Whispering Verse

Shade did not tell them that he planned to enter the realm of life and death to find Priest August. 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 has been found. 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? 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 Schneider's team, so he said he was "surprised", but in fact he didn't think much about it.

"Will anyone come to see me this afternoon? There won't be any clients coming, right?"

Shade asked again, putting the cat on the coffee table.

"No clients come to your door. Didn't you say that in your business, you may not meet even one 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 source?"

"Yes, that Duchess."

Dorothy teased.

The three of them went out together and had dinner at a restaurant on Silver Cross Avenue, and then the two ladies went back separately. But they would all come back tomorrow, and Luvia would have to work on her astrological equipment, and Dorothy would help watch over the cat in case Shad didn't come back all day and starved it.

After saying goodbye to the two ladies, Shade took Mia and the gold pound to Old John's Pawn Shop. Papa John lives above the pawn shop, so he closes very late:

"Good evening, Dad."

When Shade opened the door, the old man in the store was keeping accounts. Hearing the voice, he raised his head and greeted him. After calculating the account book in his hand, he talked about business with Sha De:

"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 you don't have enough cash, so you can't afford it."

As he spoke, Old John called Shade for help, and the two of them moved out a wooden box 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 through the straw and found a cold brass-colored metal box. After opening it, the coldness became even stronger, and there were two pieces of solid ice buckled together inside. Between the ice cubes was a long glass tube as thick as a thumb. 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.

"It was sent by ship along with the cold-stored catch, and of course it had a fishy smell."

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!"

Handing the glass tube to Shade, he rubbed his hands together violently. Shade, who took the glass tube, also felt the coldness of the glass tube.

He thought for a while, then moved the glass tube closer to the cat on his shoulder. Mia immediately barked to stop Shade.

This cat would not be stupid enough to risk his tongue being 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 beautiful, but the Rhine demon is extremely dangerous.

This is an extremely dangerous alien creature that is active on small offshore islands. Legend has it that the entire population has remained within 49 individuals. If you see the Rhine Demon under any circumstances, you must kill a relative with your own blood, otherwise your parents, children and spouse will die. Therefore, in addition to being called the 'Rhine Demon', this dangerous thing is also called the 'Destroying Demon Ghost'. "

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 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 fishman elixir that Shade sold does not have this price. But the problem is that according to John's description, the price is actually just a little high. After all, Shade wants it urgently. Under normal circumstances, Shade 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 4,900 pounds."

Shade sighed and said, actually he was thinking of going to Miss Carina to get another kind of blood tomorrow. In this way, the second adventure in Fifth Age 3014, which he had postponed for a whole week, could begin.

It happened that Shade had also entered the boundary between life and death in the past day or two. He didn't know what would happen inside, so he could take the blood, keys and door pendant with him. Once he encountered danger, he could 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 come up with so much cash. Your friend is really good at appraising, and he can give it a higher price. I can’t even afford it.”

As he spoke, he started to take money out of his pocket. After this high consumption, he only had a deposit of more than 200 pounds left. The gold pounds in hand immediately fell below double digits, which caused great anxiety among 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 imagine how many people died for this blood before he got it. Although these lives have nothing to do with us, they are indeed only worth 4,900 pounds in the end. "

"So, we have to be people who can put a price on their lives."

Shade said. The old man looked at him unexpectedly and nodded:

"That's true. I'm glad you are aware of this. But before you go on an 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."

The world is so real that any material expires rather than being preserved 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:

"Regarding 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, and you should remember to prepare money."

Dad shrugged, so Shade had to find a way to get himself some money.

After sending Mia and the tube of blood home first, he then changed into Detective Sparrow's old clothes that he had never worn before, 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. It was a street in the lower city. In the city map left behind by Detective Sparrow, this street was not specially marked.

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 yellow light on the misty street.

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.

Number 1 Vic Street is at the corner of the street, behind the street sign to be exact. Standing on the street and looking at the building, every floor of the three-story apartment building had lights on, and every window had its 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 are you 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."

Instead of taking the pen, he turned 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 the other party, the old man pointed at the box:

"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 and watched Shade's figure disappear at the corner of the street before closing 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, all of which 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 deal with 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 original contact information was invalidated. The "Grey Eagle" has once again entered a long-term lurking state. When a mission needs to be carried out, the next special letter will be sent.

"Don't contact me again. The Grey-headed Eagle's final mission has been completed."

Shade whispered, burning 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 any 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.