Quenched long order

Chapter 9 The Quencher

The mystic's words didn't reassure Sauer. He didn't know how much the other party knew about the situation and how capable they were. In fact, Regis and Kerry's concerns were not unreasonable. The more urgently they went to the doctor, the easier it was to be deceived, especially on this island. Therefore, he didn't agree immediately, but continued to ask about the situation.

"It seems that you know us well?" Sauer stepped forward, staring at the black figure behind the thin curtain, "I have no other intentions, but can I ask, do you know the name of the miner we want to save?"

There was a brief silence, not only Saul, Regis and Kerry were also waiting for the mystic's answer.

"Garland." The short words came from behind the thin curtain. There were not many words, but it gave people a feeling of peace of mind.

Although a name can't prove anything, knowing the name is obviously more reliable than not knowing the name. No matter what the other party's purpose is or what means they use to know Garland's name, it means that the other party is indeed concerned about this matter.

Hearing this name, Kerry held his chest with his right hand and let out a long breath. However, contrary to Kerry, Regis' expression became more vigilant, and he still didn't trust the people behind the thin curtain.

"Then what do you need...?" Saul touched his pocket. The other party had already expressed goodwill. It was not appropriate for him to continue asking. However, there was one thing he believed that the other party definitely needed something, but he didn't know what it was for the time being.

His problem is also the problem that Regis and Kerry are concerned about. It would be best if they can do nothing.

"Three thousand toumi." The occultist set out his own conditions.

"Three...three thousand?" Kerry couldn't help exclaiming, then, he bowed his head and started counting his fingers, chanting words like "one month, two months" while counting.

Sauer recalled the amount of bets he had just heard in the boxing arena, and none of them was over a thousand. Coupled with Kerry's performance, even if he didn't know the prices on the island, he could guess that it was a lot of money.He turned his head to look at Regis, expecting to see the same expression as Kerry, but Regis' reaction was very calm, as if the money was not a problem.

"Dear Ms. Mystic, can it be... cheaper?" Regis looked past Saul and looked behind the thin curtain.

A soft laugh came from behind the thin curtain, "Three thousand, it's the money I bought from that old man. If you want your friends to suffer, I don't mind reducing the price."

"Three thousand..." Regis frowned slightly, "...I see." He patted Kerry's shoulder lightly.

Kerry glanced back, sighed, squatted on the ground, and opened the package.

Sauer took out the banknotes on his body and quickly counted them. The total was 2450 Tumi. The banknote savings alone were not enough to help Garland tide over the difficulties. Perhaps it would be enough to count the unsold rough gemstones, but in this way, daily life would become a problem.

In the end, the three of them each took out a part, made up [-] toumi, and put it on the desk.

"The money...is already on the table, er, mystic, Garan..." When Kerry spoke, he tightly held the package on his chest, as if he was afraid that the package would get away.

"In that case, I will take over this commission." Behind the thin curtain, the mystic had already stood up, "Sauer?" She called out a name.

"What's the matter?" Saul responded.

"Sauer, you stay here first. I have something to talk to you about. As for your two friends, you can leave now." The mystic stood beside the thin curtain with his hands on it, as if he would pull the curtain open at any moment.

Both Regis and Kerry looked at Saul suspiciously, as if they wanted to see something from the latter.

"You guys go out first." Saul turned his head and said to the two, shaking his head slightly at the same time. After all, he didn't know what the mystic was thinking.

Regis didn't say much, and took Kerry out of the purple tent.

As the two left, the mystic opened the thin curtain. Under the beige shoulder-length curly hair was a fair oval face with clear black eyes. She was sizing up the only guest in the tent. She walked out from behind the square table, wearing a blue-purple robe casually, looking a little lazy.

Sauer searched in his mind, he was sure that he had never seen the mystic in front of him, whether it was his memory or Saul's previous memory, he really did not know the person in front of him.

The mystic smiled, then pointed to the tent door with his right index finger, "Your friend... seems to be very interested in our conversation."

"Maybe I'm just worried about me." Saul glanced back at the closed curtain of the tent. After speaking, he stretched out his hand to open the curtain. However, there were no figures of Regis and Kerry outside the curtain, "Nobody."

The mystic touched the hair on her shoulder and leaned against the square table. She still looked at the position of the curtain with scrutiny, and said in a serious tone: "I said just now that the three thousand toumi are just money for the old man. You shouldn't have forgotten it, Saul?"

Saul lowered the door curtain, looked at the mystic and nodded.

"As for the reward for my help..." The mystic stared at Saul, his black eyes were like gems, shining black and bright.

At this moment, Shaoer had a feeling of being spied on. It seemed that he was naked now, and everything was seen by the woman in front of him. At the same time, the burning sensation he had experienced just now emerged from his body again. As the burning sensation rose, the feeling of being spied on obviously faded away, at least he would not feel uncomfortable.

"Stop." Saul took a step back, and if the mystic made any unusual movements, he would run away.

Perhaps his words had an effect, or the purpose of the mystic had been achieved, the color of her eyes gradually disappeared, and she returned to her normal appearance.

The mystic pulled the robe in front of him, looked down at the ground and thought for a while, then said:
"Saul, I need you to help me investigate in the mine."

Hearing this request, Shaoer took a deep breath and didn't immediately agree. He asked instead: "Investigate what? And...why did you find me? Can't other people do it? I don't think there is anything special about me."

"Hehe." The mystic chuckled lightly, and walked up to Saul, "Sauer, if I'm not mistaken, in the boxing match just now, you seem to... used some special abilities."

Hearing this sentence, Shaoer held his breath, and looked at the mystic in front of him cautiously. The words of the mystic, coupled with the burning sensation just now, now, he finally understands why the mystic suddenly found him. All the reasons are because of the ability he used in the battle with the red-haired man Andrew just now, the ability to perceive the surroundings.

"You don't seem to know at all?" The mystic put his left hand on his chin, thoughtfully, "Does your body feel like it's burning?"

Saul froze for a moment.

"But you don't know where this feeling comes from, am I right? In fact, what is burning is not your body, but your...soul." The mystic paused, as if waiting for Saul to understand her words. After waiting for about three seconds, she continued: "In this world, only a small number of people have this ability. Their souls will endow them with unique powers, and they will become stronger through constant contact with disasters. This process is like constantly tempering their own souls. Therefore, such people usually call themselves The quencher."

(End of this chapter)