Mystery: When the Fool Meets the Masked Fool

Chapter 389 Seeking a Pharmacist as a Freeloader

I'll go with you to see the meteor shower falling on this earth...

"Get out of my way," Serres said, casually clearing away the thin mist invisible to the average person as he handed over the sculpture. "I finally get a chance to be in the spotlight and you're stealing my spotlight."

Cattleya reached out and took the sculpture, looking at the part depicting the apothecary, feeling quite puzzled.

"And who is this?" Cattleya asked, looking at Serres.

“A high-ranking individual from the [Abundance] realm and a high-ranking individual from the [Hunting] realm,” Serres replied with a light laugh.

"Is it the messenger?" Gadriya thought of a title she had heard at the Tarot meeting before.

“No.” Serres shook his head decisively. “How could I possibly dare to use the Envoy’s imagination as a sculpture? I’m extremely timid, okay?”

"Is that so?" Cattleya nodded noncommittally, leading Serris toward Frank's cabin at the bottom of the ship. "I understand."

The decks, bulkheads, masts, and other parts of the "Future" are covered with mysterious and abstract symbols, which seem to overlap to form a huge ritual magic.

The way the upper and lower layers are arranged is also quite unique.

A magical elevator created through ritual.

Stepping out of the elevator, Cattleya led Serres to the bottom of the ship's cabin, which had been turned into a small plain.

“You could build a rockery here,” Serres suggested, “and maybe a little river…”

“We probably don’t have that much space here,” Cattleya said with a polite smile.

“I’ll help you.” Serres rubbed his left index finger against his right palm a few times. “I’ll just help you expand the space.”

Using the grotto technology of the Immortal Ship to raise a pharmacist sounds like a lot of fun.

"What about the reward?"

"unnecessary."

"..." Cattleya hesitated, then said, "No need, thank you."

Caldelia couldn't quite figure out Serres's behavior, and in the end, she could only regard it as a ritual similar to praying to the true god.

The difference lies in the ritual procedure: "find Serres," the ritual incantation: "explain the requirements," and the standard for success or failure depends on "his mood."

"Is there a problem?" Serres stepped over a clump of bushes.

“No,” Cattleya’s expression remained unchanged as she blurted out instinctively, “Her Majesty the Queen once taught me that every gift of fate comes with a price tag attached.”

After she finished speaking, her expression suddenly stiffened.

She blurted out what was on her mind without even realizing it.

Saying such things to someone in a high position is extremely impolite.

Why care about the "price"? Is it because you don't want to do things for important people?
However, Serres didn't say anything at all, and simply said in a light tone, "That's what Emperor Roselle said too, isn't it?"

Caldelia took a shallow breath: "Yes."

The two of them had already arrived at Frank's door.

“You’re absolutely right.” Serres stopped in his tracks. “From now on, please help me document Frank’s daily life with that person.”

"In exchange, I will not only teach you a technique for expanding space, but also help you complete the Sequence Four promotion ceremony."

"You don't need to refuse; this is a fair price."

The value of this matter can be great or small. High value? Observing a star god is invaluable. Low value? Just go over and observe; He won't refuse anyway.

Do not take initiative, do not refuse, and do not take responsibility.

This is a pharmacist.

【Now that you mention it, doesn't it sound like a fairy?】 "The ultimate old fairy."

"Do you need any photos or anything like that?" Cattleya asked.

"No need, just ask Mr. Frank. It needs to be done once a month, starting from the first of next month."

Cattleya thought for a second or two: "I understand."

“Then it’s a pleasure to cooperate.” Serres turned to the side, gesturing for Cattleya to knock on the door.

But before Gadriya could knock, the door opened by itself.

Frank opened the door from the inside and looked at the two of them strangely. He was wearing overalls and a white shirt, with a round-brimmed hat with a concave top, and his bare forearms looked like they were covered in a brown sweater, and were covered in dirt.

His gray-brown eyes, tinged with blue, looked at Cattleya and Serres, his gaze filled with confusion.

"Good evening, Captain, and this stranger, sir."

“Hello, I’m Serres,” Serres said, extending his hand to shake hands with Frank. “This must be the famous Mr. Frank, right? Seeing is believing.”

Frank glanced at the dirt on his hands, and seeing that Serres didn't seem to mind, he didn't wipe it off and just held onto his hands.

Cattleya smelled a faint scent of tree bark, which emanated from Frank. It seemed that he had largely digested the "Druid" potion.

Digestion?

Cattleya couldn't help but blink rapidly.

what's the situation?
Last night, Frank quickly tidied himself up and took the potion.

The extraordinary properties of the "Druid" entered Frank's body like a drop of water falling into the ocean; after a single wave, they vanished completely.

If you're not in jail, what kind of strength do you have? Daring to jump around in the body of the Abundant Fate Traveler?

Frank's assessment of this was "no improvement."

I don't feel any spiritual improvement, no increase in strength, or any new skills...

Although I went inside, I felt nothing except that my mind was a little "impure".

Miscellaneous Fish Potion.

Frank then extracted the remaining spiritual energy from the potion and turned it into fertilizer.

“Hello, hello,” Frank smiled sheepishly. “Hmm, you seem to recognize me? Well, I did have a photo taken of you that made it onto my wanted poster.”

"Don't worry about so-called toxic experts. I'm a very friendly person. As long as I don't have to deal with those damn guys, my greatest passion is researching soil, crops, and hybridization techniques. Believe me, that's the future of humanity."

“Of course I believe you,” Serres nodded sincerely, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear to reveal some ears of rice hidden in it. “As you can see, I am also bathed in the gaze of abundance.”

"Oh? Is that so? What a coincidence." Frank turned his head to look into the room and saw that his teacher was also looking at Serris.

"Oh, it's been a long time, sister," Serris greeted cheerfully. "The last time we met, I was still working as a counselor."

The pharmacist did not answer, but simply gazed gently at Serres.

“I’ll blush if you keep staring at me,” Serres said carelessly.

"It's fate that we met. Since we're so destined, why don't you give me a gift?" He shamelessly freeloaded.

I, Serres, am sending you money.

The pharmacist smiled and looked at Serres, uttering a single word.

"good."

(End of this chapter)