Super Righteous Player
Chapter 885 - 422: Hornheim Potion Shop

Chapter 885: Chapter 422: Hornheim Potion Shop

After Annan had regained his permission to go out, he immediately sought out Salvatore, who had been anxiously waiting at the Iris Bank all day.

He didn’t even fully understand why the Royal Palace had suddenly gone into lockdown.

This made him slightly worried about Annan.

Because it was indeed too abnormal—when the ruler of a foreign country visits, to suddenly be banned from going out and prohibited from contact with the outside world? Wasn’t that essentially house arrest?

As a Tower’s Child and the future Tower Master about to inherit the Marshland Heath Tower of Black, his status in Noah was actually quite high.

But today, not only had he not been able to enter the Royal Palace, he hadn’t even been able to get a message in, and he still didn’t understand what had happened.

This made him start to feel anxious.

Although reason suggested that the people of Noah would definitely not dare do anything to the Duke of Winter... especially given that Annan was favored by the Silver Baron.

But born from the Wizard’s Tower, where "in theory" everyone should be intelligent, Salvatore knew all too well that "reasonably speaking" was unreliable.

However, just as Salvatore was growing anxious and his tone was becoming harsh, Knight Commander Alexander took the initiative to approach him.

He brought Salvatore to the Iris Bank and relayed this message to both Kafney and Annan.

Only after Salvatore made a promise—that after hearing this secret he would not suddenly leave or tell those who were unaware—did he share the news of Philip’s assassination the night before.

This was a shock to Salvatore.

But he also understood... Noah would definitely try to suppress this news as much as possible, at least until they caught the person behind the scenes or the one who carried out the act, before they could announce it.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be good for Crown Princess Elizabeth, or for Kafney, or even for Duke Annan.

That is to say, the person who suddenly made a move on Philip, although he had killed an annoying man, had already offended the rulers of two countries with his scapegoating.

It wasn’t until it was half-dark that Annan finally entered the Iris Bank.

Salvatore immediately went up to him and asked with some concern, "Are you alright?

"Didn’t they give you a hard time?"

"... Senpai, I am the true Duke of Winter. And Philip was just an heir."

Annan almost chuckled.

But feeling Salvatore’s concern, he could only gently reassure him in return, "Although I got to know you as Tan Juan Geraint, now... they actually wouldn’t dare to give me a hard time.

"After all, even Her Highness Elizabeth is still ’just an heir.’"

No matter how powerful a princess, she is not a king.

Annan’s relationship with the Crown Princess and Prince Philip had undergone a decisive reversal after he ascended to his title.

Although he couldn’t publicly support Kafney due to public prestige, the upper echelons would be even more wary of him—because they understood the status and importance of the "Duke of Winter" much more than ordinary people who didn’t even know about the Transcendents.

"But there’s another thing you have to help me with."

Annan said seriously.

Seeing his reaction, Salvatore also became serious, "Tell me."

Afterward, Annan spoke to Salvatore about wanting to meet Master Chiron.

Salvatore agreed without hesitation.

If it were someone else, he might consider whether they had any ill intentions toward Master Chiron, and ponder whether obtaining the Wisdom of Master Chiron could lead to something bad.

But absolute trust in Annan meant he didn’t think much about it and took Annan to the "Pure White Mask Shop."

"Mr. Chiron told me before that if he can be of help and I encounter a problem, I could go to him."

After swallowing an invisibility potion, the three of them walked on the streets.

After all, Annan was a duke... and Crow’s eyes were everywhere. If they were spotted, it wouldn’t be good for Salvatore, who needed to establish himself in Noah, to be wandering the streets with Annan at this time.

Annan suggested—it was better for them to act more discreetly.

So, they took the invisibility potion that Maria and the others had used last night.

The effect of invisibility didn’t allow them to see each other just because they were allies—Victor, however, didn’t need to worry, he could easily keep up with the two.

But Annan had to grab hold of Salvatore’s sleeve to prevent himself from falling behind.

Walking around invisible on the streets... If Xitan Pulan knew about this, he’d probably exclaim "HSO."

The Crow could only surveil, not eavesdrop so easily. Even so, Salvatore couldn’t help whispering to Annan while they were invisible, "Mr. Chiron has connections with both Professor Grey and Professor Wolf. I had thought about taking you there once... I just didn’t expect it to be so soon."

"I’m just here to talk business, and I can’t stay too long."

Annan complained, "At the latest, I have to go back this weekend. I left everything in Winter with Dmitry, and to be honest, I’m not all that reassured.

"By the way... why are you still in the Royal Capital? Where’s your student?"

"You mean Feng Hohenheim?"

Salvatore replied casually, "He’s with me in the Royal Capital.

"Although I came to help Lady Kafney, I couldn’t enter the city under that title. Otherwise, it would be bad for Lady Kafney’s reputation—because according to Lady Kafney’s normal life trajectory, she’s not supposed to know me.

"People would think I have designs on Lady Kafney, which would be bad for her, for you Annan, and for me. Even if it wouldn’t affect your relationship, I still need to keep a certain social distance from Lady Kafney... Coming here for business and to solicit investments is a good excuse.

"Now, apart from some of the higher nobility with their own channels of information, and the Crow and Silver Baron Church, no one knows that I’m actually a supporter of Lady Kafney.

"I opened a shop in Noah, tossed up some conversion catalysts I usually make. Hohenheim helps me look after the shop—after all, there’s no need to go back to Heath Tower of Black for classes now.

"I was too lazy to think of a name, so I just used the name ’Hohenheim.’ Selling potions, selling simple and honest compounds, and the occasional trinket I made... Basically, it doesn’t involve the Transcendent field, nor do I deal with cursed materials. It’s just a cover-up shop, I don’t care how much money it makes, so everything is sold at cost price.

"However, I made a little toy recently that’s been selling quite well. If we have enough time after our talk today, I’ll take you to my shop to have a look..."

"...You’re really working too hard."

Annan whispered, "Do you always have to use the bank as a relay point, communicating within it?"

"Occasionally at the Silver Baron’s church. As long as it’s outside, I must pretend I don’t know Lady Kafney... Otherwise, it’s a blow to both her reputation and mine."

"...Your reputation?"

Annan suddenly felt like laughing.

Although he couldn’t see Salvatore’s expression, he could guess that Salvatore’s expression had become subtly complicated.

"It seems it’s not just them... You probably don’t know, Annan, but I’m actually over thirty years old this year."

"...What?"

Annan was indeed stunned, "You’re thirty? Then..."

The unsaid words in his sentence were, "Then why do you behave and manage things so ’academically’?"

Or rather—

How can you still act like an immature young man, all soft and mushy, at over thirty years old?

"I celebrated my birthday two months ago, as you know. And that was my thirty-third birthday."

Salvatore sighed, "The princess is only fourteen this year, hasn’t even turned fifteen yet. To exaggerate a bit, she’s of an age to be my daughter... And you too. If I remember correctly, you’re just half a year older than the princess?

"The two countries’ highest leaders combined are younger than me... Have I really grown old?"

Salvatore sighed again, voicing his existential doubt, "I’m so weak..."

Annan pursed his lips, at a loss for words to comfort him.

—It’s not your fault, it’s because I’m too strong?

Wouldn’t that sound too sarcastic...

"Okay, we’re here."

All of a sudden, Salvatore spoke up, "This is the place... the Pure White Mask Shop."

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