Chapter 83 Carving

Holding the herbs wrapped in tawny paper, Bogda left "Rosen's Folk Herb Shop" dizzy.

While waiting for the public carriage, he suddenly woke up:

A full 10 pounds to buy such a package?

This is close to one month's salary!

If I hadn't believed in Anna and Joyce, I wouldn't have brought so much cash to the divination club!

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

The public carriage stopped, and he looked at the herbs in his hand, but in the end he couldn't return cheekily, and could only enter the carriage with a heavy heart.

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In Rosen's Folk Herb Shop.

The boss watched Bogda's back go away, and suddenly turned back and shouted to the back door where the herbs were stacked:

"Xie Ermin, don't buy herbs from today."

"Why? Teacher, why?" A handsome young man with tousled hair walked out.

The boss smiled and said:

"This is the 16th customer who came to the door because of my reputation. If this continues, I think the Nighthawks, the Punisher and the Heart of Mechanism will notice me. It's time to consider going to another city."

"Does this store need to be transferred?" Xie Ermin nodded suddenly and asked with concern.

The boss said:

"If you want to stay, you can be the owner of this shop. Your ability is enough in distinguishing herbal medicines and formulating medicines. Of course, 50% of your monthly profit should be deposited in my store in Beckland. A bearer account with a Deutsche Bank."

"However, I haven't learned what you are really good at." Xie Ermin was not only tired of living in a city for a year, but also quite reluctant to give up the magic formula that the teacher was good at.

The boss sat on the reclining chair and swayed leisurely:

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

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

The rooster blood that just came out was dripped with the medicine, Bogda's father looked at his son worriedly and said:

"I think surgery is the best option."

The little cock 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 holy emblem on his chest,

When the boiling liquid cooled down, Bogda raised his right hand, closed his eyes, raised his head, and drank all the potion with the thought of not wasting 10 pounds.

The stench with a hint of blood reverberated in his mouth, causing him to almost spit out everything he had just drank.

That night, Bogda found that he had eaten a bad stomach, and went to the bathroom six times. When the crimson moon was about to disappear, he fell asleep in a daze.

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

"Fortunately, fortunately, I took three days of annual leave, so I don't have to rush to the company." Bogda breathed out a sigh of relief, and suddenly realized that he was in good spirits.

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

Bogda reached out his hand subconsciously and pressed the right side of his abdomen, only to feel that the area that was tingling to the point of being unbearable with a little force before became normal, only ordinary pressing pain.

"It won't really work, will it? That pharmacist is obviously fooling people..." Bogda rolled over and got out of bed in surprise, joy and doubt.

When I moved my body, I felt that the long-lost sense of health was back.

He pondered for a long time and said to himself:

"According to the instructions of the pharmacist, I have to drink the medicine twice. When I finish drinking, I will go to the hospital and find a physician to take a look..."

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

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

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In the office of the civilian staff of Blackthorn Security Company, Klein pleaded in advance and obtained an undisturbed environment.

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

It was Hermes who prayed to avoid disaster, and it was the two mystic symbols that symbolized the goddess of the night and the queen of disaster and fear.

In addition, Klein also added the spiritual number "7" corresponding to the goddess and related magic signs.

In addition, both sides of the talisman and amulet must be engraved, and which symbols, incantations, and signs are arranged on each side, what positions do they occupy, and what special formats do they have, which belong to the advanced category of mysticism. There is a lot of fallacies circulating among them.

At this moment, Klein had a lot of scrapped materials on his right hand. After repeated practice, after confirming that he had mastered it, he dared to make amulets for his brother Benson and sister Melissa.

Spiritual precipitation, spirituality spewed out from the tip of his carving knife, and the number "7" was outlined on the surface of the silver ornament.

He has finished carving the spells and symbols on the other side of the silver ornament, and is waiting for the end of this side.

When the last knife fell, all spirituality was linked together, and Klein suddenly felt a strange, majestic, and terrifying power surging in the room.

The surging quickly disappeared, and the incantations on both sides of the silver ornaments were completely combined into a whole in Klein's "spirit vision", emitting a quiet and peaceful black.

He put down the carving knife and rubbed the silver ornament composed of a "circle" and a "vertical", only to feel that it was warm and slightly cool to the touch.

"Okay!" He happily put the amulet he made before and the piece he just completed into his pocket, and planned to give it to his brother Benson and sister Melissa when they got the chance.

——This kind of amulet made by Extraordinary has a certain effect, allowing the wearer to unknowingly avoid a considerable degree of adversity, but it will not be too exaggerated, and the spirituality will be lost little by little, unless high-level ones are used. Ritual magic, pray for complete solidification, otherwise the one-year use period is the limit, and high-level ritual magic has terrible requirements on spirituality, which Klein can not bear at present.

At that time, I will use spirituality to outline it again... Klein nodded thoughtfully, and began to clean up the messy table.

He has not made items for himself for the time being, because this level of amulet has limited effect on him, so his goal is to further master the spell learning, cooperate with ritual magic, and make a few spells with special syllables for self-defense.

After finishing the finishing work, Klein had just walked out of the civilian staff office and was about to hand in the 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:

"Klein, the church has approved it, you are our official member."

"Really? This is great!" Klein expressed his surprise half-truth.

Dunn smiled and nodded:

"You can go back and get £3 this week now and £4.50 a week thereafter until the advance is paid off."

"By the way, did I mention the ceremony of the Nighthawk?"

"Every official night watchman must complete a task independently, and only in this way can he be recognized by his companions. Considering your excellent performance before, I think it can be replaced by an ordinary task that was entrusted. At that time, I will Officially introduce you to all night watchmen in Tingen."

Klein replied without hesitation:

"OK!"

3 pounds plus 7 pounds for reimbursement, there is no problem in adding a set of formal clothes!

And there's quite a lot left!

Hmm, don't know when I'll be able to wait for the mission...

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

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

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

"Is there a problem?" Benson raised his cane, feeling a little guilty by his sister's eyes.

He took a look at himself, and felt that he had no problems, and that he was well-dressed.

Melissa withdrew her gaze and said with a serious expression:

"Benson, you are in very old formal clothes."

"Today's birthday dinner will be attended by many wonderful young ladies and ladies, and I think you are disrespecting them by dressing like this."

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

"I'm about the same size as Benson, 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 the clothes were damaged by the thorns when checking some cultural relics, so the company generously compensated him, of course, he concealed the "promotion" A salary increase", I was afraid to scare Melissa and Benson, and planned to wait six months before telling them.

Such an explanation made Benson and Melissa very envious, and felt that Blackthorn Security Company was really a hard-to-find employer.

"Isn't that necessary?" Benson asked rhetorically, still unaware of the situation.

"No, it's very necessary." Klein pushed Benson's shoulders towards the stairs, "My tuxedo is hanging on the coat rack."

After watching Benson go upstairs blankly, Klein turned around and smiled at Melissa:

"Do you hope Benson can use the opportunity of Selena's birthday dinner to start a beautiful relationship with a certain lady?"

During this period of time, he read a lot of newspapers and magazines, and knew that the banquets of the nobles and the middle class often had the effect of blind dates.

Melissa nodded seriously and said:

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

Sister, how can you live out the feeling of a mother... Klein looked at Melissa and suddenly shook his head and laughed.