Old Friend

In front of the streetfront house with the signboard "Folk Herb Store" hanging on it, the moment Ebner entered the outer room of the shop, he saw a man jogging out from inside. The moment he saw someone, he immediately lowered his head and quickened his pace.

Don't worry, we won't guess what potion you bought… Speaking of which, can't Darkwill do some serious business? After lampooning inwardly, Ebner swept his gaze and was suddenly stunned. Apart from Darkwill, who had a round face and a chubby body, there was actually someone he knew in the store.

It was the friend he hadn't seen in a long time, one of the members of the Hunter Squad that Anderson was preparing to form, the son of Sergeant Faxin, Aetris.

At this moment, Darkwill was promoting his best potion to the livid Aetris.

"This is a potion that will make you more outstanding in that aspect. It's the kind that adds mummy powder. Do you need it? I guarantee you will be satisfied.

"I know. You may be very strong, but as a man, you always chase after the strong."

Aetris took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, but he couldn't help but say in an unpleasant tone, "Leave your potion for yourself, although I don't think someone like you can use it." With that said, he deliberately sized up Darkwill's stomach and face.

Darkwill wasn't angry. He chuckled and said wretchedly, "It might not be useful elsewhere, but this is Backlund. There are many street girls. They appear outside the concert halls and the theater and wait in the streets and alleys. Some of them are professionals, while others are part-time maidservants. They have different styles. It's said that in certain places in the West Borough, there will occasionally be bankrupt noble ladies. It's very desirable…"

After that, he looked at Aetris provocatively and pretended to be regretful. "You haven't experienced it yet, have you? Tsk tsk, so you're a virgin. What a pity."

Aetris's head was pounding. he resisted the urge to hit him and said, "I don't have time to argue with you. I have something to ask you, Apothecary! What drug did you make for Sergeant Faxin?"

"Do you think I'm someone who enjoys helping others?" The chubby Apothecary looked at him strangely and asked.

"Of course not!" replied Aetris without any hesitation.

"Then it's settled. Why should I tell you? That's my client's privacy!" Darkwill spread his hands and said innocently.

"But you just took my money…" Aetris retorted.

"Didn't you spend money to buy medicine? The moment you came in, I could tell that your blood was surging, your desires were fluctuating, and your body was very empty… Young people need to be restrained," Darkwill said with an ambiguous smile.

Aetris widened his eyes as if she could not believe that such a shameless person existed. he was indeed weak, but it was not because of what he had done, but because he had been injured before.

Seeing that the two of them were flaming each other and completely ignoring him, Ebner could only deliberately cough to attract their attention. At the same time, he complained in his heart: The provocation level of this future "provocator" is actually inferior to the Apothecary's… Indeed, Darkwill should definitely change his approach.

Upon hearing the cough, Darkwill immediately looked at the door and said in an exaggerated tone, "Look who's here? Backlund's Hero Detective actually came to my shop. If I were to take a picture and hang it at the door, would my business flourish?"

Ebner shot him a glance when he heard that and said calmly, "It looks like you still want to remain silent for a few more weeks?" His relationship with the Church of Earth Mother was recorded in all the major factions in Backlund. He wasn't afraid of others knowing that he had a good relationship with the Forsaken Land.

Upon hearing this, Darkwill immediately swallowed the words he was about to blurt out. He carefully craned his head to look out before heaving a sigh of relief and asking, "You recognize that brown-haired girl? She didn't follow you, right? The poison that the girl inflicted was simply terrifying. I don't know how much effort it took for me to finally treat myself the day before yesterday…"

To be honest, this was a little beyond Judy's expectations. She'd thought you'd be able to concoct the antidote in three or four days at most… Was that too much of a noob?

That was what Ebner thought, but he didn't answer Darkwill's question. He just smiled at him meaningfully, then turned to Aetris. "It's been a long time."

"It's only a month. How can it be considered long?" replied Aetris, who had wanted to talk to him for a long time.

She felt that her adventures out in the sea had been fruitless, while Ebner's return to the metropolis had caused his reputation to rise in a short period of time. Therefore, he felt somewhat awkward, inferior, and unnatural.

I say, will people like you die if you don't argue? Ebner lampooned. Then he said to his friend who had always been "awkward", "I was the one who introduced Sergeant Faxin to Darkwill. You don't have to worry too much. Well, if you want to know anything, you can ask me."

Ebner could roughly guess why the other party had come here. Furthermore, the act of consulting him was essentially a "commission". It could be considered a "acting", so how could he let it go?

Upon hearing Ebner's words, Aetris heaved a sigh of relief. he trusted the character of this Hero Detective, and he felt that he wouldn't deliberately harm his parents… Although this Apothecary had a foul mouth.

Ebner saw through her thoughts and shook his head with a smile. Then, he pointed at the chubby Apothecary beside him and said, "Although Darkwill's words are asking for a beating, he's not a bad person. Although the potions recommended to you have the effect of enhancing that aspect, the main effect is still healing."

"You can tell that I'm injured?" said Aetris in surprise.

"How obvious…" Darkwill curled his lips before looking at Ebner. He asked suspiciously, "You actually know the specific effects of my potion? I remember you being a detective…"

Not to mention that he could directly "analyze" it, but he could roughly determine its use from the abilities of "physicians" and "Harvest Sacrifice" that he had learned from Judy.

Even though he was thinking, Ebner didn't explain further. He only smiled and replied, "I have a friend who's a 'biologist'."

"So you should take care of your woman and make her release less poison…" Darkwill muttered softly before pushing the bottles of potions in front of Aetris. He said, "They're enough to heal your injuries! This is equivalent to the money you just paid. If you don't believe me, you can ask our Backlund hero."

Aetris subconsciously took the potion and came back to his senses. Seeing that Ebner nodded gently, he hesitated for a moment before putting it away.

Although his original intention was only to ask his father why he bought the potion produced by a Beyonder for his mother, since Ebner knew, spending money to make himself recover faster didn't seem like a bad idea.

Seeing that the "weak" youth approved of this transaction, Darkwill turned to look at Ebner and asked, "What are you doing here today?"

He could tell that although the two people in front of him knew each other, it was just a chance encounter.

"I want some 'blue fox-tailed flower powder.'" Ebner reported the supplementary ingredients required by the 'learned man'.

"How much do you want?"

"8 grams will do."

"Alright, wait a moment." With that said, Darkwill turned and entered the inner room.

"Aetris…"

Seeing that the Apothecary seemed to need some time to prepare, Ebner prepared to chat with Aetris. However, before he could finish, he interrupted him.

"Call me Kyle. Don't call me by my old name until I have some strength."

Was he afraid that something he was doing would implicate his parents and family? Ebner nodded thoughtfully and casually asked, "Kyle? Is that the name of your former companion?"

"I didn't expect you to remember… I said before that Kehr and the others entrusted those naive dreams to me before they died… Since I inherited the dreams, I naturally have to use their names to fulfill them." Although he was a little surprised, she still answered.

Just as they chatted, Darkwill walked out with a small bottle sealed by spirituality. He placed it in front of Ebner and said, "Eight grams of Blue Fox Tail Flower Powder. Counting the bottle, I'll be indebted to you for ten pounds."

According to what Ebner knew, the market price of the blue fox-tailed flower powder should be around one pound and ten soli. It was slightly fluctuating, and the chubby Apothecary's price was quite fair. Therefore, he didn't bargain and happily took out a ten-pound note and handed it over.

After obtaining the supplementary ingredients he needed, Ebner decided not to communicate with Darkwill anymore. Otherwise, even with Judy's deterrence, Darkwill would most likely sell those strange potions.

Besides, it was obvious that she wanted to know about her family as soon as possible, so Ebner quickly excused himself from the apothecary. Then he joined Aetris… no, "Kyle" in the café on the next street.

After spending two soli ordering the shop's specialty ice cream coffee, Ebner told "Kyle" about Officer Faxin's previous encounter.

Of course, when it came to Demonesses, the Forsaken Ones and the Primordial Moon were eliminated by him. He only said that Dr. Leonardo that the Faxin couple had found was a Harvest Priest who suspected to believe in an evil god…

"The old man actually went to seek help from Beyonder powers for his child? Is he that eager?" 'Kyle' said, dumbfounded.

"It's a little strange… By right, the sheriff shouldn't be so blind…" Ebner felt that it was a little abrupt now that he thought about it. However, people had different thoughts, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. He only asked, "Don't you know? I remember that Sergeant Faxin asked someone to bring a message to Enmat Harbor?"

"I've spent most of the past month undergoing Mr. Anderson's bizarre training. I didn't have the time to contact my relatives at Enmat Harbor, so I missed them." "Kyle" couldn't help but ask, "How… are they now?"

"The last time we met was not bad. Darkwill's potion was also very effective. The child in Mrs. Faxin's stomach has already stabilized… However, ever since I was labeled as the 'savior of Sivellaus Yard' by the various newspapers, my relationship with the police system has become a little complicated… I might be the person they least welcome now!"

Ebner gave a self-deprecating laugh, but what he was thinking was: Because of this "fame", the benefits of obtaining information and using the shooting range for free would be gone.