Chapter 190 Horror Stories (Please Subscribe~)

Looking at the materials in the box and the two sequence formulas in his hands, Xifa's first reaction was to sacrifice to Mister Fool.

But after thinking about it, this is only a Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 thing, I am afraid that the 'fool' would not like it.

Well, it's better to wait for the high-sequence items of the Seer Path to be sacrificed later.

As for how to deal with these things, Xifa immediately had an idea: "It's cheap for you, Calvin."

A hunter needs a partner, and Calvin is a fortune-teller. Xifa hopes to develop him into his partner, and now these things are considered investments.

He put away the ingredients and formula, and then disposed of Belius' body. After confirming that there were no traces left, Sifa left with confidence.

At night.

He came to the Hunter's Club, walked into the hall, and walked straight towards the fortune-teller. Tonight, Calvin didn't take out the cards for others. He was sitting on a chair and reading a book. Lan Qi lay on his lap, letting the fortune-teller stroke its head, making comfortable noises from time to time.

"Guess what I brought you?" Sifer sat down.

Calvin put down the book, with a blank expression on his face: "What did you bring me, Mr. Duke?"

"Aren't you a fortuneteller?" Xifa asked intentionally.

Calvin shrugged his shoulders and took out a coin: "The next thing I hear, will it be good news?"

He tossed the coin and covered it with his hand so only he could see the result.

The fortuneteller glanced at it, then laughed: "You have brought good news."

"you are right."

Xifa took out another potion formula that he copied, only the Sequence 8 Clown: "Look at this, maybe you will be interested."

Calvin took it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said happily, "Oh my god, Mr. Duke, how did you get it."

"Don't be too happy, I don't intend to send you. Now that you have seen it, it is too late to return it. Therefore."

Xifa knocked on the table: "300 pounds, thank you."

Calvin got up immediately: "Please wait a moment."

He returned to the room, and after a while, he came back with a money bag, and Sifa heard the sound of gold coins colliding inside.

It reminded him of Grizzly, the big guy who preferred gold coins to paper bills.

"There are three hundred pounds here, you order it." Cavin put down his wallet and said sincerely, "Mr. Duke, I know that the value of this formula and the formula itself must add up to more than 300 pounds."

"A thank you is not enough to explain anything, so in the future, if there is anything that needs help, please let me know."

"I will."

Xifa nodded slightly, and then reminded him: "I said last time that there was a party of Extraordinary in Tingen. But something happened at that party."

"They may stop holding it. If it is held, don't go to it. It's dangerous. I suspect that one of the party participants is hunting other members."

Calvin nodded again and again: "Thanks for the reminder."

Xifa stood up and picked up a small suitcase: "If you need materials, go to Mr. Parker, and he will provide you with some channels."

After finishing speaking, Xifa didn't stay any longer, and strode to the bar.

Eros wasn't here tonight, and old Parker didn't wipe his glass, and was flipping through a notepad.

"Mr. Parker, give me anything to drink."

Xifa put the small suitcase on the table: "Also, I don't know, do you have a channel to help me sell some things."

Mr. Parker put down the notepad, glanced at Xifa indifferently, then took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, poured Xifa a glass first, and then opened the suitcase to take a look.

I saw that the suitcase was full of jewelry.

"I have a channel, but I have to charge a 5% dividend." Mr. Parker closed the suitcase.

Xifa took a sip from the wine glass: "No problem."

"Wait a minute."

Mr. Parker picked up the small suitcase, left the bar, and walked into a room.

After Xifa finished his drink, he came back: "A preliminary estimate, your things can sell for about 5,500 pounds. Do you want to pay now, or wait until everything is sold?"

Xifa said in surprise, "Is there any difference?"

"Of course there is."

"If you check out now, I can pay you in advance, but you need to pay another 3% risk fee. If you wait until everything is sold before closing, you don't have to pay this fee."

Xifa thought for a while, and felt that he might not stay in Tingen for too long, so he said, "Then I will choose to settle now."

Mr. Parker nodded: "In this case, I will pay you 5060 pounds. The money will be transferred to your unregistered account within one to two days."

Sifa nodded, and he did some calculations. The jewelry was sold for more than 5,000 pounds, and even if he paid back the remaining 3,000 pounds of Baisen, he still had more than 2,000 pounds.

However, he wasn't going to return Bison's money so soon.

If he paid back the money so quickly, Baisen might be alerted and might notice what investment he had made outside.

So, let that money be owed first.

Xifa leaned forward slightly again: "Mr. Parker, have you received any commissions recently? I mean, the more interesting ones."

Mr. Parker went back behind the bar: "There is one, but I don't think you can handle it. In fact, I think no one in our club can handle this entrustment."

Xifa suddenly became interested: "What is it, even if I can't handle it, I can always listen to it."

The corners of the old man's mouth raised imperceptibly, but quickly retracted: "A banker's daughter has some problems recently."

Xifa was stunned for a moment: "That banker, shouldn't his name be McGovern?"

McGovern had already lost a son, so it would be too pitiful if something happened to his daughter.

By the way, does McGowan have a daughter?

Mr. Parker glanced at him: "No, that banker's name is Maltz, and his family came from Backlund in late August, planning to spend the winter in Tingen."

"His daughter has been talking about ghosts haunting her lately, and claims that the terrible thing is approaching. She sees it in the window, sees it in the mirror, and even sees it in her father's eyes. They used to live in a suburban manor, but for this matter, they temporarily moved to live in the urban area."

"The family has already taken their daughter to see a doctor, but the doctor thinks that she has no mental problems, except for poor sleep quality, easy nervousness, and too much pressure."

Xifa frowned slightly: "It sounds like a horror story."

"maybe."

Mr. Parker finally picked up a wine glass and wiped it: "In short, things like this are beyond what hunters can handle."

If it's something like the Shadow Wraith, I couldn't do anything about it before, but it's different now.

Although Xifa thought so, he did not directly express his willingness to accept the entrustment. He ordered a second glass of red wine and asked casually, "What is the entrusted amount?"

"Two thousand pounds."

Upon hearing this number, Xifa immediately stood up: "Mr. Parker, please give me this entrustment!"