Chapter 30: Fenrir
Bourbon Street, Snake Mouth Alley, Owl Old Junk Shop.
The old shop owner held a shard of Mana crystal with tweezers toward the firelight, moving a special lens back and forth over it. He squinted as he examined it closely, his gaze looking almost bewitched.
“About seventy-eight percent purity. We already tested it ourselves,” Leon said from the side with his arms crossed.
After quite a while, the shop owner set down the lens and tweezers and said with a sigh of amazement, “You brought ten grams, just as agreed, but you didn’t say it would be this pure. I really can’t believe it—where on earth did you get this from?”
“You know you shouldn’t ask that,” Leon said.
“Other than the Earl’s goods, I’ve never seen anything with purity close to eighty percent. At the very least, you didn’t source this from him, right?” the shop owner confirmed with Leon.
“The Earl?” Leon subconsciously repeated the title.
“You’re in this line of work, how could you not know ‘the Earl’? What’s more, you’re an Inquisitor,” the shop owner said with a smile.
“I’ve heard a little,” Leon nodded. “But this doesn’t seem to be his territory.”