"Of course it's impossible, Xia De. This is just a bottle of potion, not a book. Besides, the formula of this potion was mastered by the murloc race, and the few materials known to humans have completely disappeared. This is impossible in this era." Someone can redeploy it."

said the priest.

"Then is it possible for this bottle of potion to be exchanged for credits from the academy?"

Xia De asked again, and the priest shook his head again:

"Absolutely impossible. Only college tasks and recovering relics can earn practical credits. This is a matter of principle, and no matter how precious the potion is, it cannot be changed."

Xia De shook his head in disappointment, and put the energetic cat on his shoulders. Mia happily rubbed Xia De's face, completely unaware of what was written in the book he brought home.

"Don't be disappointed, no matter who you sell this potion to, you can sell it for a four-digit gold pound. The medicine of immortality, after drinking it at any age, can make your body return to its original state from the inside out. The age of youth is equivalent to rejuvenation without side effects. It is said that the witches of the fifth era add a drop to their afternoon tea every day, tsk tsk tsk..."

The old priest couldn't help being speechless, and then explained:

"Judging from the records in the book, this bottle of yours will probably work for at least a week."

"It turned out to be time-limited. I thought that after drinking it, it would last forever..."

Now Xia De is even more disappointed, but thinking about it is right, a bottle of potion, if it can permanently return people to a youthful state, then the fifth era is not the era of witches, but the era of potions . But just this kind of effect is enough to be called precious, you must know that this has no side effects.

"Priest, are you interested in this? If so, I can sell you this bottle of potion at a low price."

Xia De asked, and the old priest shook his head for the third time:

"I am very satisfied with my body, and what is the use of experiencing youth for a week? It will only make me fall into unnecessary nostalgia. Besides, if it is sold to me at a low price, I can't afford that much money."

"Is this thing worth much? Priest, can you give it an estimate?"

"It's hard."

Priest Augustus put the potion on Shad's tea table:

"There have been ancient potions on the market, but they are all ineffective. The occasional ancient potions that can still be used for various reasons will not be sold publicly...at least they are worth four digits. Gold pounds, if I were to sell it, I'd set it at £2,300."

"Understood."

Xia De nodded slowly, he planned to show this to Miss Galina. The Witch Council is very obsessed with collecting items related to witches, and they are also quite rich. Maybe they will be interested in the potions enshrined to witches by different species in the previous era.

The priest came to Xia De today mainly to solve a troublesome matter with him. Half the time it's an evil spirit at work, and half the chance it's some kind of poorly documented relic at work.

After talking about the potion, Xia De asked the priest to drink a cup of tea, and after leaving Mia at home to watch the house, the two went out again.

This incident actually had a little to do with Xia De. On the Saturday after the divine descent on Thursday two weeks ago, the doctor was being investigated by the church, so he asked Xia De to inform the rest of the group that the study session would be suspended.

When Shad informed Priest Augustus and said his farewell, a man asked the priest if there was a particular type of Holy Prayer keepsake (Chapter 287). Shad paid no attention to the man, and neither did Augustus at the time.

But a week later, the priest, who was busy preparing for Holy Prayer, unexpectedly heard the news of the man's death.

The man's name was Myerson Frith. He was not a senior believer, and his death by accidentally falling down the stairs did not attract much attention from the church. The rest of the man's family moved out of the house after that and reported in the newspaper that they were going to sell the house.

"The cause of the incident is like this. On the surface, there is nothing wrong with it, but at that time, out of curiosity, I found the man's family to inquire about the news. After all, very few people come to the church specifically to ask for a statuette in the shape of a priest."

"Then did you give it to him?"

"Of course, this is not something valuable."

The priest and Shad took a carriage to Hangleton Garden Street where the house was located. This is an ordinary residential block in the east of Tobesk. Each household has its own small garden and double-storey buildings of the same style. The people living here are generally decent middle-class families. The deceased Mr. Myerson Freeman was a famous painter during his lifetime.

The so-called "little fame" means that the painted works can be sold at a decent price.

After getting off the carriage at the intersection, Priest Augustus and Shad chatted while walking:

"What I'm curious about is why the family moved out of the house after the death of the male owner. I thought it was because his family members didn't want to live in the sad place, but I found Mrs. Fries, who was temporarily living in the rented apartment. Later, she told me that Mr. Frith had some mental problems before his death, and sometimes claimed that there were people in the family who he could not see."

The priest shrugged, and walked towards the middle-aged woman with her pet dog, looking curiously at the stranger who appeared on this street. The residents here know each other, and there is even a household committee, so they are sensitive to strangers.

"Since Mr. Fries had this kind of problem during his lifetime, why didn't he ask the church for help?"

Shad asked.

"Detective, do you think that once in a while you have some auditory hallucinations, or have a terrible nightmare, people will immediately think it's a haunting or something?"

The priest sighed. He has worked in the church for many years and has a lot of experience:

"Less than one-tenth of the people who really encountered mysterious incidents were able to immediately realize the danger they were facing. Of this one-tenth~lightnovelpub.net~, more than half would choose to solve it by themselves, and one-third would choose to solve it by themselves. They will turn to various strange methods for help, most of them turn to the church for help from the police, and turn to strange books or street scammers... Only very few people will go to the church for help very rationally."

In fact, it is "irrational" to ask for help in the church. Although people believe in God, most people do not believe in the existence of ghosts.

This is the reality. The church cannot announce the existence of mysterious things. People in this era are very superstitious and ignorant, and only senior believers understand that the church is the most reliable "policeman" in the dark world.

"Then priest, do you know what happened to Mr. Freeman?"

"There is very little information because nothing strange happened to his wife or children except for Mr. Freeman himself. The gentleman claimed that there were other people in the family before his death and would wake up in his sleep. A period before his death In two weeks, besides painting, he suddenly became interested in wood carving, and Mrs. Freeman gave me a wood carving that he made himself, but the technique is really not flattering."

As the priest said, he took out a small wooden sculpture that was as thick as **** from his pocket. It can be seen that the sculptor tried to carve a male figure, and even painted the facial features and clothes. The coloring is excellent, but the carving technique can only be described as "poor".

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