I can copy tags infinitely.

"You're really strange," Webber said in a muffled voice, taking a bite of the hot roasted potato in his hands. "You're probably not from around here, are you?"

After placing two newspapers under his and Estelle's bottoms, it took Li En a second to realize that his phrase "not local" meant that he was different from the working-class people here who were struggling to make a living.

"That shouldn't matter," Li En said. "Can we talk about you? I'm very interested in you."

Weber chuckled, swallowed the potato pieces in his mouth, and stuffed the potato into his pocket.

"You're interested in me? That's strange. Are you interested in men?"

Li En never expected that one day a British man would say such a thing to him, which left him with mixed feelings.

"I don't have any thoughts like that. I just feel like your face tells a story," Li En casually made up an excuse, his goal being to copy the label anyway. "I think your early life must have been quite eventful."

Weber huddled against the gas pipeline, a cold smile on his face. "My early life was indeed quite eventful. You might not believe it, but I used to be a high-ranking official in the Privy Council."

Li En fell silent; he hadn't expected Webber's very first words to deliver such a shocking opening.

"At that time, I was indeed very powerful and had enormous authority. You could even say that I held one of the core powers in the city."

"But because I did not approve a proposal from the church, the church later pressured the Privy Council to forcibly remove me from office and even made things difficult for me in every way, which is why I ended up in this situation."

Weber's smile carried a hint of self-mockery. "Perhaps this is retribution. I climbed to the Privy Council by stepping over the corpses of countless people at the bottom, but because I didn't pass the Church's proposal, I was kicked back to the bottom, and my situation is even worse than theirs."

Li En had expected the church to have a lot of power, but he hadn't expected it to be this powerful.

Not only were noble families like Estelle driven to the brink of ruin by the Church, but even a high-ranking Privy Council official was kicked from the upper class to the lowest rungs of society under the Church's oppression.

"What proposal did you reject?" Lee En couldn't help but ask curiously. "Was it some very important political decision?"

Weber shook his head. "It's just that the church has suggested hiring a gardener around Westminster Abbey to maintain the vegetation around the church."

"But considering that Westminster Abbey already employs more than ten gardeners, there is really no need to hire another one, so I rejected the proposal."

Just such a small thing?

Li En even felt that such a trivial matter did not need to be reported; he could simply hire someone privately.

Since there are already more than ten gardeners, no one will care if there's one more.

This seems more like an educational experiment conducted by the Church on the Privy Council.

Those who obey me live, those who defy me perish.

Weber Walden was a victim of this educational experiment.

"How pitiful..." As a victim herself, Estelle took small bites of the roasted potato in her hand and looked at Weber with pity.

It seemed that Estelle's pitying gaze provoked Waver. Although he had now fallen to the bottom, he still held the pride of being a high-ranking member of the Privy Council.

Shifting his gaze, Weber asked, "So, who are you? Can you tell me now?"

Li En thought for a moment and felt there was no problem. "She and I are both students at Miskatonic University. We came here today with our professor to see if there are any items related to the occult. Maybe we can find something good."

Upon hearing this, Weber immediately understood. "I see. So, in your opinion, this candlestick is an object related to the occult, right?"

"Not necessarily," Li En shrugged. "It's also possible that I misjudged the situation."

With a slight twitch of his lips, Weber shook his head and said, "You're not putting on a convincing act at all. Anyone can see through your intentions at a glance. Besides, I know myself that this candlestick is definitely not simple."

"This thing was a gift from a bishop of the church. It was said that if you put it on your bedside table, it would have special effects. Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to use it before I ended up on the streets."

Is this candlestick actually a gift from the church?

Now Li En roughly understands why this thing is so attractive to spiritual beings.

After a moment's thought, Weber said, "I haven't eaten anything today, so I can use the roasted potatoes you gave me as a discount to offset part of the price of this candlestick. I can give you a cheaper price."

Li En was immediately delighted. "Really? How much is it after the discount?"

"One shilling," Weber said firmly, "not a penny less, or I'll be starving for a long time to come."

"OK."

Li En readily paid 1 shilling and purchased the silver candlestick from Weber.

After lingering around his stall for a while, Li En finally managed to copy the label on him.

[Label copied]

【the wanted】

[Effect: Increases average movement speed by 100%, amplified to 150% when being chased]

Another label has been acquired, bringing Li En's total to a total of 5 labels.

"finally."

Li En breathed a sigh of relief, preparing to search for Professor Osborn in the crowd with Estelle and reunite with him.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something in the crowd.

A string of characters shrouded in thick fog flashed through the crowd, moving so fast that even Li En doubted whether he had seen it correctly.

"What is that?"

Before Li En could confirm whether there really were characters shrouded in thick fog, Professor Osborn's excited voice came over.

"Look! I've found so many treasures! I'll take these home and do some research; maybe it'll lead to a breakthrough!"

Professor Osborne walked over carrying a large amount of miscellaneous items, including wooden statues, metal trays, and some cheap parchment covered with Latin writing.

He held these things in his arms as if they were precious treasures, walked up to the two of them, and was as excited as Columbus who had discovered a new continent.

Li En glanced at the objects in Professor Osborne's arms with his investigator's eye and found that they contained very little spirituality, and most of them had no spirituality at all.

Compared to the candlestick in Li En's hand, it was like a firefly compared to the bright moon—there was simply no comparison.

"Professor, to be honest," Li En said without giving the professor any face, "these things all seem to be garbage."

Professor Osborn, who had been quite enthusiastic, was suddenly met with a cold shower. "Really? Not a single useful item?"

"I don't think there are any, maybe only one or two items that are slightly related to the occult."

Li En put it rather euphemistically; from his perspective, the whole place was garbage.

Seeing Professor Osborne looking like a wilted cucumber, Estelle delivered the perfect finishing touch, "Professor, you didn't spend too much money, did you?"

Professor Osborne then spread out his palms and held up the number 10.

Li En: "Ten pence?"

Professor Osborne shook his head.

Li En: "10 shillings?"

Professor Osborne shook his head again. "10 pounds."

Li En: "..."

They're still too rich.

You know you're crazy to buy a piece of parchment for £9, but you can't even process the fact that you're buying so much junk for £10?

"The main problem is that the stall owner was such a master storyteller," Professor Osborne said, his teeth clenched in anger. "He saw right through me and made the whole story sound flawless and incredibly convincing, which is why I fell for it!"

Li En turned to look at Estelle, "Does he do this often?"

Estelle chuckled dryly. "You'll get used to it."

Secondhand dealers in the lower rungs of society will stop at nothing to make a living, and observing the preferences and tendencies of their customers is an instinct ingrained in their DNA.

For someone like Professor Osborne, who has little contact with the lower classes, being ripped off is all too normal.

Consider this £10 a donation to charity; after all, a highly respected professor like him shouldn't be short of money.

"Let's go back," Professor Osborne sighed. "The carriage is waiting for us in the next block."

At this moment, Li En suddenly said, "Professor, why don't you take the carriage first?"

Professor Osborne paused for a moment, then asked, "You're not going back to school?"

"No."

Li En shook his head and gave a hearty smile.

"I want to try running back."