Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 135 Commissioned to Make a Potion
In front of No. 48 Hewan Avenue.

Klein, who had already visited the inventor Leppard, arrived here again in a rented carriage. After confirming the safety of the next step through divination, he rang the doorbell of the house.

Just ten seconds later, the door opened and a handsome, elegant man with a gentle temperament opened the door.

After seeing Klein's appearance clearly, the other party frowned slightly, but quickly recovered and said, "Sir, may I ask for your help?"

"Hello."

Klein took off his hat and saluted. After confirming that the man in front of him didn't look or age like his target, he asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Emlyn White home? I have a favor to ask him."

"Emlyn?" Mr. White was silent for two seconds. Before he could continue, they heard a voice from the left:
"What are you looking for from me?"

Klein looked in the direction of the sound and saw a handsome man in his twenties standing a few meters away. His hair was combed back at an angle, and he looked serious yet casual, with undisguised arrogance between his eyebrows.

In his hand, he was holding a bag, which looked very incongruous. Inside was a gorgeous long dress with lace, ribbons, and other decorations. As for the rest, Klein couldn't see it.

"Hello, Mr. White."

Emlyn had already reached the door. After asking his father to return to the room, he carefully examined Klein for a few moments before saying nonchalantly, "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

Klein nodded, lowered his voice, and got straight to the point. "A friend of yours asked me to seek help. I hope you, a noble vampire, can help make some potions."

what?
Emlyn's heart skipped a beat, and he began frantically searching for possible answers in his mind. Finally, he murmured a name with a little uncertainty: "Jane Charlotte?"

He was very glad that he had asked the name at the beginning, otherwise he would have to spend time describing the other person's appearance.

"Yes."

"Ha, that guy." Emlyn walked into the house first and waved, "If you're not in a hurry, you can come in and sit for a while. We can talk about the details later."

Klein glanced at the sun in the sky, which was still some distance from noon, then followed him in and sat on the sofa under his guidance.

Emlyn went upstairs and said he was going back to his room to put his precious things away first.

Mr. White's wife, Emlyn White's mother, after asking for his opinion, made a cup of black tea for Klein and then had a brief conversation with him.

There was a hint of tentativeness in his words, but for Klein, who had no ill intentions and possessed the power of a "clown", dealing with this kind of thing could be considered just a way to pass the time.

Not long after, Emlyn came downstairs and took Klein to the table in the restaurant. He then said impatiently:
"Alright, if you have anything to say, just tell me. In consideration of what I just said about 'noble vampires', I can only meet your request within our capabilities this time."

No, what are you in such a hurry for?
Klein suppressed the urge to twitch his lips. Not intending to stay here any longer, he briefly relayed Philip's request:
"If a person's skin turns pale after taking a potion, can you make a potion that can permanently or temporarily restore their skin to its original color?"

"'Corpse Collector'?"

Emlyn muttered, then waved his hand dismissively. "This level of change is easy for me, but completely restoring it to its original state is impossible. This change is a permanent effect of the potion's Beyonder properties." "I can make the potion. The ingredients aren't expensive. Each one costs 10 soli and lasts for 12 hours. But I'm telling you, no matter how much you buy, don't expect any discounts from me!"

Ten soli a day. I don't know if Philip has that much money. But if it were me, I wouldn't stop providing the medicine unless I was completely broke. Klein pondered for a few seconds. Thinking that he could get reimbursed when he got back, he took out three ten-pound notes from his pocket and said, "
"Then I'll need 60 first, but I want to get some today."

Emlyn's bloodshot eyes looked at the three bills on the table. After a few reluctant seconds of hesitation, he said, "I don't have any regular supplies. Ten is the limit. The rest will be paid in full in seven days."

"Give me a quarter of an hour."

In the shadow world.

There was no hope of going out, so Philip, who came here, looked around with some confusion, wondering whether the existence hidden in the shadows did not want to give him experience or was secretly holding back something bigger.

But it doesn't matter.

Divination and various inspections had already been done. Philip had no other choice but to be more vigilant. So after confirming that the Beyonder Characteristics and "Creeping Hunger" were not affected, he ignored them.

In the light of the fire, a blurry and transparent soul appeared in front of Philip. He was wearing a naval lieutenant colonel uniform and had a brown beard. His face was full of pain and confusion.

"Qilingus is dead. Don't worry. You are free now. If possible, can you tell me the cause of your death?"

Because his only goal was to understand the other party's extraordinary characteristics and the formula of the "Interrogator", Philip did not directly ask about related matters for utilitarian purposes, but instead prepared to choose other things to discuss.

"I, I was captured by a Feysac man during a naval battle, and then I entered your glove. Who is Qilingos?"

Feysac people?

Philip frowned, but thinking of the possibility of continuing the conversation in this direction, he thought about the possibility of continuing the conversation in this direction. After the other party finished describing the general appearance of the Feysac man and the time of the naval battle, he turned to ask about the formula of the "Interrogator" potion.

"The main ingredients are the horn of the Shimmering Black Snake and the dust of the Lake Spirit, while the auxiliary ingredients are..."

Hearing this, Philip breathed a sigh of relief, then lowered his eyes slightly, looked at the figure in front of him who didn't know when to disappear, and asked:
"Do you have any last wishes?"

"Last wish."

The man forced a bitter smile and then shook his head. "I know a lot of time has passed. My wife, my children, and everything I knew have changed drastically."

"If I could, I would like to go back and take a look, even if it's just for a few minutes, to see if they are doing well, to see my Anne, to see Daniel, and to say sorry."

"Sorry, sir. Thank you for letting me go, and thank you for listening to my last words."

The figure of the lieutenant colonel in front of him gradually disappeared, but in the last moment, he accepted everything calmly with a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)