Mystery: Start with the Reader

v2 Chapter 554: Darkwell and the whip of pleasure

In the folk herbal medicine shop in the alley opposite the Red Theater, as soon as Abner and Elaine entered, they saw an indigenous girl sitting in the courtyard holding a thick-skinned book opened, standing on her shoulders With a chubby owl.

That girl was Budi who had been treated by Abner in arriving at Kwell before. It was the girl who was buried by Klein and whose epitaph was "She is a Person" in the original work.

At this moment, Budi's figure is still thin and weak, but the original abscesses on his face and body have disappeared, leaving only a faint scar that has not been removed.

Abner glanced a little with his spiritual vision, and found that the girl's body was generally restored to health, except for malnutrition, there was nothing wrong with it.

"Darkwell looks unreliable, but he is qualified as a'pharmacist'." Abner sighed in secret, then retracted his gaze and walked directly to the store.

Elaine, who was behind her, looked at the owl a few more times, because she had already seen that the girl was holding a whole book of "Apocalypse of the Night". She didn't think she knew that the native who had not received general education at first glance. The girl can read this book...

So, either she was pretending, or she was just a book shelf and an automatic page turning tool, and it was the owl who really read.

Just as Elaine was guessing in her heart, Abner had already tapped the counter heavily with his fingers, causing Darkwell, who was still asleep, to wake up suddenly.

Since it was still early at two o'clock in the afternoon, Darkwell’s shop had almost no business.

The men who came to buy the medicine made from "mummy powder" almost always came at dusk, or even later.

"Big detective, it's you... it scared me." Darkwell first sat up straight, and stretched his waist after seeing who the person was.

"You seem to be tired." Abner took a look at his aura and found that there is no problem with his health, except that the color is slightly dim, but this is a normal manifestation of exhaustion.

The Fat Pharmacist showed a wretched smile and said, "I met a good guy at the Red Theater yesterday...So, you know."

As he said, he shook his waist, which almost saw its position.

lie! Although Abner is not an "audience", he who can imitate "mind reading" can't see that Darkwell is deliberately using trivial actions to divert his gaze, but he didn't delve into it. The created whip was placed on the counter and said, "This is the magic item you want."

Seeing the brown-black leather whip that was about one and a half meters long, "Fat Pharmacist" Darkwell's eyes lit up, he held it in his hand for a play, and then asked, "What power does it have?"

At the same time, the owl reading in the yard also froze.

"I call it the'Whip of Happiness'.

"You have tried it just now. It is very light and has almost no weight, but it can be used to attach a random'curse' to people, which can effectively weaken the stamina and mobility of the whip.

"In addition, it is very tough and has a good armor-breaking ability. Normal iron armor can be broken with one blow. You must know that the flintlock musket is just this powerful."

"Then why don't I just use a gun?" Although he said so, Darkwell was actually quite satisfied with this weapon. It's worth one or two hundred pounds, and it's very profitable to be able to trade for such a weapon.

"But why is it called the'Whip of Happiness'? Where is happiness? Does smoking bring refreshment?" As he said, Darkwell looked over the open door and looked at the owl in the courtyard. .

The latter immediately turned around, as if reading the book in Budi's hands carefully.

It's just that the trembling claws still exposed its guilty conscience.

"Mr. Harry...Mr. Darkwell is a good man and won't hit you..." Budi whispered comfortingly, feeling the trembling of the owl.

Owl glanced at her and said to her heart: Little girl, you don't understand, it's not a day or two that the guy wants to beat me... No, I have to learn some self-protection methods.

On the other hand, after hearing Dakwell’s question, Abner hesitated and explained: “Because after it draws an enemy, there is a 10% probability that it will give the opponent the ultimate'happy' feeling... this... …This should also be a kind of curse."

As for the probability, it was directly "parsed" by "Pure White Eye", and Abner really didn't try it personally.

"Extreme... joy?" Darkwell was stunned for a moment, his expression gradually becoming ambiguous, and winking, "Is it the kind of joy I understand?"

"Almost... This weapon is made from the skin of the'Blame Demon' I bought from Extraordinary Gatherings, so'happiness' should be the kind you understand...but it will definitely not feel good. , Don't get addicted to yourself..." Abner gave him a deliberately worried look.

Hearing that, the fat on Darkwell's face trembled, as if he was poked into his mind, and he changed the subject abruptly: "Since it is made of ordinary materials from extraordinary creatures...how long is it valid?"

"One year..." Abner put up a finger and shook it, then continued, "In addition, it has no obvious negative effects, only one weakness... fear of fire!

"Once it is burned by the fire, it will not show any extraordinary abilities for at least a week."

Darkwell nodded, put the whip away, then motioned to Abner to follow him, and pushed open the door to the back room.

Abner asked Elaine to stay outside, take care of Budi and the owl, and then followed in Darkwell's footsteps, and came to a roof that was treated by special means, allowing him to adjust the daylight and temperature at will. room.

"Fat Pharmacist" came to a shelf in three or two steps, pointed to one of the newly sprouting petri dishes and said: "This is the'dragon blood five-color flower' you want, but it will take at least two weeks to bloom."

Abner knew this a long time ago. After all, Darkwell told him the last time a deal was agreed, so he thought about it and figured out the other party's intention to bring himself here, and said:" Just tell me if you have something, I won't reveal it...we are friends, too."

"Yes, it's a friend." Seeing that his careful thoughts were pierced, Darkwell explained affirmatively: "I mainly don't want Buddy to get too involved in my personal affairs..."

Then, he said solemnly: "Actually, I want to hear your analysis of the great detective."

"What's the matter?" Abner faintly guessed, but still asked calmly.

"If... I mean if someone makes an appointment with you, but it's too late... but you are sure that the other person will come... Then, where to go and how to find him?" Darkwell pondered Asked.

You just ask where your teacher got it... You were so tired before~lightnovelpub.net~ I guess you went out in the middle of the night to find a way, right? Abner sneered, ostensibly ignoring all the suspicious points in the other party's words, and analyzed for him:

"In this case, either use occult methods for divination; or use the official to help you find it."

"Divination is useless..." Darkwell shook his head first, and then after thinking for a moment, then asked, "Then how can I use the official to find it for me?"

"It's very simple, just pretend to be him and commit the crime." Abner gave the advice honestly.

Darkwell looked at Abner dumbfounded, and said to himself: How can I be a pharmacist?

"Is there any other way?" Darkwell asked dejectedly.

"Of course, you can also spend money to hire an adventurer to help you find..." For example, some crazy adventurer in the future.

In fact, Abner knew where Darkwell’s teacher was, but this matter involved "uniqueness," he didn't want to take over, and he didn't have the ability to threaten uniqueness by Mr. Fool, so he rushed in. It is possible to overturn the car with Darkwell.

"It can only be so..." Darkwell sighed, and then returned to the front counter room with Abner.

As soon as they came back, they saw a boy with blue hair hesitatingly walked in from outside.

He is Tran on Miss Gwen’s ship...

But Tran didn't see Abner. The first thing he looked at was Elaine who was standing at the door.

Facing this unsmiling beautiful lady, he just wanted to ask questions when he heard a joking voice in his ear:

"Young people, there are some things to be temperate! Why do you make your body so vain at this age?"

Hearing this, Tran's face flushed suddenly.