Whispering Verse

"Of course it's impossible, Shade, this is just a bottle of potion, not a book. Besides, the formula of this potion is mastered by the fish-man race, and the few materials known to humans are also completely extinct. It's impossible in this era. Someone can reconstitute it."

said the priest.

"So is it possible to exchange this bottle of potion for credits from the academy?"

Shade asked again, and the priest shook his head again:

"Absolutely impossible. Only academy tasks and relic recovery can get practical credits. This is a matter of principle. No matter how precious the potion is, it cannot change it."

Shade shook his head in disappointment and put the cat, who was very energetic today, on his shoulder. Mia rubbed Shade's face happily, having no idea what was written in the book he brought home.

"Don't be disappointed. No matter who you sell it to, this bottle of magic potion can be sold for four figures in gold pounds. Drinking the elixir at any age can bring your body back to its original state from the inside out. The age of youth is equivalent to rejuvenation without any side effects. It is said that the witches of the fifth era add a drop to their afternoon tea to drink every day, tsk tsk tsk..."

The old priest couldn't help but was speechless, and then explained:

"Judging from the records in the book, your bottle will probably be effective for at least a week."

"It turns out it's time-limited. I thought it would last forever after I drank it..."

Now Shade was even more disappointed, but it was right to think about it. It was just a bottle of magic potion. If it could permanently return people to their youthful state, then the fifth era would not be the era of witches, but the era of potions. . But just this kind of effect is enough to be called valuable. You must know that it has no side effects.

"Priest, are you interested in this? If so, I can sell you this bottle of potion at a low price."

Shade asked, and the old priest shook his head for the third time:

"I'm very satisfied with my body, and what's the use of experiencing youth for a week? It will only make me miss unnecessary. Besides, if it is sold to me at a low price, I can't afford that much money."

"Is this thing valuable? Priest, can you give it an estimate?"

"It's difficult."

Priest August placed the potion on Shade's coffee table:

"There have been ancient potions on the market, but they are all ineffective. The occasional ancient potions that are still usable for various reasons are not sold publicly... and they are worth at least four figures. Gold pounds, if I were to sell it, I would price it at 2,300 pounds."

"Understood."

Shade nodded slowly. He planned to show this to Miss Carina. The Witch Council is very persistent in collecting items related to witches, and they are also quite wealthy. They may be interested in the potions offered to witches by aliens from the previous era.

The priest came to Shade today mainly to solve a troublesome matter with him. There is a half chance that evil spirits are at work, and a half chance that some kind of poorly recorded relic is exerting its influence.

After talking about the potion, Shade asked the priest to drink a cup of tea. After leaving Mia at home to look after the house, the two went out again.

This incident actually has a little to do with Shade. On the Saturday after God descended on Thursday two weeks ago, the doctor was being investigated by the church, so he asked Shade to inform the rest of the group that the study meeting would be suspended.

While Shade informed the Augustan priest and said his farewells, a man asked the priest if he had a specific type of souvenir for the Feast of Holy Prayer (Chapter 287). Shade didn't pay attention to the man, and Augustus didn't pay attention at that time either.

But a week later, the priest who was busy preparing for the Feast of Holy Prayer unexpectedly heard about the man's death.

The man’s name was Myerson Freese. He was not a senior believer, and his death by accidentally falling down the stairs did not attract much attention from the church. The rest of the man's family moved out of the house after that, and put the house up for sale.

"The origin of the matter is this. On the surface, nothing was wrong, but out of curiosity, I found the man's family to inquire about the news. After all, it is rare for someone to go to a church specifically to ask for a small statue in the style of a priest."

"Then did you give it to him?"

"Of course, it's not something valuable."

The priest and Shade took a carriage to Hangleton Garden Street, where the house was located. This was an ordinary residential neighborhood in the east of Tobesk. Each house had an independent small garden and a double-story building of the same style. The people who live here are generally decent middle-class families. The deceased Mr. Myerson Freeman was a slightly famous painter during his lifetime.

The so-called "little famous" means that the paintings can be sold for a good price.

After getting off the carriage at the street corner, Priest August and Shade chatted while walking:

"What I'm curious about is why the family moved out of that house after the death of the male owner. I thought it was because his family didn't want to live in a sad place, but I found Mrs. Frith who was temporarily living in a rental apartment. Later, she told me that Mr. Frith had some mental problems before his death and would sometimes claim that there were invisible people at home."

The priest shrugged and faced a middle-aged woman walking up to her pet dog. She looked curiously at the stranger who appeared on this street. The residents here know each other and there is even a residents committee, so they are very sensitive to strangers.

"Since Mr. Frith had this kind of problem during his lifetime, why didn't he ask the church for help?"

Shade asked.

"Detective, do you think that if you hear some auditory hallucinations or have terrible nightmares occasionally, people will immediately think that it is a haunting or something like that?"

The priest sighed. He had worked in the church for many years and had rich experience:

"Less than one-tenth of the people who have actually encountered a mysterious incident can immediately realize the danger they are facing. Of these one-tenth, more than half will choose to solve it themselves, and one-third will seek help from various sources. There are strange methods, most of which turn to the church for help from the police, or turn to strange books or street liars for help... Only a few people will go to the church for help very sensibly."

In fact, it is "irrational" to go to the church for help. Although people believe in God, most people do not believe in the existence of ghosts.

This is the reality. The church cannot announce the mysterious existence. People in this era are very superstitious and ignorant. Only senior believers understand that the church is the most reliable "police" in the dark world.

"So, priest, do you know what happened to Mr. Freeman?"

"Information is sparse because, apart from Mr. Freeman himself, neither his wife nor his children experienced anything strange. The gentleman claimed before his death that there were other people in the home and would wake up in his sleep. In the hours before his death, Within two weeks, in addition to painting, he suddenly became interested in wood carving. Mrs. Freeman gave me a wood carving that he made himself, but the skill is really not flattering."

The priest said, taking out a small wooden carving as thick as two fingers from his pocket. It can be seen that the carver tried to carve a male image and even colored the facial features and clothes. The coloring is excellent, but the carving technique can only be described as "poor".