In fact, if you think about it carefully, the entrance to the ruins is very close to the hiding place of the statue, which is also easy to think of.
"Even if they don't dare to hide something like the Old God Statue, which is more dangerous than a relic, in their base, they are worried that if something goes wrong, everyone will be finished. It is impossible for them to hide it far away from the base."
This is Shad's opinion.
The "Knock Printing House" with a yard and three-story building is where the entrance to the underground ruins is located. Mercury Blood spent money to buy the printing house that was on the verge of bankruptcy last winter and secretly carried out excavation work here. The agent who bought the printing house was Mr. Ponton, whose family was killed tonight.
The man with silver pupils wanted to kill him, not only because this ordinary man's hand was too long, but also probably because he wanted everyone who knew the secret to disappear.
The above is the information the doctor got from the dream. But the doctor is not interested in the gift box of the Sage-level (level 2) relic god. Relics with such a high danger level are not his target.
On this rainy night, he stood beside the corpse and explained his attitude. Then he looked at Miss Louisa, who also shook her head:
"I don't want to risk going to some ancient ruins, but the information itself is valuable. Once the doctor gets the forged Philosopher's Stone, you can consider handing the information over to the academy."
Xia De understood what she meant. This was to prevent disturbing the Silver Eyed One.
The doctor and Miss Louisa looked at Shade, who nodded and said:
"Don't worry, I'm just a first-ring sorcerer. How can I have the courage to go to any ruins alone? I also agree to sell this information at a high price after the matter is over. I'm currently short of gold pounds to repair the third floor of my house."
"No, I can't say for sure about your affairs. After all, Lake View Manor and the fish scales you mentioned...
The doctor sighed softly:
"But you are usually a cautious person. Remember, don't let greed get the better of you. It's not worth it."
After dealing with the traces left in the house, the three of them parted at the intersection of Mr. Ponton's neighborhood. The rain washed away their footprints, and the Orthodox Church couldn't find them at all after discovering what happened here.
The doctor hurried away in a carriage. He seemed to have really discovered important clues about the forged Philosopher's Stone.
Shade and Miss Louisa were going the same way, so they took the same carriage back. But halfway, the blonde asked the carriage to change its route temporarily because she planned to go to Old John's pawnshop to get some things.
Xia De didn't want to take the strange eyeball home, so he went along with it and wanted to sell the evil eye.
"But it's already eleven o'clock. Is Papa John's still open?"
He asked in confusion.
"The pawn shop closes at 12 o'clock at night and opens at 7 o'clock in the morning. After all, when people conduct some shady transactions, they like to go there at night."
Miss Louisa was talking, tilting her head to look at the street scene of Tobesk on a rainy night. Shade thought about it, whether he went to the pawn shop or the Black Raven Library, he went there during the day.
"I'm still not cautious enough."
The stranger blamed himself in this way, causing the female voice in his head to chuckle.
Visiting such a ring wizard trading place at night is likely to encounter other ring wizards, but perhaps because the weather is bad tonight, even the ring wizards are reluctant to travel at night, so when the two walked into the pawn shop with gas lights on, only the owner was inside.
Entering the warm and dry room from the damp outdoors, isolating the sound of rain outside, which is the best enjoyment on a rainy day. Out of courtesy, they all rubbed their shoes on the doormat before greeting the owner, Old John.
The old man, who looked quite old, put the pen in his hand between the account books and clamped them:
"Oh, Louisa, and the detective, I thought there would be no guests tonight, and I started keeping accounts."
He stuffed the account book back into the counter, and Shade greeted him while asking:
"Any news about the relic I want?"
Although Miss Carina promised to deliver the relics within a week, Shade would not just make one preparation.
"I have news. My friend in another city has something similar. It's a living leech. I'll let you know the details when the goods arrive."
Old John said as he handed Shad a black and white photo. The photo showed a wooden jar with a black leech in it taken from a bird's-eye view. The leech was similar in size to an ordinary leech, but it had densely packed compound eyes like flies on its body, which looked very disgusting.
If even eyeballs can be relics, then it wouldn't be too surprising for Xia De to know that leeches are also relics.
"You guys really do like weird things. A few days ago, Annat's request was even weirder."
The old man muttered and put the photo away.
"What does Luvia want to buy?"
Miss Louisa asked curiously. The owner was supposed to keep the secret for the guests, but Old John knew that these people had a good relationship, so he revealed a little information:
"It's also a relic, brought back from the ruins of the New World. It's roughly a cubic box with a rattle inside. It's said to have caused disasters in ancient times. This is not my collection. There was a rumor on the black market that it was for sale. Annat asked me to help contact the seller. When did she start to like collecting this kind of thing? Or does the Prophet Association want to buy it... Oh, it doesn't matter. It's so late. So what do you want?"
The old man asked, yawning, turned around, took a teacup from the small round table on the counter, and made tea for himself.
Because of the last talk about "Enlightenment and Civilization", Xia De was full of curiosity about this pawn shop. After not coming here for a week, it didn't look like much had changed, but the miniaturized steam engine in the corner was gone. I don't know if it was donated to a museum or bought by a collector.
"Dad John, is the alchemical item I customized last time, a brush that can be used to erase pen ink, ready? I was supposed to pick it up the day after tomorrow, but since I'm on my way, I came over to ask."
Miss Louisa asked and answered questions, while Xia De looked at the old man behind the counter in surprise. He didn't expect that he had such a skill.
Alchemy and potions both require talent, and of course, more gold pounds and time. Even in the ring wizard system that has developed to this day, there are not many people who are proficient in these crafts.
"It's done, but I can only guarantee that it will be useful within half a year. After half a year, the effect will be discounted."
After that, he searched the counter for a while, and then handed a small brush with a black metal handle to Miss Louisa. Shade could see that the handle of the brush was engraved with very delicate runes and symbolic symbols. The bristles of the brush kept wriggling as if they were alive, making Shade suspect that the bristles were actually worms.
"I didn't bring enough money when I went out tonight. I'll pay the balance next time I come."
Miss Louisa said as she observed the item in her hand under the light of the gas lamp. Old John didn't care:
"Just pay the balance before the weekend. Also, are you going to write your new book? I've been waiting for a long time."
Then the old man winked at Xia De again:
"I can be considered her reader."
"At least after the exam season."
Miss Louisa shook her head and lamented that her recent busy studies gave her a headache. Old John felt sorry for her and sold a poet-level (level 5) relic that could cure headaches to Shade and Miss Louisa. But they were not interested because the side effect of the relic was that they had to sleep 22 hours a day.
After dealing with Miss Louisa's business, Xia De took out the bottle from his pocket and put it on the table with a thump.
"Oh? Magic Eye? This is a rare item. Where did you get it? Why is it covered in blood? Oh, which unlucky guy had his eyes dug out by you?"
The old man suddenly became interested and asked with a smile, then bent down to examine it carefully, but did not touch the bottle:
"But I don't accept this kind of thing."
He shook his head.
"Why?"
This is what Miss Louisa asked.
"I never collect magic eyes. This item is too dangerous, and the buyers are relatively limited."
"Why haven't I heard you mention this before? Do you have such a rule here?"
The female writer asked again.
"Because you have never come to sell the Magic Eye."
Old John looked as if it was a matter of course:
"Just like, I don't accept obvious stolen goods, nor do I accept dangerous relics with infectious curses. There are many similar rules. Of course, I will only tell you when I encounter a situation."
"Father John, can you help me contact the buyer? Even though you don't want to buy them, there will always be ring sorcerers in this city who need magic eyes."
Shade asked, while Miss Louisa was still puzzled by Old John's rules.
"Write down the specific name of the relic, its function, and its negative characteristics."
The old man gave Shade a pen and paper and added:
"My agency fee is not low."
"Look at that cane..."
"Alright, alright, don't mention this matter again. I'll charge you 10% of the agency fee this time. Louisa, you know how generous this is."
The old man folded his hands together and placed them on the table. Xia De snorted and did not respond. Miss Louisa smiled:
"Dad John, you never suffer any loss."
It was almost half past eleven at night when he returned home. After closing the door, the sound of rain and moisture were blocked outside, making Xia De feel particularly at ease.
The orange cat excitedly ran down from upstairs to welcome Shade home, circling around Shade's boots, and only became more obedient after being picked up. This feeling of being welcomed home made the stranger very happy.
This day's journey was quite extensive and he gained a lot. For safety reasons, he stored the Earl's Left Eye and the Witch's carbon paper, both of which were Keeper-level relics, behind a hidden wall in the basement before going to bed, waiting to be used when the time was right.
This place is really a perfect "safe".
When he left the basement, he couldn't help but sigh. Although he longed for a peaceful life as a ring sorcerer, he still had to participate in various events to quickly gain power and wealth.
Miss Anat said that as long as the chosen one survives, he will definitely become a thirteen-ring sorcerer. Perhaps this is not because of the favor of fate, but because troubles entangle them at any time and anywhere.
When Shade took the cat off his pillow and prepared to go to sleep, he suddenly thought of Miss Bei Yasi. She always encountered various accidents, and she probably had more wealth and relics than Shade thought.