Before returning to base, Rod first went to Number 17 Grey Street to find the dicine Woman, who had finally returned, and paid for the fifty pieces of Puppet Wood he had previously ordered, as agreed.
It was only then that Rod felt relieved; now the Wood Puppets only lacked a living spirit.
This thing could only be found in the souls of the living. Of course, Rod couldn’t slaughter the innocent, but ever since the Black Priest incident, most of the Doomsday believers had gone into hiding and were not so easy to find.
Rod decided to try his luck and asked the dicine Woman about it.
To his surprise, she actually had so, and the price was not high: ten silver coins for one portion, and there was a vast quantity available.
Rod restrained himself from asking where they ca from and bought one thousand portions in one go.
The dicine Woman dragged a dusty chest from beneath the counter; opening it revealed a pile of semi-transparent, writhing spirits, glowing with Spiritual Light, resembling a cluster of unidentifiable parasites.
She carefully weighed out one thousand portions using a balance scale and handed them to Rod.
The spirits, extracted from the souls of several hundred people, amounted to a small clump, not even enough to fill a fist.
Rod took the spirits, turned around, and hid his hands within his sleeves.
When he turned back, the living spirits had already been sent into the Dream Realm.
"Another fifty pieces of Puppet Wood, please."
One piece of Puppet Wood and ten portions of living spirit were needed to create a Wood Puppet, so Rod simply decided to gather materials for a hundred puppets.
The dicine Woman’s wrinkled face showed no expression.
"Alright, co back in one clock hour."
"Why so quick this ti?"
"The materials are ready."
One clock hour later, the dicine Woman handed over the fifty pieces of Puppet Wood to Rod on ti.
"Pleasure doing business with you. I will co to you often in the future; can I get a discount for being a regular custor?"
With an expressionless face, the dicine Woman said, "No."
"Granny, don’t be so heartless. Be a little more flexible in business. Don’t you want to maintain a long-term relationship with a big custor like ?"
"No interest."
"Co on, you wouldn’t want to lose a straightforward and trustworthy big custor like ... ahem, let’s settle for a ten percent discount then," he coughed.
The dicine Woman expressionlessly looked at him.
Although she did not agree, she still accepted the discounted sum of twenty-two thousand five hundred silver coins.
"Haha, the body is quite honest... cough, that is, Granny, do you know of a hunter nad phisto?"
"I don’t."
"Don’t know? Aro said that all the hunters who frequent her hunter’s tavern have bought sothing from you."
With indifference, the dicine Woman replied, "Keeping our custors’ secrets is the principle of our profession."
"... Look, I’ll give you a thousand silver coins to make an exception."
"No."
But the dicine Woman’s hands accepted the money nonetheless.
"... Do you know where phisto lives?"
"I don’t know."
"Do you have her contact information?"
"I don’t have it."
"Is it true that her favorite food is lemon jam?"
The dicine Woman’s murky eyes suddenly focused on him, asking with suspicion, "What do you want to do?"
"I want her to beco my partner, Granny. I don’t know if you are a Fire Holder or if you understand our Combat System, but I can tell you clearly that we are a match made in heaven. No one is more suitable to be teammates than we are. Together, our power far exceeds the sum of one plus one, reaching the level of multiplying one by one..."
"Isn’t that still one?" the dicine Woman sharply pointed out.
"You don’t understand math, don’t interrupt. Anyway, without her, I’m like a wolf without a jackal. Without , she’s like a flower without a pistil. Incomplete. Together, we can complent each other’s strengths and weaknesses..."
"I’m sorry, I don’t see where you fit together. If you aren’t here to buy sothing, then please leave," the dicine Woman said coldly.
"Hey, hey, can’t you see? Teaming up, we can hunt demons more efficiently, creating a better living environnt for the people of Trolian..."
The dicine Woman’s tone beca irritable.
"All you want is to get her into your bed, right? To make her your plaything? Purchasing so many Puppet Woods, who knows which ones you’ll use to control her to satisfy your twisted desires? You n are always full of such depraved thoughts, yet you still look for a noble reason to cover it up. Leave now! Otherwise, I’ll call the Internal Affairs Court to catch you!"
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