Holding the herbs wrapped in tawny paper, Bogda left the "Lawson's Folk Herb Shop" in a daze.

While waiting for the tram bus carriage, he woke up:

A whole £10 to buy such a pack?

That's close to a month's salary!

If you hadn't believed Anna and Joyce, you wouldn't have been able to bring so much cash to the divination club!

Could it be that Mr. Moretti is behind the 8p divination fee, and he is cooperating with the black-hearted owner of Lawson's herb shop to make more profits? This, this is very similar to the classic fraud case in the newspaper! Before and after Bogda thought about it, he was a little suspicious of Klein, and even of Joyce and Anna.

The carriage stopped, he looked at the herbs in his hand, and finally could not return cheekily, so he could only enter the carriage with a heavy heart.

............

Lawson's Folk Herb Shop.

The boss looked at Bogda's back and walked away, and suddenly turned around and shouted to the back door where the herbs were stacked:

"Shermin, don't buy any more herbs from today. ”

"Why, teacher, why?" a handsome young man with unkempt hair walked out.

The boss smiled and said:

"This is the 16th customer to come to my door because of my fame, and if I continue like this, I think the Nightwatcher, the Punisher, and the Machine Heart will all notice me, and it's time to think about going to another city. ”

"Does this shop need to be transferred?" Shermin nodded abruptly and asked with concern.

The boss heaved and said:

"If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this shop, you have enough ability to distinguish herbs and concoctions, and of course, fifty percent of your monthly profits will be deposited in my anonymous account at the Beckland Bank. ”

"But I haven't learned what you're really good at. Shermin was tired of not being able to live in a city for a year, and he was reluctant to give up on the magic formula that the teacher was good at.

The boss sat on the chaise longue and shook leisurely:

"That's not something you can learn if you want to......"

............

A glass of black-green boiling liquid appeared in front of Bogda's eyes, the smell of stinky socks, the color that made people want to vomit, all made him deeply suspicious of his every move today.

The rooster blood that had just flowed out was dripped into the potion, and Bogda's father looked at his son worriedly and said:

"I think surgery is the best option. ”

The small amount of rooster blood tumbled a few times in the boiling liquid and disappeared, Bogda took a deep breath and said:

"If the medicine doesn't work this time, I'll consider surgery. ”

"The Lord will bless you. "Bogda's father drew a triangular emblem on his chest.

When the boiling liquid cooled, Bogda held the idea that he could not waste 10 pounds, raised his right hand, closed his eyes, raised his head, and drank all the potions.

The stench of blood echoed through his mouth, causing him to almost vomit out everything he had just drunk.

That night, Bogda found himself in a bad stomach, went to the bathroom six times, and only fell asleep when the Crimson Moon was about to disappear.

I don't know how long later, he suddenly woke up, because he dreamed of the company's boss's reprimand.

"Fortunately, fortunately, I took three days of annual leave and didn't have to rush to the office. Bogda let out a relaxed breath and suddenly found himself in good spirits.

This is in stark contrast to the low state of the past few weeks.

Bogda subconsciously reached out and pressed the right side of his abdomen, only to feel that the area that stabbed so hard that it couldn't bear it before became normal, and there was only ordinary pressing pain.

"It can't really work, is it? The pharmacist is obviously bluffing......" Bogda rolled over and got out of bed in surprise, joy and confusion, and moved his body, only to feel that the long-lost sense of health had returned.

He pondered for a long time, and then said to himself:

"According to the pharmacist's instructions, I will drink the medicine twice, and when I finish drinking, I will go to the hospital and find another internist to have a look......"

"The pharmacist didn't seem to say how many times a day to drink potions......"

“...... I still think he's a bit of a liar......"

............

In the office of the civilian staff of Blackthorn Security, Crane pleaded ahead and was given an undisturbed environment.

Holding a carving knife and expressing his spirituality, he earnestly carved incantations and symbols on two pieces of silver.

It is Hermeswen who prays for doom, and it is the two occult symbols that symbolize the goddess of the night and the queen of doom and fear.

In addition to this, Crane also added the goddess's corresponding spirit number "7" and related magic symbols.

In addition, both sides of the charm and amulet must be engraved, and which symbols, which spells, which signs, what positions they occupy, and what special formats they occupy belong to the advanced category of occultism, which is full of fallacies among ordinary people.

At this moment, Crane had a lot of carved materials on his right hand - through repeated practice, he confirmed that he was proficient, and he dared to make amulets for his brother Benson and sister Melissa.

Spiritual precipitation, spirituality gushing out from the tip of his carving knife, outlining the number "7" on the surface of the silver.

The spells and symbols on the other side of the silver ornament, he had already carved them, and he was waiting for the end of this side.

When the last knife fell, all the spirits were strung together, and Crane suddenly felt a strange, majestic, terrifying power surging in the room.

The surge quickly faded away, and the incantations on both sides of the silver ornament were completely combined in Crane's "Vision", exuding a serene and peaceful black.

He put down the carving knife and rubbed the silver ornaments composed of "round" and "vertical", only to feel the warmth and coolness of the touch.

"Alright!" he happily put the amulet he had made and the piece he had just finished into his pocket, intending to give it to his brother Benson and sister Melissa when he had the opportunity.

- This amulet made by the extraordinary has a certain effect, which can allow the wearer to avoid a considerable degree of calamity unconsciously, but it is not too exaggerated, and the spirituality will be lost little by little, unless a high-level ritual magic is used, praying for a complete solidification, the one-year use period is the limit, and the high-level ritual magic has terrible requirements for spirituality, and non-Klein can currently bear it.

When the time comes, re-sketch it spiritually...... Crane nodded thoughtfully and began to clean up the messy table.

He didn't make items for himself for the time being, because this level of amulets had limited effect on him, so his goal was to further master the study of charms, and use ritual magic to make a few charms that opened with special syllables to defend himself.

After finishing the finishing touches, Klein had just walked out of the civilian office, ready to hand in scrapped materials, when he saw Captain Dunn coming over in a black trench coat.

Dunn's dark gray eyes swept away, and the corners of his mouth turned up:

"Crane, the Templar has approved you, and you're a full member. ”

"Really, that's great!" Crane said in half-hearted surprise.

Dunn smiled and nodded:

"You can go back now to pay £3 for the week and £4.5 a week thereafter until the advance is paid off. ”

"By the way, did I mention the ritual of the Night Watchman?"

"Every official night watchman must complete a task independently, and only in this way can he gain the approval of his peers. In view of your previous good performance, I think it can be replaced by the ordinary task that has been entrusted to me, and at that time I will officially introduce you to all the night watchmen in Tingen. ”

Without hesitation, Klein replied:

"Okay!"

3 pounds plus 7 pounds for reimbursement, and it is no problem to add a formal suit!

And there's quite a bit leftover!

Well, I don't know when I'll be able to wait until the mission......

Klein waited until Sunday, for Selena's birthday dinner.

............

After changing into formal clothes and cleaning the half-height silk top hat with a brush and handkerchief, Crane looked in the mirror and walked into the first floor with great satisfaction.

At this time, Melissa was looking Benson's clothes up and down.

"Is there a problem?" said Benson, raising his cane, a little heartbroken by his sister's gaze.

He looked at himself and felt that there was nothing wrong with him, that he was dressed decently enough.

Melissa retracted her gaze and said with a serious expression:

"Benson, you're in a very old suit. ”

"Today's birthday dinner was attended by a lot of wonderful ladies and ladies, and I think it's disrespectful for you to dress like that. ”

Klein was full of doubts, but after hearing Melissa's emphasis, he suddenly came to his senses, smiled and leaned in and said:

"I'm about Benson's size, and he can wear my other tuxedo. ”

He had already explained to his brother and sister that he had bought a new set of formal clothes, saying that when he was inspecting some cultural relics, his clothes were damaged by hanging thorns, so the company generously compensated, of course, he concealed the "promotion and salary increase", for fear of scaring Melissa and Benson, and planned to wait half a year to tell them.

Benson and Melissa were very envious of this explanation, and felt that Blackthorn Security was really a difficult employer.

"There's no need for that, is it?" asked Benson, still unclear.

"No, it's very necessary. Crane shoved Benson's shoulders and walked up the stairs, "My tuxedo hangs on the coat rack. ”

After seeing Benson go upstairs with a blank face, Klein turned to Melissa and smiled:

"Do you want Benson to take advantage of Selena's birthday dinner to start a beautiful relationship with a young lady?"

He read a lot of newspapers and magazines during this time, and knew that the banquets of the aristocracy and the middle class often had the effect of blind dates.

Melissa nodded earnestly and said:

"Yes, Benson has missed too much for us. ”

Sister, how did you live out the feeling of mother...... Klein looked at Melissa and shook his head and smiled.