"That's exactly what I want to know. Do you remember his name?" Klein immediately asked.

Swain shook his head with a chuckle: "I won't ask my customers' names and identities, unless they are known from the beginning, such as Old Neil."

"Alright." Klein expressed a little frustration on purpose.

It didn't matter to him whether Swain knew about it or not, because he could go to the Dwyer Library and investigate.

Borrowing books in this kind of privately donated library will inevitably leave personal information, and it still has enough credibility!

You know, Klein got his library card by relying on the introduction letter with the seal of the senior associate professor.

Even if that gentleman falsified the information, there is a high possibility of leaving clues, which will help me in divination... Klein watched Swain walk towards the bar and enter the billiard room thoughtfully.

He was not in a hurry to go to the Deville Library to investigate, and planned to complete the purchase first. After all, no one can tell whether there will be danger in the future, and whether there is a need to use ritual magic.

After passing through several rooms, Klein entered the underground trading market. At this time, the stalls and customers were quite scarce, and it was obvious that it had not yet reached the peak stage.

He had just taken a step forward when he suddenly saw the "monster" Ademisor who said he smelled like death last time standing in the corner.

The young man with a pale face and a frightening and crazy look in his loose eyes also noticed something and looked over.

When their eyes met, Ademisor suddenly covered his face with his hand, and leaned against the corner in panic, moving step by step.

Soon, he moved to the side door and staggered out.

"Is this necessary? Isn't it because you almost blinded your eyes last time... But I didn't do anything... Really, it's like I'm a big devil." Klein's expression was slightly stiff.

He shook his head and smiled, and stopped thinking about the "monster". He came to the booth that had been set up, and began to choose and buy purposefully.

Half an hour later, Klein used up most of his private money, several pounds.

Counting the remaining 3 pounds 17 soli banknotes on his body, he touched the metal bottles in the small pocket inside the black windbreaker with distress and satisfaction.

"This is the 'Amanda' hydrosol Ms. Daly used."

"This is the powder mixed with the bark and leaves of the dragon-marked tree."

"The essential oil extracted from the deep sleep flower."

"Dried chamomile petals."

"This is the 'Holy Night Powder' I just prepared with the ingredients myself."

...

Klein recalled the items contained in each small pocket over and over again, so as not to be in a hurry and not find the materials he wanted in an emergency.

Relying on his special skills in the mysterious field, he quickly completed his memory and walked towards the exit.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a slightly familiar figure.

This is a young lady wearing a light green light long dress, her black hair is soft and shiny, her face is round, her eyes are slender, her appearance is sweet, and her temperament is gentle.

Is it the lady who was trembling abnormally last time? She seemed to be fine... I didn't expect that she was also a mystic lover... Klein slowed down, thought for a few seconds, and finally remembered who the other party was.

He had to admit that, apart from "Justice" who couldn't see her face clearly at the moment, this young lady was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen after traveling to another world.

The sweet and gentle lady stood in front of a booth selling occult books, squatted down in a slightly disrespectful manner, and rubbed an ancient book with her fingers. JrNovels.com