MTL - He Became a Salted Fish After Inheriting Millions of Secret Arts-Chapter 16 phantom leaf

However, there is nothing wrong with the other clothes in the store, as well as the clothes of Wei Liu's mother and son. If they were the ones who had tampered with the cloak and necklace, what were they trying to do? Figure customers return it? There is no such thing as Duan Feizhuo in the world who is looking forward to closing down his store soon, right?

Al took the measurements for him, and he selected the desired style from the ready-to-wear collection. After paying the deposit, he was thinking about what excuse he should use to spend more time in the store when the store opened again.

The guest who came in was a burly man. His skin is dark, as if he has been running around all year round, and there is a white scar at the corner of his eye. He stroked his mustache, looked at the interior decoration with interest, and his eyes stayed on the returned cloak for a long time.

Duan Feizhuo noticed a look of triumph in his eyes.

"Dear Mrs. Willow." He exaggeratedly kissed the back of the female shopkeeper's hand, "How did you think about the matter I mentioned to you last time?"

Mrs. Willow withdrew her hand, "It's the same no matter how many times you come to ask, Mr. Smith. If you want to buy other family heirlooms from my family, we can sit down and discuss the price, but I won't sell that lamp alone. It doesn't matter how much you pay."

"Really?" The man named Smith raised his eyebrows, "The price I offered was very high."

"Our family is not so short of money." Mrs. Willow said proudly, "If you have nothing else to do, I will go to greet the guests. You can just take a look in the store."

Smith looked at Duan Feizhuo, the only customer in the store, and sneered, "Your store is really booming."

Mrs. Willow ignored him. She asked Duan Feizhuo to wait a moment, and then she changed the ready-made dress to fit Duan Feizhuo's size, and only needed to shorten the cuffs and trousers by a few inches.

Duan Feizhuo pretended to pay attention to Mrs. Willow's needlework, but kept an eye on Smith's actions all the time.

He wanders around the shop and develops a fascination with a belt. He picked up the belt and looked at it from side to side in the palm of his hand, as if examining its toughness. His fingers moved on the belt, as if drawing a certain pattern, and at the same time, his lips moved and murmured silently.

Finally he put down the belt, lost interest in it, and turned to a silk scarf next to him.

However, Duan Feizhuo could see clearly that after he put down the belt, the originally plain belt gave off a faint light.

—Smith cast a spell on the belt!

According to his conversation with Mrs. Willow just now, Duan Feizhuo immediately understood his purpose of doing this. The tailor's shop closed down, so Mrs. Willow had to succumb to his despotic power.

Smith walked around the store with a bored look on his face, shouted to Mrs. Willow, "I will visit again in a few days", and left in a big way.

Al made a grimace at his back, and turned back to pack the goods messed up by Smith. When he was about to straighten the tampered belt, Duan Feizhuo shouted, "Don't touch it!"

The boy looked at him suspiciously.

Duan Feizhuo picked up the sword in the stone on the counter, used it to pick up the belt, and hung it away from other products.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Wei Liu came out with the resized clothes and looked at Duan Feizhuo in astonishment.

"The gentleman tampered with it just now. You'd better not touch this belt, and of course don't sell it." Duan Feizhuo said, "The same goes for that cloak."

"You, what did you say to cheat..." Mrs. Wei Liu stammered.

Duan Feizhuo asked, "Does this kind of situation often happen in your store recently? Customers bought something, but that item caused harm to the customer and they had to return it?"

Wei Liu's mother and son looked at each other in dismay, and they all showed shock on their faces.

Duan Feizhuo knew he had guessed right.

"You gave Mrs. Lynn a necklace of pearls," he said. "Mr. Smith must have touched that necklace?"

Mrs. Willow swayed, and her son hurriedly supported her.

"Yes...he said he wanted to buy it, so I gave it to him to have a look. But he regretted it in the end, so I gave the necklace to Mrs. Lynn." Mrs. Willow suddenly opened her eyes in horror, "Lin Could it be that something happened to Mrs. En?"

"Don't worry. I've already taken care of it." Duan Feizhuo said, "Who is that Mr. Smith?"

"He's a stockbroker, an acquaintance of our family." Mrs. Willow's expression sank.

"Where does he live?"

"I only know the address of his office..." Mrs. Willow thought for a moment before naming an address.

Duan Feizhuo nodded, "Don't touch anything that Mr. Smith touched."

After speaking, he left the tailor shop with the sword in the stone in his hand. The mother and son were left stunned.

Mr. Smith's office is not far from here. Duan Feizhuo walked towards that place with strides, and whispered to Jian Zhongjian, "Did you hear that? That Smith must be a mystic."

Shi Zhongjian groaned, "I'm not deaf! What are you going to do? Report it to the night police?"

"I need to get conclusive evidence." Duan Feizhuo said, "The only evidence I have now is that I saw something that Smith touched emit a mystical light, but I can't directly tell the night policeman that, can I? I need physical evidence."

Shi Zhongjian pondered, "Since he is a occultist, he must have some occult books or a few occult items in his hands. That can be used as evidence, right?"

"Hmm. So I was thinking, is there a way to sneak into Smith's office to get evidence?" Duan Feizhuo sighed, "It's a pity I didn't go to Hogwarts to study, otherwise it would be great if I could have an invisibility cloak ..."

"Speaking of invisibility," said Shi Zhongjian, "there is really such a thing that can achieve a similar effect."

Duan Feizhuo was pleasantly surprised, "There is such a good thing? So where can I buy it?"

"It's in your secret realm trading house..."

Duan Feizhuo sneaked into a dark alley, saw no one was around, and quietly took out the magic circle talisman paper from the secret trading house.

He touched the talisman paper lightly, and it appeared in the transaction line in the next second.

There are many strange commodities in the revolving display cabinet in the center of the hall. Among them is a potted plant whose leaves are translucent and the veins of the leaves can be clearly seen.

"That's it. This is the phantom leaf." Shi Zhongjian said, "Keep it in your mouth, don't spit it out or swallow it, others will not see you unless you make too much noise or exaggerate Actions."

"Is it really possible to be invisible?" Duan Feizhuo's tone was not so much surprise, but panic. How many incredible things are there in this world?

"Of course not." Shi Zhongjian's tone was full of pity, as if he was a monkey whose intelligence was so low that he couldn't understand human speech, "It's just to make others ignore you. It's like—if there is a peerless beauty walking on the street , then the vulgar fans next to him will naturally have no sense of existence. Probably this is the principle."

"Then Z can also have the same effect. As long as I stand next to him, I will automatically become a vulgar fan." Duan Feizhuo said sourly.

He was still brooding over Louisa's "But you said he was a handsome young man."

He opened the display case, grabbed a phantom leaf and put it in his mouth. A smell of mothballs mixed with soapy water immediately filled his mouth. He almost vomited, knowing that his taste buds have been tested by bibimbap with ashes and dark dishes.

"Does uncle use this a lot too?" he asked tearfully.

"Not often. Because a phantom leaf costs fifty pounds, and he can't bear it."

Although Duan Feizhuo didn't plan to run a trading house, he still felt a little heartache when he heard that he was only paid fifty pounds for just such a grab.

Meanwhile, in the real world.

In the narrow and cramped dark alley, a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was poking his head out.

He is Al, the son of Mrs. Willow. A strange young customer came to the store just now and asked them not to touch the things Mr. Smith touched. What's the point?

Speaking of which, Al already felt that Mr. Smith was not kind. In order to get the treasure in his mother's hand, he has been pestering his mother endlessly.

But who is that strange young guest? If they are not allowed to touch the products in the store, how can they still do business?

Afraid that he would harm his mother, Al decided to follow him quietly.

But when following this alley, the young guest suddenly disappeared.

The alley is a dead end, surrounded by high walls, where can he go?

There was nothing here except a blank sheet of paper on the ground.

Al picked up the blank piece of paper and read it over and over several times. I thought there was something written on the paper, but no matter how I looked at it, it was an ordinary piece of paper.

It's such a bad day that people litter.

Al shook his head, and threw the piece of paper into the trash can by the side of the road in a kind manner.

This place is quite close to Mr. Smith's office. Could that young guest be a mystic like Mr. Smith?

That would explain why he disappeared from the dead end. There must be a way for the mystic to get over those high walls around him.

It was too unusual for two mystics to come to his shop one after the other. He must figure out the real purpose of those two people! After his father died, he was the only man in the family, and he had to protect his mother!

The little man clenched his fists, puffed out his chest, and left the alley aggressively.

Duan Feizhuo stepped out of the secret trading house, and then... fell into the trash can.

Sitting in the trash can and looking up at the sky, he felt as if he had become a famous British dish.

"...Sword in the Stone, why am I here?" He asked desperately.

"You have to ask yourself! Where did you put the magic circle talisman paper when you entered the trading house, then it will appear there when you leave."

"But I clearly remember..." Duan Feizhuo scratched his head.

Maybe the talisman was blown into the trash can by the wind!

He climbed out of the trash can and dusted himself off. As luck would have it, there was nothing in the barrel but him, so he didn't pick up any bad smells.

He sighed, and vowed to himself that after finishing this matter, he would never get involved in the conflicts and disputes among the mystics. He wants to go back to No. 49, Franchise Square, and be a happy salted fish who doesn't care about worldly affairs.