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The mortuary cabinet slid out automatically, making a harsh noise in the spacious room. Mr. Corpse then sat up straight from the cabinet, and looked at the standing people one by one:
"Welcome everyone, it's nice to see you again. There's been a lot going on in our city lately, hasn't it?"
The sentence that should have been spoken in a humorous tone did not have any tone, and Jenkins noticed that the man in black on his left shivered.
Mr. Corpse was wearing the same striped hospital gown, even the brown stain on the collar, which was the same as when Jenkins first came here a few months ago. Sometimes Jenkins suspects that this person has been lying here during non-party periods, but how is that possible? You can't let followers do everything.
"Then let's get started."
he announced.
After a few minutes of silence in the morgue, a burly man, at least judging from his voice, stood up first.
"Gentlemen, I know that some people in the city are selling potions [Witch's Kiss] recently. If any of you can contact the pharmacist, I can pay 10 pounds for the intermediary fee. I need to refine some troublesome things .”
Seeing that no one answered, he shrugged his shoulders, and the breath he exhaled quickly condensed into a white mist in the air:
"This reward is valid for a long time. If you want to contact me, the dead tree at the east end of Qihanke Village in the south of the city, just leave the information in the tree hole."
After speaking, he retreated to the wall again, Jenkins was slightly surprised.
The surprise wasn't that anyone was looking for him, which I'd imagined since knowing how rare apothecaries were. What really surprised him was that he finally noticed that when Mr. Corpse spoke, there was no mist in front of his mouth at all.
This is simply impossible. Judging from the current temperature and humidity in the morgue, anyone who speaks should breathe white mist like the strong man just now.
"Can he control his own body temperature? Or does he have the blue alien ability of the undead? It can't really be a corpse, right?"
He guessed wildly, feeling Chocolate's little claws scratching his chest.
Compared with the instability of Mr. Hood's party, Mr. Corpse's party is almost fixed on a monthly basis. Perspectives in Tropical Medicine was the only way to get a date for the party, and Mr. Corpse never seemed to worry that his tracks would be exposed by it.
The people attending the party were as rich as Jenkins remembered. He finally found a chance to sell the three ashes in his hands. A man with an unusually thin voice bought them for 51 pounds without even asking for an offer. up.
The material is a rare but not very useful species, so the price is just right.
Many people are inquiring about news about believers of New God, and the price given is very attractive, but it is a pity that New God has no so-called believers.
The recent turmoil in Nolan City has also led to price changes in the material market. Simply put, it seems that everything has increased in price overnight. Jenkins clearly remembers that at the last gathering, someone bought a whole piece of dragon dung (about 4 ounces) for 7 pounds, but this time the price has soared to 12 pounds.
However, the change in material prices did not weaken people's desire to buy. On the contrary, the benefactors with keen inspiration believed that this was a harbinger before a huge storm hit, so most people were replacing the colorful pieces of paper in their hands with practical ones. items.
In addition to simple item transactions, many people also conduct information transactions. Apart from the most popular New God believers, people are generally concerned about the various rumors related to this city recently.
It seems that the news that the end of the era is coming has become widely known, and the special status of Nolan City has also been widely spread. From various questions and commissions, Jenkins learned that a creature suspected of a pure-blooded dragon appeared in the back mountain of Little Hangeton Village in the east of the city, and since this month, there have been more articles about "The World in the Mirror" urban legend.
All kinds of strange organizations have appeared around the city, and the Church of the Orthodox God and the False God are also active frequently. Jenkins really felt the turmoil, but he didn't know how many people could seize the opportunity that only came once in thousands of years.
The professor buys the slate in the ancient ruins in the party, no matter what content is recorded. It's not that he has money and no place to throw it away, but he wants to use stone slabs as materials to trace the original appearance of the relics through rituals.
There are many rituals related to time and history in his hands, all of which were given to him by the strange existence in the dream. The Church never asked the professor to hand over this, nor did he ever disclose this knowledge to a second person.
The professor always said this to Jenkins: "The gift given to people by fate has already marked the price. I am quietly waiting for the day when I will pay it back. It won't be too long..."
Also because of this kind of thinking, Professor Burns always thinks that Jenkins' luck is the real luck, because his bad luck and luck are equal, which is really amazing.
In this gathering, the most valuable deal happened between a strange woman and Mr. Corpse.
The woman begged Mr. Corpse to help her find a lost relative, and told Mr. Corpse without hesitation that the loss of that relative was related to the mystery A-06-03-3117, the black haunted house.
"So, what price can you pay?"
A cold voice came from the opened mortuary cabinet.
"I have a large manor in Turin, the capital of the Kingdom of Cheslan. The house and land are mine, and I can trade them."
The woman raised her head and replied with some fear.
"Yes, I will give you an answer within one month. But even if the commission fails, you must pay 1,000 pounds."
"Okay, thank you, sir!"
The strength of Mr. Corpse once again refreshed Jenkins' cognition, because he knew that even Miss Bevanna would never take the initiative to provoke strange things.
Moreover, the conversation between the two just now did not shy away from other people, and everyone heard the address of that manor.
"The woman can hide herself after she sells the manor, but isn't Mr. Corpse worried that someone will infer his identity from the manor's new owner?"
Though with that thought, Jenkins wasn't arrogant enough to investigate it himself. Moreover, he didn't have any friends in Cheslan Kingdom, so even if he wanted to investigate, he couldn't start.
At the end of the party, as usual, someone seeks guidance from Mr. Corpse. He is playing a role similar to that of a prophet. After all, he never seems to miss his words.