Hilston, 117 Birningham Road, late afternoon.

Ember returns from Queens to his lodgings and enters through the door.

"Can't you open the door and come in?"

Furth, lying on the couch, rolled his eyes.

"I don't have the key."

Ember said calmly.

"Then knock on the door! Did I open the door for you soon when you knocked? ”

"I live here, why am I knocking?"

Ember asked rhetorically, then glanced at the girl lying on the sofa, and said calmly, "With your character, if I really knocked on the door, you would probably ask me why I could use my ability to come in but let you go over and open the door." ”

“……”

Furth blushed, and angrily took out a key and gave it to Ember, "Remember to open the door next time, otherwise I will sue you for trespassing!" ”

Ember took the key, and his strength was not small, but he didn't bother with her, but asked, "Where do I live?" ”

"I live on the second floor with Xiu, and you live on the first floor."

"Understood."

Ember nodded calmly, glanced around, and then asked, "What about Miss Hugh?" ”

"I don't know."

"She's not going to tell me everything, but I guess she's going to do justice somewhere in the East End right now." ”

Speaking of this, Furth couldn't help but mutter, "I've told her many times not to put myself in order to help others, and if I get in prison again, I can't help her." ”

"That's right."

After muttering for a while, Forthth added, "I have already submitted your manuscript to the publishing house, and Sir William of the publishing house is very satisfied, and has announced that it will be published within a week." ”

"Still."

Forth paused and couldn't help but ask, "Is it really useful for you to do this?" ”

"I said, it's an attempt."

Ember was quite calm about this, and said calmly, "It's best if you succeed, and there's nothing to lose if you fail." ”

"It's not just that there is no loss."

Furth gave him a blank look, and his heart suddenly felt a little depressed.

She was already a well-known author at this time when she wrote "Stormwind Villa", and she was already a handful of writers standing at the top.

As with the 'penny' daily newspaper, the price of Beckland's literature was usually in the range of one sool per volume.

As of this month, Stormstorm has sold more than 150,000 copies.

This means that its sales have exceeded seven thousand five hundred pounds.

But Foirth earned only 10 percent of the money from it, and after deducting taxes, he was left with less than 700 pounds.

But even so, this amount of money is actually not small, it is already equivalent to the income of ordinary people for thirty years.

It's just that compared to the cost of the occult, it's still pitiful.

After all, a single Sequence 8 potion alone would cost at least four hundred pounds, and it was still priceless.

"Wait?!"

As if something suddenly came to mind, Firth subconsciously set his eyes on the embers.

"Something?"

Ember sensed her gaze and looked back at her in some strange light.

"You're an apprentice."

"So you're playing the apprentice now, so you can digest the potion as soon as possible." And you're still the official Extraordinary, that is, you have the potion recipe for Apprentice Pathway Sequence 8 'Master of Tricks'? ”

After speaking, a bright light suddenly flashed in Furth's eyes, and he looked at Ember with antiquation.

"Nope."

Ember shook his head.

“……”

The light in Furth's eyes disappeared without a trace in an instant, his small mouth opened slightly, and his expression stiffened.

On the whole, it looks a little hollow.

"Still."

Ember suddenly changed his words, "The Night Church does, and I can indeed get the potion recipe from the master of tricks. ”

"Can you give me a copy of the potion recipe when you get it?"

A glimmer of hope resurfaced in Furth's eyes, and he looked at the embers expectantly.

"Yes."

Ember nodded, but quickly added, "Four hundred pounds." ”

“……”

Furth's expression froze again.

"Ash."

Firth sat up and said seriously, "You're also an apprentice, and you also need the magic master's potion recipe to complete the promotion, right?" In that case, it would be up to us to share the cost of the potion formula. ”

Ember looked thoughtful, bowing slightly in Firth's slightly expectant gaze.

"Right?"

With a smile on his lips, Furth hit the railroad while it was hot, "So it should be two hundred pounds each." ”

"You have a point."

Ember first agreed with Firth's words, but then suddenly changed his words, "But I refuse, because I can buy this potion formula by myself and sell it, so why should I partner with you?" Do you think I'm a good deception? ”

"Four hundred pounds, not a single cent!"

The smile on Furth's face froze, and he soon puffed out his face and glared at Ember with a slightly dissatisfied face.

And at this moment, there was a sound of the door opening at the entrance, and a small girl wearing a trainee knight's uniform pushed the door in.

"Click!"

"I'm tired, what are you doing?"

Hugh habitually stretched after closing the door, and then saw the two people staring at each other in the living room, and asked a little strangely.

"Nothing."

Ember retracted his gaze and said indifferently, "It's just that Firth wants to ask me to buy her a potion recipe for the master trickster." ”

"Potion recipe?"

Hugh's eyes moved slightly, and he hesitated for a moment and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Can you get the Sequence 8 potion recipe of the Arbiter Path?" ”

"Yes."

Ember bowed slightly, "Sequence 8 of the Arbiter Pathway is the Sheriff, I can buy it from the Night Church on your behalf, 400 pounds." ”

"Okay."

Hugh was suddenly pleasantly surprised, and nodded busily.

Forthth glared at Hugh with some hatred, how can you compromise so quickly!

If you give money so easily, won't she have no excuse to bargain?

Hugh didn't know about his friend's belly, so he walked briskly to the edge of the sofa and sat down, and asked quite easily, "Ash, isn't the night watchman's job very hard?" ”

"Hard?"

Ember thought back on today's experience, touched his chin and said, "It's not hard,"

"For example?"

Hugh asked curiously, "What do you need to do every day?" Well, take today as an example, what did you do today? ”

"Today."

Ember thought about it for a moment and said slowly, "I went to the headquarters at eight o'clock in the morning to report, and then I received the news that someone on duty at night had been murdered, and I went to the scene to assist in the investigation......"

Ember briefly told several people about the scene, and then added, "By the way, the murderer is an extraordinary person at least Sequence 7, and it is likely that he is a cultist of the Blood Cult or the Rose Sect. According to other people's speculation, there is a good chance that he will commit another crime, so try to avoid going out at night in the future. ”

"Where is the crime?"

Furth felt a chill and tightened himself in fear, but Hugh asked very calmly.

"Hilston."

Furth's body stiffened suddenly, like falling into an ice cave.