Lord of Mysteries: The Cultivator - Chapter 19
Quinn and Klein walked side-by-side on the streets of Bayam. The sky was gloomy, and dark clouds were slowly gathering into a mass, seeming about to drip with rain soon.
The suitcase Quinn was carrying was no longer empty. He had gone to different banks and separately withdrawn twenty thousand Pounds in banknotes, and the suitcase was bulging.
Klein walked on Quinn’s left side. He tried his best to stop his gaze from drifting towards Quinn’s suitcase, staring straight ahead at the air.
They were preparing to find a place to stay. Quinn needed a safe space to conduct a transaction with “The Fool” and Mr. “Hanged Man,” and Klein… well, he was that “Fool.”
The salty sea breeze carried fallen leaves, gradually driving the pedestrians off the street, and a cold, desolate atmosphere slowly enveloped the “City of Generosity.”
Just as the two turned into a small alley, a series of hurried, unsteady footsteps emerged.
Thump, thump, thump…
A broken and familiar figure stumbled into their view.
Quinn carefully recognized the person and immediately called out in surprise: “Danitz!”
Danitz’s consciousness was almost entirely plunging into darkness, and the wounds on his body were continuously sending up huge sensations of pain. At this moment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
He strained to look up. The faces of Quinn Flitt and Gehrman Sparrow, imbued with suppressed madness, were so cordial.
Plop!
Danitz fell on his back, his hands, which were covering his chest and abdomen, dropped weakly, revealing a hideous, exaggerated wound that showed his internal organs.
He was barely able to think, desperately spitting out a string of words: “Tell the Captain, old Lane has been discovered! ‘Iron’ Mavity, for, for that treasure!”
Danitz grabbed the corner of Gehrman Sparrow’s clothes, pulling him closer to his mouth and said.
“Treasure?”
Quinn’s curious face appeared from the other corner of the field of view.
Danitz had no time to explain. He gasped for breath, a mournful smile appearing on his face: “Don’t mind me, I’m almost… I’m almost dead.”
“Tell the Captain the money I saved, it all turned, turned into real estate, on Sycamore Avenue in Bayam, numbers 12 to 16 are all mine.
The certificate, the certificate is hidden, hidden in the wall of the basement of number 13. Help me sell it, help me sell it, and take the money to, to the small town of Noceur in Southern Intis, give it to, to my parents, tell them I, tell them I really made a fortune…”
Danitz paused, and then said with difficulty: “Tell them I, tell them I became, an excellent, an excellent adventurer.”
“And… say, say I’m sorry…”
His eyes suddenly became wet, as if recalling the rebellious young man he once was.
I’m sorry, Old Man, Mom, I couldn’t come home… Danitz’s vision darkened, feeling that his life was about to end.
Suddenly, he saw Gehrman Sparrow reach out, press on his wound, and then swipe outwards. Quinn followed by reaching out and pressing on the area where Gehrman had swiped.
Danitz’s sadness was immediately stuck, only feeling the numbing pain in his chest and abdomen suddenly disappear, and the sharp pain that had just come from his left hand instantly vanished.
He stared blankly at Klein and Quinn. Klein also looked at him, and Quinn was gloatingly munching on the melon seeds he had grown.
“Why didn’t you, treat me first?” he asked blankly.
Klein looked back at the other side of Sea Defense Street, which had few people, and said calmly: “Wait until you finish speaking.”
“It’s polite.”
Quinn followed up: “It is the most basic respect for an ‘excellent adventurer,’ puh ha ha ha…”
As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn’t help but be amused, almost laughing to the point of vomiting.
Aaaah! Danitz roared in his heart, wishing he could burn his self from a few seconds ago to death. He turned over and sat up, glanced at the dock where thick smoke was rising, and felt a little more at ease.
“Let’s find a place to stay first.” Gehrman spread out his hand, catching a drop of rain.
Danitz looked at his abdomen and arm, which were without a scratch, and his sense of security increased greatly. He immediately nodded: “Okay…”
“As expected of an ‘excellent adventurer,’ the psychological resilience is excellent.”
Quinn looked at Danitz, who had recovered immediately, and gave him a thumbs-up.
“Don’t bring that up again!”
Danitz’s face flushed red.
“Hahaha!”
“…” Klein, carrying the suitcase and cane, walked in front without speaking, only one thought echoing in his heart: “Damn it, everyone is richer than me…”
…
In the “Azure Wind” hotel, Gehrman and Quinn each rented a room, leaving the confused Danitz standing in the lobby.
“The Fool not belonging to this era, the Yellow-Black King who controls luck, the mysterious sovereign above the gray fog…”
Quinn sat on the chair and chanted. Ritual items were laid out on the coffee table. In the center was the suitcase containing twenty thousand Pounds, and next to the suitcase were the rewards for “The Hanged Man” and a small gift.
On the other side, Klein pushed open the door and headed straight for the washroom, quickly walking four steps backward to arrive above the gray fog.
He clicked on the star belonging to “Emperor,” and the bright red light rippled, revealing the scene of Quinn chanting in a low voice.
Quinn curiously watched the vortex suck in the objects on the table and then disappear.
Above the gray fog, Klein looked at the simple box containing twenty thousand Pounds with complex eyes, placing it next to the pile of sundries.
Then, he clicked on “The Hanged Man’s” red star, transmitting the image of Quinn offering the Pounds to “The Hanged Man”…
On the other side, “The Hanged Man” Alger, sitting quietly in the hotel and having prepared beforehand, quickly received the image and the Pounds.
This is… twenty thousand Pounds… Alger vaguely struggled to control his gaze. He controlled his greed. Beyonders who didn’t understand what belonged to them mostly became Beyonder Characteristics.
He turned his gaze to his own portion.
It was a leather suitcase only slightly smaller than the other one. Seeing its considerable size, Alger opened it with a mix of surprise and small anticipation.
Inside the box, five hundred Pounds were neatly arranged, emitting a faint, attractive scent of ink.
The remaining space was occupied by a large, brownish-yellow cloth bag.
Is this Mr. “Emperor’s” “small gift”?
Alger picked up the brownish-yellow cloth bag, curiously untied the knot, and looked inside:
Inside the bag were a dozen brownish-black, fist-sized round balls—seeds. Tucked in between them was a folded, pristine white letter.
He opened the letter and read: “Hi, Mr. ‘Hanged Man!'”
“I suppose you have received my small gift. As you can see, this is a bag of seeds.”
Seeds? This big? Alger stroked his stubble, contemplating the possibility of planting these plants on a ship. He continued reading:
“This is a special variety I cultivated. As long as you bury the seeds in the soil, they will mature in half an hour. The survival rate is very high, and the vitality is relatively tenacious.”
“The mature size of these plants is not large; they can fit in a flower pot. As for the function…”
“Heh heh, I call it ‘Cat Grass’!”
“It can continuously fire air bullets equivalent to rifle bullets. Keeping it at home can serve as an excellent guard.”
“And it also has some special effects… Heh heh…”
“Hope you like it!”
“(·)”
“By the way, please spend more time with them if you can; they are very obedient.”
Can continuously fire air bullets no less powerful than rifle bullets… Alger first considered the practical value of the plant.
One of these might be equivalent to a Sequence 9 or 8 Beyonder. There are a dozen seeds in the bag, which must be worth a few thousand Pounds. Mr. “Emperor” is truly generous and courteous…
Alger took a deep breath, cautiously took out a seed, picked up a flower pot from the balcony, buried it inside, and then took it to the washroom to pour some water on it.
Half an hour later.
Alger stared blankly at the cat-shaped ‘plant’ on his hand, which was affectionately rubbing against him, and fell into a state of bewilderment.