Looking at the materials in the box and the two Sequence formulas in his hand, Lex's first reaction was to offer them to Mr. Fool.
But then he thought, these are only Sequence 8 and Sequence 7 items, so perhaps 'Fool' wouldn't be interested.
Hmm, it would be better to wait until he obtained high-Sequence items from the Seer pathway before offering them.
As for how to deal with these things, Lex immediately had an idea: "This is a bargain for you, Kaven."
Hunters need partners, and Kaven is a Seer. Lex hoped to develop him into his partner, and these items would serve as an investment.
He put away the materials and formulas, then disposed of Bellus's body, and only after confirming that no traces were left, did Lex feel relieved to leave.
It was evening.
He arrived at the Hunter Club, walked into the hall, and headed straight for the Seer. Tonight, Kaven wasn't doing card readings for people; he was sitting in a chair reading a book, with Blue lying on his lap, letting the Seer stroke its head, occasionally letting out comfortable purrs.
"Guess what I brought for you?" Lex sat down.
Kaven put down his book, looking bewildered: "What did you bring for me, Mr. Duke?"
"Aren't you a Seer?" Lex deliberately asked.
Kaven shrugged, took out a coin: "Will what I hear next be good news?"
He tossed the coin, then covered it with his hand, only he could see the result.
The Seer glanced at it, then smiled: "You brought good news."
"You're right."
Lex took out another copy he had transcribed, which only contained the Sequence 8 Clown potion formula: "Take a look at this, perhaps you'll be interested."
Kaven took it, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately said joyfully: "Oh my god, Mr. Duke, how did you get this?"
"Don't get too happy too soon, I'm not planning to give it to you. Now that you've seen it, it's too late to return it. Therefore..."
Lex tapped the table: "300 pounds, please."
Kaven immediately stood up: "Please wait a moment."
He returned to his room and, after a moment, came back with a money bag. Lex heard the sound of gold coins clinking inside.
This reminded him of Bison, of the big man who preferred gold coins over paper money.
"Here are three hundred pounds, please count them." Kaven put down the money bag and sincerely said, "Mr. Duke, I know that the effort to obtain this formula, and the value of the formula itself, surely add up to more than 300 pounds."
"A simple thank you is not enough, so in the future, if you need any help, please be sure to tell me."
"I will."
Lex nodded slightly, then reminded him: "I mentioned last time that there was a Beyonder gathering in Tingen. However, something happened at that gathering."
"They might stop holding it, and if they do, you shouldn't attend. There's danger there. I suspect one of the participants in the gathering is hunting other members."
Kaven nodded repeatedly: "Thank you for the reminder."
Lex stood up, picking up a small leather case: "If you need materials, go find Mr. Parker; he will provide you with some channels."
With that, Lex didn't linger and strode to the bar.
Eiros wasn't there tonight, and Old Parker wasn't wiping glasses; he was flipping through a notebook.
"Mr. Parker, just give me a random drink."
Lex placed the small leather case on the table: "Also, I wonder if you have any channels to help me sell some things."
Mr. Parker put down his notebook, gave Lex a faint glance, then took a bottle of red wine from the liquor cabinet, poured a glass for Lex first, and then opened the leather case to look inside.
Inside the leather case, there were only jewels.
"I have channels, but I will take a 5% commission," Mr. Parker closed the leather case.
Lex took the wine glass and took a sip: "No problem."
"Wait a moment."
Mr. Parker picked up the small leather case, left the bar, and walked into a room.
After Lex finished his wine, he returned: "Preliminary estimates suggest your items can sell for around 5500 pounds. Do you wish to settle the bill now, or wait until everything is sold?"
Lex said in surprise: "Is there a difference?"
"Of course there is."
"If you settle now, I can pay you in advance, but you'll need to pay an additional 3% risk fee. If you wait until everything is sold to settle, you won't have to pay this fee."
Lex thought for a moment, feeling that he might not stay in Tingen for too long, so he said: "Then I'll choose to settle now."
Mr. Parker nodded: "In that case, I will pay you 5060 pounds. This money will be deposited into your anonymous account within one to two days."
Lex nodded; he did a quick calculation. The jewelry sold for over five thousand pounds, so even after paying back the remaining 3000 pounds to Bison, he would still have over two thousand pounds on hand.
However, he didn't plan to repay Bison's money so quickly.
If he repaid the money so quickly, Bison might become suspicious and realize that he had made some investment outside.
So, he would let that money remain owed for now.
Lex leaned forward slightly again: "Mr. Parker, are there any commissions recently? I mean, the more interesting kind."
Mr. Parker returned behind the bar: "There is one, but I don't think you can handle it. In fact, I don't think anyone in our club can handle this commission."
Lex immediately became interested: "What is it? Even if I can't handle it, I can at least listen, right?"
The old man's lips curled up almost imperceptibly, but he quickly composed himself: "A banker's daughter has been having some problems recently."
Lex was stunned: "That banker, he wouldn't happen to be named McGovern, would he?"
McGovern had already lost a son; if his daughter also had problems, it would be too pitiful.
By the way, did McGovern even have a daughter?
Mr. Parker glanced at him: "No, the banker's name is Malz. His family came from Backlund in late August, planning to spend the winter in Tingen."
"His daughter has recently been saying that she is being tormented by a ghost, claiming that the terrifying thing is closing in. She sees it in the window, in the mirror, and even in her father's eyes. They originally lived in a suburban manor, but because of this, they temporarily moved to the city."
"This family has already taken their daughter to see a doctor, but the doctor believes she has no mental problems, other than poor sleep quality, being easily stressed, and having too much pressure."
Lex frowned slightly: "It sounds like a horror story."
"Perhaps."
Mr. Parker finally picked up a wine glass to wipe: "In any case, such matters are beyond the scope of what a Hunter can handle."
If it's a specter or a vengeful spirit, I used to have no way, but now it's different.
Although Lex thought this, he didn't directly express his intention to accept the commission. He ordered a second glass of red wine and casually asked: "What is the commission amount?"
"Two thousand pounds."
Upon hearing this figure, Lex immediately stood up: "Mr. Parker, please, you must give this commission to me!"