Capítulo 245: Chapter 164: No other choice
Adjusting his hat, he moved up Kus Street following the march of the workers.
His purple eyes took in everything around him, from the workers to the homeless.
'Where the fuck are you?' he thought annoyed.
He didn't find what he was looking for so he could only look down and continue on his way.
...
Arriving at the factory, he arrived at his designated post and began to work.
Wearing a mask and worn-out work gloves, he began his work.
"Hey Tom, could you tell me from which pharmacy you bought the medicine that cured you? Lately, I've been feeling pretty bad..."
Unable to contain his curiosity, he slowed down what he was doing for a few moments and turned to look.
A middle-aged man, pale and with several wrinkles on his face, was talking to a brown-haired man with eyes of the same color.
"Marcus I told you not to eat any more of that stuff, look at you now!" Tom said disappointed as he shook his head.
"Come on man, you know those sandwiches are my weakness" Marcus defended himself offended but then put a hand to his stomach.
"I can see that," Tom said with a flat expression but then continued with a sigh.
"And to answer your question, I have no idea. It was my little mouse who got the medicine, I would have to ask her."
Marcus hearing this sighed in disappointment.
"Your daughter Jerry right? Please ask her today and tell me tomorrow, I don't think I can take this much longer." he said making several grimaces of pain.
At this, Tom sighed and nodded.
"I'll ask her, but don't get your hopes up, you know how she is."
"I'm sure the little one wouldn't mind helping out her father's best friend." Marcus teased but then his stomach growled.
"Forgive me but I have to go to the bathroom again."
He just rolled his eyes and went back to work while Marcus ran to the bathroom.
The purple-eyed man watched this with a flat face.
Just as he was going back to work he saw someone else approach Tom.
The man had bronze skin, a round face, and gold-rimmed frame glasses.
The purple-eyed man automatically lowered his head and, trembling slightly, returned to his work with more energy.
Sweat was dripping from his forehead and his back was wet.
'It's him again...' he thought heavily as he continued working without looking up or looking at the guy.
That guy called himself Billy.
Billy had arrived a few weeks ago and from the first moment, he gave him a horrible feeling.
As if at any moment he would devour him.
This wasn't his mistrust of strangers or that he doesn't like to talk to people, but rather a warning of his spirituality as a Mystery Pryer!
Following this warning, he had never approached that man or interacted with him.
Let alone use his spirit vision on him.
He felt that something horrible would happen to him if he did...
What happened in the days following Billy's arrival confirmed this, anyone who interacted with him for a long time ended up falling severely ill.
Five people fell ill, four died.
The only one who was saved was Tom and he doesn't know how.
When Tom came to work he had been so surprised that he used his spirit vision on him.
Tom was still a normal person, the only thing is that his astral and spiritual body seemed cleaner and purer, as if it had been purified.
Leaving that aside, he just continued to work, losing complete interest in Tom and Billy.
But just as he was working, a familiar man approached him annoyed.
"Charlotte to my office."
'Shit.' Charlotte mentally cursed and set his things aside.
He followed the man being watched by all the workers who were present.
...
Closing the door of his room, a furious Charlotte grabbed his blue workman's hat and threw it to the floor, he then began to stomp on it furiously.
"DAMN SON OF A BITCH!" he screamed with each stomp.
Huff! Huff! Huff!
It didn't take long for him to lose his breath and had to lean against the wall to catch it.
"Urghhhh ARGGHHHH"
He stripped off his gloves and flung them against the back wall in rage.
"Fired?! Fired?! Son of a bitch, your mother should be fired from Rose Scent for being so loose!!"
Rose Scent was the most famous legal brothel in all of East Borough.
Huff! Huff! Huff! Huff!
Breathless, Charlotte sat in his chair and leaning back in it, he looked up at the ceiling.
Defeated, he stopped looking at the ceiling and looked at his table.
He moved his eyes to the edge of it and saw a note written in red ink.
Seeing that note made him click his tongue in annoyance.
"I didn't think my day could get any worse but just seeing you did exactly that…" he growled as he reached out and grabbed the note.
He looked at it with disdain.
He had performed multiple divinations on this Y.M using this note as a source.
But no matter which method he used, they all always ended in the same thing.
An infinite darkness.
It wasn't even that it failed, it's that there was nothing.
It was as if this Y.M didn't exist!
Sighing in annoyance, Charlotte read the words on the notes again.
When everything had failed him, he only had one thing left, his intuition.
His intuition had saved his life many times and now he had to use it to know whether to take this offer or not.
'The offer is very good, not only will I no longer have to worry about the ingredients for my charms and rituals, but I will even be able to have potion formulas...'
'This is too good to be true.' he thought seriously.
But despite thinking that, his intuition told him otherwise.
*Because it's so good, you'd be an idiot not to take it!* his intuition said like this was the most obvious thing in the world.
Clicking his teeth, Charlotte put the note down on the table and got up.
Walking to the corner of his room and kneeling, he moved a table in it revealing a secret compartment.
He first reached into a pocket of his jacket and took out a small vial, he opened it letting out a strong acid smell.
He scrunched up his face at this, but holding back he lowered the vial into the hole and shook it slightly, spreading the scent into it and scaring away any nearby rats.
With that done, he covered the vial and put it away, he reached into the compartment and pulled out a medium wooden box.
It was a simple dark wooden box, without any detail or specialty.
Charlotte simply placed the box on the floor and opened it.
This one had several money bands on it.
Calmly, Charlotte grabbed one and began to count.
...
"415 pounds..." he mumbled counting the last bill and sighed heavily.
'According to uncle's notes, sequence 8 formulas have a minimum price of 400 pounds, and that the main ingredients should cost leastt over 200 pounds each...'
Charlotte lowered his head and sighed wearily.
Even if he obtained the formula, it would be impossible for him to obtain the ingredients.
Just getting the ingredients for Mystery Pryer had taken him over 6 months of searching and £500.
Luckily he didn't have to pay for the formula, otherwise it would have been easy over 700 pounds.
Closing the wooden box, he didn't put it back, but simply put the wooden plank in its place and took the box to the table and placed it next to the note.
Charlotte sat back in his chair and looked at these two things for a long time.
He then turned his head and looked at the incomplete charms that were carefully placed on one of his furniture.
'Just making one costs 4 pounds and that's with the simple ones, the most complex ones are about 10 pounds and I barely earn what it cost me to do...'
It was a continuous waste of money to make the charms and the profits took a long time to come.
'If I continue like this I'll run out of money by the end of October or November and I highly doubt I'll be able to get the formula by then.'
After weighing all this, Charlotte could only come to the most obvious and reasonable conclusion.
With no other option, he took out a small notebook from his pocket and began to write using it.
<I agree to be part of your team Mr. Y.M, I will see you at the Truqueda Cup tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. I'll be sitting at table number 5 alone>
Tearing this page out of his notebook and folding it three times, he held it in his right hand.
He grabbed his flattened blue hat and gave it a little shake to get the dirt off it.
Putting it on, he left his room.
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