Silas currently faced two main problems.
First, his mental state.
Although with the digestion of the potion and the use of the mirror and sedatives, his lucid periods were getting longer and longer, his state of madness still couldn't be eliminated.
It was even somewhat worsening, and Ma'am M's phantom also frequently appeared.
Second, his two enemies.
Lanevus, who carried the divine spawn, had escaped from the Aurora Order's hands and was now hiding somewhere unknown.
And Ince Zangwill, who had caused him to become this way, was very likely already a Sequence 4 demigod, and also carried a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact.
He wasn't someone Silas could defeat at present.
So what he should do next was continue acting and digesting the potion, while simultaneously tracking Lanevus's whereabouts to eliminate him as soon as possible and prevent the birth of the divine spawn.
As for Ince Zangwill, he could first search for clues, then deal with him after his own sequence advanced.
After all, the gap between Sequence 5 and Sequence 4 was too large to overcome.
Although he definitely wanted revenge on him, now wasn't the time.
Silas thought. This was a reasonable judgment. He felt that under normal circumstances, he was still quite rational.
As for Lanevus, Klein is already looking for him. Perhaps I should also have the Remann Gang's people help me search in the East Borough...
He thought this to himself.
Time quickly passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was the next evening.
In the East Borough, in front of a house in a secluded alley.
This house had no lights on and was completely dark. Silas walked to the door and, according to the newspaper's hint, knocked rhythmically.
At this moment, he had already changed his appearance to something less conspicuous.
"Swish!"
Seven or eight seconds later, a wooden slat on the door panel was pulled horizontally open, revealing a pair of eyes behind it.
"Put on a mask before you can enter!"
The person behind the door said hoarsely.
Oh right, Darkwill had mentioned this requirement to me before...
Silas had forgotten about this minor detail and hadn't prepared at all.
"I forgot, sorry."
He reached his hand into his clothes. In a place the other couldn't see, he let flesh and blood interweave, rapidly creating a blood-red mask.
Then he took out this mask and put it on his face.
"Come in."
Only then did the other party open the door. He also wore a mask on his face.
Silas walked in, took the robe handed to him and draped it over himself, following him through the pitch-black living room into the parlor on the first floor.
Only one candle was lit in the parlor.
Under the dim light, a group of people wearing masks and hooded robes sat on sofas and chairs.
Under the flickering candlelight, these people's long shadows were cast on the walls, swaying restlessly.
All Beyonders...
The Shepherd characteristic in his body was excited, reminding Silas that there was a large pile of "sheep" before him that could be grazed.
Stay calm...
He suppressed the restless emotions within, preventing himself from falling into madness and devouring and grazing them all.
Although they were all Beyonders, the overall sequences were relatively low.
Silas's gaze wandered over them, roughly sensing these people's sequence levels.
Basically all Sequence 9s, very few Sequence 8s... That old man is at least Sequence 7, probably the organizer... Hmm?
He suddenly noticed two people in the crowd. One had a wide build, with flesh overflowing from both sides of his mask.
The other sat in a corner, wearing a mask covering the upper half of his face, the lower half covered by a full beard. He'd seen this getup once before.
Darkwill and Klein!
It wasn't strange to see Darkwill here, but he hadn't expected Klein to be here too.
Silas was surprised internally but didn't show it.
He continued walking in and picked an empty seat to sit down. Most people glanced at him, as the red mask he wore was quite conspicuous.
"I've made some more healing potions and stimulant potions. Healing potions are 5 pounds each, stimulants are 15 soli."
After glancing at the newcomer, Darkwill turned his head and began hawking his potions. "The healing potions can rapidly treat external injuries.
The stimulant potions contain mummy powder. Men who've used them know how wonderful that feeling is."
He spoke in an enticing tone.
Probably because Darkwill had already hawked them many times before and the potions' effects were trustworthy, he quickly sold out all his stock on hand and received a large bundle of banknotes.
"I want to sell a weapon and a batch of bullets with special abilities."
A woman whose face was completely shrouded in shadow spoke. "The weapon is a saw spear with an intricate structure that can change form, transforming into a saw and a long spear. 20 pounds.
There are 20 bullets total. Ten are inscribed with Sun domain runes and can exorcise evil.
Ten are inscribed with Warrior pathway runes and have tremendous power. Each bullet is 1 pound 10 pence, 30 pounds total."
Isn't this exactly what I want? Perfect to go with my "Revolver of Luck"!
Silas thought.
"I'll take the bullets."
He immediately said.
"What a guy with money to burn."
The fat apothecary muttered quietly. "Actually wasting money on a bunch of things with an expiration date."
Although these words were somewhat bitter and mean, Silas heard that he was reminding him to be careful not to get scammed.
"Hey! Don't interfere with my business."
The woman said with dissatisfaction. "My bullets' effects can last half a year, which is enough for general situations."
"I understand."
Silas nodded.
"To prove my bullets are reliable, this transaction will be witnessed by Old Mr. 'Eye of Wisdom.'"
Seeing that Silas hadn't changed his mind, the woman relaxed slightly.
Through the attendant, she sent an iron box to the hands of the old man in the center. He sat in a separate armchair and was the only Sequence 7 at this gathering.
The old man, code-named "Eye of Wisdom," took out a ring inlaid with green gems and crushed diamonds from his pocket, put it on his hand, then closed his eyes. Golden light bloomed from his body.
As his hand pressed on the iron box, that light became increasingly pure, finally forming a seal-like pattern.
"Authentic and effective!"
The old man said solemnly.
Is this the Sun pathway's "Notarize" ability?
Silas thought as he counted out 20 pounds in cash and passed it through the attendant to the woman, then received the box himself.
Opening it, he saw two rows of bullets neatly arranged inside. Delicate and intricate patterns covered the bullet bodies, appearing harmonious and complete.
"Next time, you can make more. I'll buy them all."
He told the other party.
"I didn't make these. I also bought them from elsewhere."
The woman hurriedly explained, but then she added, "However, if I can buy more, I'll bring them to the gathering."
After this, she requested the Sequence 8 "Barbarian" potion formula of the Lawyer pathway, but no one responded.
The trading continued, some successful, some unsuccessful.
"Ahem."
At this time, a man wearing a hood spoke up.
"I'm looking for someone."
He stood up and showed people a portrait.
"If any of you have seen him, you can tell me, and I'll pay a reward of 200 pounds."
Silas had just put away the bullets and glanced casually at the portrait, then suddenly froze.
The person in the picture had an enthusiastic and sincere face. The corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his smile seemed to hide a hint of mockery.
It was Lanevus.