The Whispering Verses Chapter 346: Death of the Painter

"Of course it's impossible, Shade, this is just a bottle of potion, not a book. Moreover, the formula of this potion is mastered by the fish-man race, and the few materials known to humans have also been completely extinct. This It is impossible for anyone in this era to prepare it."

The priest said.

"So, is it possible to exchange this bottle of potion for credits from the academy?"

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

"Absolutely impossible. Only academy tasks and retrieval of relics can get practical credits. This is a matter of principle. No matter how precious the potion is, it cannot change it."

Shad shook his head in disappointment and put the cat, who was very energetic today, on his shoulder. Mia rubbed Shad's face happily, having no idea what was written in the book he brought home.

"Don't be disappointed. No matter who you sell it to, this bottle of magic potion can be sold for four figures in gold pounds. Drinking the elixir at any age can make your body heal from the inside out. Returning to the most youthful age is equivalent to rejuvenating without any side effects. It is said that the witches of the fifth era added a drop to their afternoon tea to drink every day, tsk tsk tsk..."

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

"Judging from the records in the book, your bottle will probably be effective for at least a week."

"It turns out that it is time-limited. I thought that after drinking it, it would last forever..."

Xia De is even more disappointed now, but it’s right to think about it. It’s just a bottle of magic potion. If it can make people permanently return to their youthful state, then the fifth era is not the era of witches, but the magic potion. era. But just this effect is enough to be called valuable, and you must know that it has no side effects.

"Priest, are you interested in this? If you are, 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's the use of experiencing youth for a week? It will only make me fall into unnecessary nostalgia. Besides, if you sell it to me at a low price, I can't afford that much money. ”

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

"This is hard."

Priest August placed the potion on Shade's coffee table:

“There have been ancient potions on the market, but they are all ineffective. Occasionally, ancient potions that can still be used for various reasons are not sold publicly... They are worth at least four If I came to sell it, I would price it at 2,300 pounds."

"Got it."

Shad nodded slowly, he planned to show this to Miss Carina. The Witch Council is very persistent in collecting items related to witches, and they are also quite wealthy. They may be interested in the potions that were offered to witches by aliens from the previous era.

The priest came to Shade today mainly to solve a troublesome matter with him. There is a half chance that evil spirits are at work, and a half chance that some kind of poorly recorded relic is exerting its influence.

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

This incident actually has a little to do with Shade. On the Saturday after God descended on Thursday two weeks ago, the doctor was being investigated by the church, so he asked Shade to inform other members of the group to learn. will be paused.

While Shade was informing the Augustan priest and saying his farewells, a man asked the priest if he had a specific type of souvenir for the Feast of Holy Prayer (Chapter 287). Shade didn't pay attention to the man, and Augustus didn't pay attention at that time either.

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

The man's name was Myerson Freese. 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 put the house up for sale.

"The cause of the matter is this. On the surface, there was nothing wrong, but at that time, out of curiosity, I found the man's family to inquire about the news. After all, it is rare for someone to go to the church and ask for a small statue in the style of a priest."

"Then did you give it to him?"

"Of course, this is not something valuable."

The priest and Shade took a carriage to Hangleton Garden Street, where the house is located. This is an ordinary residential neighborhood in the east of Tobesk. Each house has an independent small garden and a double-story building of the same standard. The people who live here are generally decent middle-class families. The deceased Mr. Myerson Freeman was a slightly famous painter during his lifetime.

The so-called "little famous" means that the paintings can be sold for a good price.

Getting off the carriage at the street corner, Priest August and Shade chatted while walking:

"What I'm curious about is why the family moved out of that house after the death of the male owner. I thought it was because his family didn't want to live in a sad place, but I found someone who was temporarily living in a rental apartment. Mrs. Frith later told me that Mr. Frith had some mental problems during his lifetime and would sometimes claim that there were invisible people at home."

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

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

Xia De asked.

"Detective, do you think that if you occasionally hear hallucinations or have terrible nightmares, people will immediately think that it is a haunting or something like that?"

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

“Less than one in ten people who actually encounter a mysterious incident can immediately realize the danger they are facing. Of these one in ten, more than half will choose to solve it themselves, and one third will ask for help. In various strange ways, most people turn to the church for help, and some turn to strange books or street liars... Only a few people will go to the church for help very sensibly. ”

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

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

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

"There is very little information because, apart from Mr. Freeman himself, neither his wife nor his children experienced anything strange. That gentleman claimed before his death that there were other people in the home and that he would wake up in his sleep. At the time of death In the past week or two, in addition to painting, he suddenly became interested in wood carving. Mrs. Freeman gave me a wood carving that he made himself, but his skills are really unsatisfactory."

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