Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 109 Pet Shop

Derrick's writings were quickly passed to Philip. Having never experienced systematic learning, he saw the extraordinary knowledge on the paper that was almost like a school textbook. He immediately felt that the North and South Continents were simply weaker than Silver City in this regard.

But, there's too much content.
Philip looked at the terrifying catalog entries and was even a little afraid to think about how long it would take to finish learning the main text of the book. Even for an extraordinary person, it would take at least half a year.

Seeing Phillip's silence, Derrick said nervously, "I'll slowly transcribe the details and give you a portion at each gathering."

It's a big project. The Sun is quite responsible. Ordinary people wouldn't waste their time like this. Derrick's character made Philip give up the idea of profiting from the price difference. He said:

"I need 100 milliliters of Frost Death's blood, the eyes of a blue salamander, and the intact brain of a zombie. Sorry, I'll think of a way to deal with it."

Philip's hesitant words made Klein narrow his eyes slightly. He looked at the man in front of him with a subtle gaze. He folded his hands, gently stroking the back of his left hand with his right fingers, and smiled with the corners of his mouth curved.

"This is a good opportunity. Are you willing to cooperate with me to give it a try?"

The three people in the trial field had different moods and thoughts, but none of them showed any intention to object. They agreed respectfully and sincerely, waiting for the Fool's next words.

Klein paused as he tapped the edge of the bronze table. He smiled and said, "This attempt will make your transaction simple, secure, and sufficiently confidential."

Then, he tilted his head slightly, looked at Derrick, and said slowly, "Do you remember the sacrificial ceremony you described?"

The entire template for the sacrificial ritual that Klein was about to describe was based on the version provided by Derrick. Even if it was modified to the extreme threshold, it would be easy for people to see the relationship between the two, so it would be better to acknowledge it openly.

"Remember, remember." Derrick's tone hesitated for a moment, then quickly returned to normal.

It seemed as if he was accustomed to a ritual, but was suddenly asked by the mysterious and great being Mr. Fool whether he remembered it, which made him subconsciously have the illusion that he really remembered it.

At this moment, Philip, who understood the situation on the field, felt a pang in his heart, and then he could only pray weakly.

He remained vigilant against the Fool from beginning to end, fearing that the other party would take the opportunity to launch his true plan, especially at this moment when he had no room for maneuver.

Klein didn't know what Philip was thinking. He nodded and said, following the predetermined plan:
"My idea is that you sacrifice the extraordinary materials to me through a ritual, and I will grant you 'moderation'. This form of transaction will benefit both of you."

Derrick opened his mouth slightly, blinked his dull eyes, and after a few seconds of trusting his ears, he said, "What do I need to do?"

The corners of Klein's mouth curled up slightly.

"It's very simple."

After Mr. Fool informed Derrick of the ritual, Philip and Alger, judging from the general content of the ritual that there was nothing potentially dangerous, finally felt relieved. After their respective discussions, the Tarot Club concluded.

Philip returned to reality, put on the "silver" ring, and turned back into Jane Charlotte. Then he walked out the door, ready to deal with something he had to do today.

Buy a pet. As for placing the roommate information in the newspaper, it had already been completed this morning. I'm sure that after the newspapers are sent out tomorrow morning, no one except Klein Moretti, who had already prepared, will be the first to come and visit.

I hope Klein can come over soon. He should be able to handle the housework more or less. It's been such a hassle for me to clean up. After changing into a light blue dress, Philip finally checked her outfit in front of the bathroom mirror before pushing the door and leaving.

As the capital of Mando, Backlund had quite a few pet shops. Even though pets used to be the companions of noble ladies and young masters and young ladies, with the development of the times, most of the middle class could also join the ranks of pet owners.

Similar to countries like London in the 19th century to the early 20th century in previous lives, this world places great emphasis on pedigree when raising pets, which has led to rapid development of related businesses and rising prices.

Unfortunately, dogs were not among the options. Philip, who was already sitting in the rented carriage, sighed silently in his heart, but when he thought that most of the dogs sold in this world were hunting dogs, not the Yayes or Erha that he was familiar with, he quickly felt relieved.

Hounds were usually purchased only by male nobles, who greatly enjoyed riding horses and chasing prey. As long as their financial situation allowed, these people would never hesitate to buy hounds.

The minimum price of a well-trained hunting dog is 450 pounds. It's really ridiculous. Philip recalled the memories in his mind and couldn't help but understand again what true wealth is.

Aren’t cats that expensive?

If the price is unacceptable to me, I will just wander around today and see if I can find a cat I like to adopt. It cannot be ugly and cannot have any obvious features, otherwise people will lock onto me as soon as they see it. As Philip was thinking this, the carriage had already stopped in front of the pet shop.

Jingle bell, jingle bell——

As the door was pushed open, the wind chimes behind the door rang with pleasant sounds, which immediately attracted the attention of the owner, a lady in her early thirties.

She walked out with a smile on her face, dragging her beige skirt. "Miss, what can I do for you?"

Philip did not answer immediately. Instead, he turned his head slightly and looked at the kittens in the shop. He pointed at the one he liked the most and asked about its price.

The smile on the boss's face deepened a little, and he answered without any hesitation.

Hearing this, Philip fell silent.

Sure enough, times have changed.

If it was before the time travel, if you didn't care about the breed, you could buy a rural cat or dog for just a few dozen dollars. For those with specific breeds, most of the prices would be no more than four figures.

Converted to today's currency, the former is only equivalent to 1 soli, and the latter is only a few pounds or a dozen pounds, but she actually heard the answer of several hundred pounds.

Sorry, I don't have that kind of money. The money I save is enough for me to buy the main ingredients for a Sequence 9 potion. Philip remained calm as he continued to move forward, teasing the little guys. When he found he couldn't find any faults, he could only pinch his chin and mutter:
"Forget it, let's take care of the little guy at home first, we can talk about it later."

After saying that, she turned to the boss and said, "Please get me a warm cat bed, a little bigger, enclosed, with curtains."

(End of this chapter)