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The Whispering Verses :- Chapter 37: The Doctor’s Praise

It was still in that clinic where Shard met, compared to “the lady” on the third floor of the club last night, Shard had quite a high level of trust in the doctor, so he shared everything that happened last night without any omission, not thinking there was any detail that needed to be hidden.

This, of course, included the matter of the [Box of Darkness], though Shard blurred the conditions under which the box lost containment.

When the doctor heard the beginning, where Shard encountered the relic losing control, he was surprised and stood up, pacing around the room. By the time he was halfway through and Shard mentioned the sage-level [relic], he stood there holding his forehead. When he heard the crazy idea of the “one with silver eyes,” he couldn’t help but groan:

“What a lunatic. I used to know that [Mercury’s Blood] was in the New Continent, trying to use the unique minerals there for alchemy. I didn’t expect them to come to Tobesk.”

He was very satisfied with Shard’s handling of the [Box of Darkness], but didn’t think the [Silver Moon Light Art] was of great value; there were just too many such mystic arts. Although the light art described by Shard seemed a bit too bright, it was not too unique either.

As for Shard’s behavior of trading the statue with remnants of the Old God to others, the doctor thought he did the right thing. He wasn’t particularly concerned that the woman might know about their five-member correspondence group through Shard:

“It’s not like there are few people who know about our existence. How else can we exchange materials and knowledge with others, or find talented people for help? Does it have to be masked every time? As long as it’s not the Church of the Right God, it’s fine. The fact that they are willing to trade with a low-level sorcerer like you shows that they are quite friendly.”

Regarding the speculation about the woman’s identity, the doctor couldn’t think of who it might be either, but he also believed that her sorcerer level must be quite high. Otherwise, there was no reason for her to discover Shard in such a manner and know specific information about a sage-level relic.

“In any case, this is a good thing. You didn’t risk your life, yet you gained a rare curse and a pretty good [relic]. I think this can be considered lucky. This world is not safe, and luck like this doesn’t come around every time.”

The doctor concluded.

“Is it considered lucky?”

Shard asked and, thinking about it, it indeed seemed quite fortunate.

The evil deity statue with remnants of an Old God, while Shard could only gain knowledge through the first contact, its actual value was undoubtedly far greater than that manuscript-level ring. But if you include those free pieces of information and knowledge, and the fact that Shard inadvertently caused the [Box of Darkness] to lose control, this trade barely becomes a “fair trade”.

More importantly, “that lady” was far stronger than Shard.

The doctor wasn’t particularly concerned about “that lady” in the club, given that this was the capital of the Northern Kingdoms of the Old Continent; any kind of sorcerer could pop up here. He was more concerned about [Mercury’s Blood]:

“In fact, the academy recently issued tasks related to the [Mercury’s Blood] organization, I even planned to participate, but now I need to reconsider, sage-level…”

The doctor muttered to himself, then looked up at Shard:

“Shard, overall, you handled this matter quite well. You did not encounter any danger yourself, managed the transaction with the unknown sorcerer properly, and provided the group with valuable information. You can be considered to have made an entry; this is roughly what your future life will look like.

However, this information is quite useful, perhaps I should give you some reward. Don’t refuse, even though we five belong to the same group and will likely cross the Northern Ice Cap together in the future, some things must be settled clearly. Regular information can be freely shared, but this matter is different…”

He thought for a moment:

“How about four pounds? Each of the other four will give you one pound. This information is probably worth that much.”

Such significant insider information, if sold on the black market, would of course be worth more than four pounds.

But sharing within the five-member group cannot follow that kind of pricing. The four pounds are not interest compensation for Shard but a recognition of his contribution to the group; the essence being different, representing that the five of them don’t have a purely interest-based relationship.

“Four pounds, that’s equivalent to bringing little Franklin back from the club eight more times or more than one orange cat Mia.”

Shard converted in his heart, equating the three relationships, and smiled at the doctor:

“Of course, that’s nice. But Doctor, I didn’t mention the information about Mrs. Rasoya last night. Will this have any impact?”

He took the opportunity to ask, seeing Dr. Schneider shake his head:

“As long as the other party didn’t ask, you don’t have the right to say. But don’t get in touch with the lady you mentioned; she’s probably a member of [Mercury’s Blood]. However, I have not heard that they possess a gender transformation [relic], probably also for [Mercury’s Blood]’s synthetic formula preparation, the academy’s reward order is more challenging than I thought.”

The doctor frowned:

“Anyway, don’t touch anything related to [Mercury’s Blood].

I might do something in the near future, but I am a five-ring sorcerer, you’re not. [Mercury’s Blood] is a group of lunatics, always believing they can create the legendary angel-level relic. But how is that possible?”

“You’re right. If angel-level [relics] could appear casually, this world would be too crazy.”

Shard said, genuinely believing this.

The blue-eyed doctor seemed to have had interactions with this organization but didn’t plan to share with Shard, thus changed the topic:

“Shard, your task now is to learn more about everyday common sense, start your detective business. Get in touch more with the ordinary world. When you advance to a two-ring or have enough power, consider participating in the shadows of Tobesk City. This crazy world is always crazier than you think.”

“Doctor, does the academy always hide key information from us?”

Shard took the opportunity to ask, surprisingly seeing the doctor shake his head:

“Don’t think too harshly of Saint Byron’s Comprehensive Academy; they usually share appropriate information with us at the right time.”

“Then when is the right time?”

Shard asked again, watching Dr. Schneider lean back slightly in his armchair:

“Only they know that.”

After leaving Dr. Schneider’s psychological clinic, except for hearing at noon that an unexpected gas explosion occurred in the alley opposite the Silver Parrot Milk Company last night, no events worth remembering happened to Shard this day.

No illegal organizations came to the door, no generous clients rang the bell downstairs, and no acquaintances of Sparrow Hamilton came to find him. However, Shard’s solo research at home actually yielded results.

He still could not trigger any [time and space] power, but as for [Silver Moon], probably because of the breakthrough use on the club’s third floor, now besides the light art, Shard could already attach the [Silver Moon] light to external objects.

The most successful attempt was when he made the orange cat “Mia,” who had gradually become affectionate towards him, emit light for ten seconds.

This action scared the cat, making it run around the house and even through the broken stairs to the third floor of the apartment building.

Shard spent a long time calling back the escaped cat, thus speculating that the detective might have hidden his gun on the sealed-off first floor, the unreachable third floor, or the vacant second-floor room number 2.

Unfortunately, without enough tools, he couldn’t explore these three places. But investigating them had been listed in Shard’s schedule, as he must confirm that the house he lived in was absolutely safe.

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The Whispering Verses

The Whispering Verses

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry is thriving, you inherit a three-story apartment in the kingdom's capital square. Accompanied by someone else's cat and listening to the whispers in your ear, you witness this strange and mysterious era. The epic of the Sixth Age is about to begin. Behind the curtains, the chosen ones will step into legend. Old gods, relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient mysteries, the radiance of epochs... "Do you want to play a round of Lord Cards?" Time engraves the years, and the silver moon illuminates the shadows. I write legends for you, and you whisper verses for me.



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