerland that raises Phosphorus. Maybe foreign mystics have stock, but we don't have a channel to buy it."

As soon as Duan Feizhuo heard "purchasing channels", his DNA moved.

He is the owner of the world's largest secret art item store, who else has a wider purchase channel than him?

There is no Phantom Phosphorus Butterfly Wing Powder in the inventory of the Secret Realm Trading Company, but he can buy it from customers! Just like Evangeline begging for secret medicine ingredients!

"What if we can get ready-made Phantom Phosphorus butterfly wing powder?" He asked, "Assuming all the materials are available now, how long will it take to make the prosthetic eye?"

"Three days is enough." Margaret was full of confidence, "Phantom Phosphorus powder needs to be added in the final stage of prosthetic eye production. I have a lot of semi-finished prosthetic eyes here, as long as you get the powder, The production can be completed immediately.

Duan Feizhuo pretended to be careless, and said, "Although there is no Phantom Phosphorus powder sold in Switzerland, there may be other places. We may be able to buy it in London. How much powder do you need to make a prosthetic eye?"

Miss Margaret thought about it, "About ten grams is needed for each prosthetic eye."

Then a total of twenty grams is needed.

Duan Feizhuo wrote down the number, and smiled politely at her, "It would be great if I could get the magic phosphorous butterfly powder earlier."

Z's fingers tapped impatiently on the table. The length of the prosthetic eye production cycle was beyond his expectation.

"If you place an order now, you will have to wait until autumn at the earliest to have surgery?"

Fabian nodded, "I know that you are from a foreign country and cannot stay in Geneva for so long. You can go back to your country first. I will send you a telegram to inform you when the prosthetic eye is completed. You can trust our reputation. After all, if we say Without trust, it is impossible to get the recommendation of the countess. Of course, we will try our best to find materials. If we are lucky enough to buy the stock, we can make prosthetic eyes in advance."

Z sighed. He had to accept the result.

Fabian's legal awareness is surprisingly good, and he took out the contract (or risk notification letter) for Z to sign. Since Z couldn't see, Xenophon had to read the ten-page contract to him from beginning to end.

When leaving the store, Xenophon stared at the thick contract in his hand, and said dryly, "Boss, the deposit has been paid, you can't go back on it, if you go back on it, I will join hands with everyone in the Abnormal Case Investigation Section Press your head and force you to undergo surgery."

"...Do you hate reading contracts to me so much?" Z said flatly.

"Ten pages! A full ten pages!" Xenophon waved the contract, and the paper rattled, "And that kid deliberately wrote the words very small!"

He grumbled and complained all the way. Z ignored his complaints, "It doesn't make any sense to stay in Geneva, let's go back to London in two days. There are flights to London every day at the airport."

Duan Feizhuo followed behind them. After hearing them discussing which day to buy the ferry ticket, he couldn't help but said, "Can we stay in Geneva for a few more days?"

Xenophon turned his head, "Do you want to take the opportunity to travel at public expense?"

"Can't you?" Duan Feizhuo said confidently.

"To be honest, I actually think about it too." Xenophon said sincerely.

Z"…"

Of course, Duan Feizhuo didn't want to stay because of the wool of Scotland Yard. If he can buy the phantom phosphorus butterfly wing powder through the secret trading company, then Z will be able to undergo surgery in a few days.

He wants to try his luck.

Even if he couldn't buy the phantom phosphorous butterfly powder, at least he could take advantage of these few days to travel or something.

Xenophon kept pounding Z's ribs with his elbows, pushing him vigorously. "Boss, anyway, we still have a long vacation left, so let's stay and have fun! The next time we take such a long vacation, I don't know until the year of the monkey!"

"Yes, yes, night police officers are so busy with their work, they should cherish their rare vacations." Duan Feizhuo echoed.

Z rubbed his eyebrows.

"Okay. Then leave in three days." He said helplessly.

Xenophon raised his hands and cheered loudly. Passers-by looked sideways, but he didn't care.

It was only then that Duan Feizhuo discovered to his surprise that Xenophon had prepared a travel guide for their trip to Geneva. He took out a notebook from his pocket, quickly turned to the page with the bookmark, and began to recite "Top 10 Sightseeing Places You Must Visit in Geneva—the first stop, Lake Geneva..."

The itinerary in Geneva is not so much a journey as "being dragged around by Xenophon". Duan Feizhuo felt as if he had become a kindergarten teacher, taking the kids on a spring outing. He had to keep an eye on the cubs the whole time, to prevent them from having accidents, or causing someone else to have an accident. So tired that I have no time to enjoy the trip.

They rowed on the lake all day, and the wind blew all day, and Duan Feizhuo's head was about to be blown to one side. After returning to the hotel, he even had a negative thought of "I want to sleep, I don't want to enter the secret trading house".

After lying on the bed for half an hour, he gritted his teeth and sat up.

All for Z. he told himself so.

He has a separate room in the hotel. He locked the door and dragged a chair against the doorknob. Then he closed the window again and drew the curtains.

After confirming that the room was airtight, he took out the magic circle talisman paper.

On this day, when customers came to the trading house, the first thing they saw was a piece of paper pasted at the door, with a line of big characters written on it:

Buying 20 grams of Phantom Phosphorus Butterfly Wing Powder, the price is negotiable.

Customers gathered in front of the notice to discuss.

"It's really rare that the owner of the trading house actually asks for a certain item."

"What is the phantom phosphorous butterfly?"

"Are you really a occultist? It's a butterfly native to Brazil. The powder of its wings can make many occult items!"

"Sounds pretty rare. Is anyone actually selling it?"

Duan Feizhuo sat behind the counter. Now that the notice is posted, just wait for the people who have the stock to come to the door.

I don't know if it was because of jet lag, but Al didn't rush into the trading house immediately. Half an hour after opening, the boy was late.

"Master! We haven't seen each other for a long time! Are you still in Greece?" Al bounced around Duan Feizhuo.

Duan Feizhuo raised his index finger and said "shh", "Do you want everyone to know that I am traveling?"

Al immediately covered his mouth, looked around for a long time with his small eyes, and after making sure that no one was paying attention to them, he whispered, "I'm sorry master, I was in a hurry..."

Duan Feizhuo rubbed the boy's head, "I'll be back in London soon. If you're good, I'll teach you some new skills then."

He wants to teach Al the secret dishwashing method and the secret cleaning method, so that the boy will be able to do housework with twice the result with half the effort in the future. What a black hearted boss he is!

Al's eyes sparkled "Thank you master!"

At this moment, the boy still doesn't know what kind of housework **** he will usher in.

"Go and greet the guests. If someone comes to sell the Phantom Phosphorus Butterfly powder, remember to invite them over."

However, Duan Feizhuo was disappointed. He waited all night but no one came to talk business with him. The trading house never stayed open all night, so the customers were amazed. The owner of the trading house, who has always been fishing for three days and drying the net for two days, has become so diligent. Is he so desperate for phantom phosphorous butterfly powder?

The next day, Duan Feizhuo had to go to breakfast with dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you lose sleep last night, young man?" Xenophon asked in surprise in the restaurant of the hotel.

"...The jet lag is not reversed." Duan Feizhuo yawned profusely.

This day's itinerary focuses on various museums. Xenophon was actually interested in history, which was beyond Duan Feizhuo's expectations.

If he was energetic, Duan Feizhuo would probably be as excited as Xenophon and couldn't stop strolling around. But he is too tired. With jet lag and a sleepless night, everything in the museum made him drowsy.

As a result, on the return journey, he fell asleep directly in the carriage. His head moved bit by bit with the bumps of the carriage, and finally he simply tilted his head and fell on top of Z.

Xenophon sat across from them, poring over a map of Geneva. He raised his eyes and glanced at his superior. The latter straightened his back and remained motionless.

"Boss, do you know what you look like now?"

"like what?"

"Like a pillow."

Z"…"

When the carriage stopped, the body shook, and Duan Feizhuo woke up suddenly. He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and asked, "Are you there? Great, I'm almost sleepy."

Xenophon folded the map and was the first to jump off the carriage. "I'm afraid not everyone wants to reach the finish line as quickly as you do." He walked into the hotel with a smile.

Duan Feizhuo was puzzled. He glanced at Z, and Z turned his head and got out of the car without saying a word.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but he seems to see that the shoulder of Z's coat is darker than other parts...

That night, Duan Feizhuo was still squatting in the trading house. He began to worry. Tomorrow is the last day of their stay in Geneva. After tomorrow night, they will return to London.

Of course, when he returned to London, he could still hang up the sign asking for a purchase. But even if he bought the Phantom Phosphorus powder, Z would need to return to Switzerland again, and it would take too much time to go back and forth.

Just when Duan Feizhuo was about to give up hope, he welcomed a distinguished guest.

"Dear owner of the trading house, I saw that you posted a notice to buy Phosphorus powder. Is the notice still valid?"

asked the old woman in the mask and fox fur shawl.

Duan Feizhuo remembered this old woman. When the trading house opened for the first time, she had a big fight with a few customers, and in the end it was Shi Zhongjian who settled everything.

The girl who has always been inseparable from her is also with her today.

"Of course, ma'am, are you going to sell me?"

The old woman winked at the girl. The latter magically took out a small bottle from the folds of the skirt. The bottle contained a little purple-red powder, which shone with golden light from time to time as the angle changed.

"Phantom Phosphorus powder 20 grams." The old woman said.

There are many customers wandering in the trading house. Seeing that the old woman had taken out the rare secret art materials, they all moved forward to point them curiously.

"So that's the powder of the wings of the phantom phosphorus butterfly! It's so beautiful!"

"If you knew its price, you wouldn't think it was beautiful."

Duan Feizhuo smiled. The phantom phosphorous butterfly powder is recorded in Joseph Chester's account book, although there is no such commodity in the trading house. He remembered that the price was £200 an ounce, equivalent to Watson's annual salary.

"I'll offer £200, what do you think?" he said. 1 ounce of Yuehe is 28 grams. It is reasonable to say that 20 grams of Phantom Phosphorus powder should be less than 200 pounds, but he is willing to suffer a little loss, after all, he has something to ask for.

The customers were in an uproar. The price of 20 grams of powder is 200 pounds, which is more expensive than gold!

The old woman shook her head, apparently dissatisfied with the price.

The girl next to her said, "The price may be okay during the season when the phantom butterfly emerges. But now is the season when the phantom butterfly is scarce. It is harder to get it. Fortunately, our wife did an experiment last time." I had some left over. It's a hard thing to get."

When a seller starts to describe the rarity and difficulty of obtaining an item, it is ready to increase the price.

Duan Feizhuo is not in a hurry, as long as the price is within his tolerance range, he can accept it.

"Then you make a price?"

The old woman held the bottle firmly in her hand, "I want to barter with you."

"Which item in the trading line have you taken a fancy to?"

The old woman looked longingly at one of the display cases. Duan Feizhuo waved his hand and ordered the display cabinet to move to her.

Behind the glass was an ugly rag doll.

Duan Feizhuo vaguely remembered that the old lady was very interested in this doll when she first visited the trading house.

"Jenny's doll." Duan Feizhuo read out the name of the product, "Do you want to exchange it?"

"Exactly," said the old woman.

That doll has no price tag. Most of the commodities in the trading shop have a price tag, and the few without a price tag mean that they are either extremely expensive and have no market, or are extremely rare and difficult to price.

But for Duan Feizhuo, those commodities are all outside his body. Even if the old lady wanted to exchange ten dolls, he was willing to offer them.

What's more, the doll's body did not emit the light of secret art items.

He didn't understand why the old woman had chosen that doll. Maybe she didn't know it was just an ordinary doll? Or did she know it, but bought it purely as a memento?

Duan Feizhuo snapped his fingers, and the door of the display cabinet opened slowly. He took out the doll and at the same time spread his palms towards the old woman.

The old woman gave him a surprised look.

"The owner of the trading house is indeed a straightforward person." She handed the bottle containing the powder to Duan Feizhuo, and at the same time snatched the doll away.

"I seldom make such a pleasant transaction." Duan Feizhuo weighed the bottle, a smile came to his cheeks.

With this, Z will soon regain his sight.

Mrs. Boyle returned to her laboratory, followed by her apprentice and goddaughter Madeleine.

"Madam, would it be a bit too..." Madeleine looked at the ugly doll with a bit of regret.

"Don't you think it's worth it?" Mrs. Boyle took off her mask, a smile appeared on her old face.

"It is said that the soul of the resurrected Jenny is attached to this doll, but it is not accurate, right? What if it is just an ordinary doll?"

Madeleine observed Mrs. Boyle's face. Since her mentor did this, there must be a reason. So Madeleine hurriedly acted according to the wind, "However, the phantom butterfly can be raised every year, but this doll is unique. I think it must have some unique value."

Mrs. Boyle felt for the doll's hideous face. "Yes, it does."

She turned the doll over and over for a long time, then grabbed the doll's head and pulled it hard.

Madeleine screamed.

"That's the doll of Jenny the Revenant! Why did you do that!"

The old woman threw away the doll's head without looking at it, as if it were just a piece of trash.

The doll was already described as terrifying, but the image after losing its head was even more terrifying. Where the head should have been, there was only a dark cave, as if it was born in a nightmare.

The old woman narrowed her eyes, stretched out her index and middle fingers, and pulled out a thin roll of papyrus from the cave.

"Sure enough, it's hidden here." Her voice was full of excitement, as if an archaeologist had unearthed a rare cultural relic that could shock the world from an ancient tomb.

Madeleine was dumbfounded. Unexpectedly, there is a baby hidden in the doll's body! The doll is just a container, the real commodity is the roll of papyrus!

"Ma'am, how do you know the mystery hidden in the doll?" Madeleine said convincingly, "The owner of the trading house gave the doll to you so easily, I'm afraid even he doesn't know the secret!"

Mrs. Boyle smiled, "I only found out about this after many years of investigation. I have wanted to buy this doll for a long time, but unfortunately I have always been short of money. gave me this opportunity."

Madeleine was curious, "What was written on that piece of paper? Could it be some kind of powerful occult spell?"

Mrs. Boyle stroked Madeleine's head lovingly. The girl is a little confused. Although she has a good relationship with her mentor, it is rare for her mentor to be so intimate with her.

"My long-cherished wish is finally coming true, my dear," said the old woman.

Mellon Studios.

It was late at night, and Fabian was going to bed after reading a few pages of the novel. There was a banging sound from the room next door to her sister, who was still obsessed with fixing machinery. He will tell her later that if she works so late, even if she is not tired, she will disturb others!

At this time, there was a knock on the door downstairs.

How could any guest come to visit so late? Fabian murmured in his heart, but he put on his coat and went to the first floor.

He was worried that the visitor was not good, so he picked up a wrench. If it was a burglar who broke through the empty door, he would hit the opponent's head.

On the first floor, he looked out through the window, but there was no one outside the door.

"Probably a prank..." he said to himself.

At this time, he found that an envelope had been stuffed under the door.

He picked up the envelope and looked it over. The envelope was sealed with sealing wax, but there was no seal on the sealing wax, and there was no writing on the envelope. It was not delivered through the post office, but someone put it under the door.

"Fabian, who is it so late?" Marguerite went downstairs.

"I don't know, someone stuffed this letter in." Fabian handed the letter to his sister.

Margaret was not as thoughtful as he was, so she opened the envelope and took out three pieces of paper.

The first piece of paper was a short letter, while the other two had complex magic circles drawn on it.

Fabian leaned forward and read the letter with her sister.

The letter was crooked and clearly written with a non-dominant hand. The letter writer did this on purpose to prevent others from reading the handwriting.

Dear Mr and Ms Mellon

I don’t know if you have heard of the name Secret Realm Trading House? It is the world's largest trading place for arcane items, and I am the owner of the trading house.

I sincerely hand over the invitation letter of the trading house to both of you. As long as the trading house is open, the two people who hold the key can enter and exit the trading house anytime and anywhere, and choose their favorite products.

What needs to be reminded in particular is that the key of the trading bank can only be used by one person and cannot be transferred to others. You can choose to hide your face when entering the trading row. Once you enter the trading house, you will agree to the following contract by default. The identity of the owner of the trading house and other guests must not be revealed, and violators will be killed on the spot.

If the two agree to the contract, the trading house will open the door to you.

Marguerite and Fabian exchanged puzzled glances.

"Secret Realm Trading Company, have you heard?" Margaret asked.

Fabian nodded, "I heard from other mystics that it is a store in a different space that sells all kinds of mystic items. But only those who are invited by the owner of the trading house can enter."

"So, the two of us have been invited?" Margaret's eyes lit up when she heard the secret art item, "What are you waiting for, let's go to the trading house and have a look!"

"Wait." Fabian was very cautious, "Why did this letter slip through our door? If we were chosen by the owner of the trading house, how did he choose us? We don't know him at all. ah!"

Margaret was not as thoughtful as he was. She pouted and said, "Our store is quite famous! Even the queen...I mean the countess is our distinguished guest! The owner of the trading house has heard about our shop. Your name is also normal!"

Fabian was still worried, "Well, let me take a look at the trading house first, and you wait outside. Even if this is a trap, at least you are safe."

"No, let me do it..."

"You are a mystic, but I am not. If something happens to you, the inheritance of our family will be cut off. So let me do it."

Fabian put on a righteous and heroic expression.

The letter said that they had better conceal their identities when entering the trading house. So Marguerite fetched him a large cloak and a mask. Fabian felt dressed like Robin Hood.

He picked up a magic circle talisman paper.

The magic circle exudes a faint light.

He swallowed, and touched the magic circle lightly.

In the next second, he appeared in another space.

There is an open door in front of it, and the hall behind the door is magnificent, like a museum.

Fabian felt like a countryman entering the city for the first time, and made a sound of admiration. There were so many display cabinets, so many products, so dazzling, he was simply dazzled.

"Welcome to the Secret Realm Trading Company." A clear voice said.

Fabian was taken aback. Only then did he realize that he wasn't alone here.

Behind the counter sat a man wearing a gold mask.

"Are you the owner of the trading house?" Fabian asked in awe.

"Exactly."

"What an incredible place..."

The owner of the trading house smiled.

Fabian asked again, "You are also the one who sent us the letter?"

"Of course. I've heard that your shop has been famous for a long time. It must be a good thing to do business with you."

Fabian doesn't think his shop is famous. Although my sister's prosthetic eye production technology is unique in the world, they have always only accepted customers introduced by regular customers, so they are actually little known.

Does the owner of the trading house know their regular customers, or does this person have all-knowing hands and eyes?

Fabian's gaze involuntarily fell on the display cabinet closest to him.

He immediately held his breath. There was only a small bottle in the huge display case, and he couldn't have mistaken that thing—that unique flash must be the Phantom Phosphorus powder!

Even this is sold in the trading house...

"Can I...look at that?" He pointed at the Phantom Phosphorus Butterfly powder and stammered.

The owner of the trading house waved his hand, and the display case opened.

"You have a good eye. This is a new product in our store." He took out the small bottle. "The market price is 200 pounds per ounce."

Fabian naturally understood that the price was very fair. He wished he could buy it on the spot. But he always felt a little inconsistent. He was worrying about where to find the phantom phosphorus butterfly powder, and the secret trading company delivered it to his door, isn't it a bit too coincidental?

But if there is a conspiracy hidden in it, Fabian can't figure out what kind of conspiracy it is. Is giving charcoal in the snow a conspiracy?

Maybe he was just plain lucky?

"I need this item, trading house