Chapter 57

“The Sealed Object…”

Aivana reached up to adjust her glasses, her mind racing with thoughts.

So, this was the ultimate trump card Shen Lun used to complete the ritual…

If she were to pass this intelligence directly to the Redemption Society, she would gain a significant favor from them.

If Nia were to retrieve the Sealed Object, its intrinsic value would be quite considerable, but it would be difficult to sell.

Whether it was the “Cholera Origin” potion, the materials for the “Plague Messenger,” or the Sealed Object mentioned by Xia’er, none of these were easy to sell; they were shunned by some churches.

Once these items fell into the hands of other Extraordinary Persons, it would almost certainly lead to another disaster.

The only way to dispose of them would be to sell them at a steep discount to Derton Manor.

After weighing the options in her mind, Aivana looked at Xia’er and said, “This intelligence is highly valuable, especially for the Salvation Goddess Religion and the Redemption Society. It’s equivalent to a complete set of second-tier potion rituals and their materials.”

“I wouldn’t recommend going after the Sealed Object yourself. Generally, after obtaining a Sealed Object, one needs to spend a considerable amount of time testing its various properties. I read Shen Lun’s notes, and he didn’t mention anything about this Sealed Object.”

“You can use this intelligence to directly seek out the Redemption Society or the Salvation Goddess Religion for a second-tier potion…”

“Who do you want to give the intelligence to?”

After Aivana finished speaking, she looked at Xia’er, waiting for her response.

To whom?

When Aivana mentioned exchanging for a second-tier potion, Xia’er already had a target in mind.

She wanted to exchange for the subsequent potion of the “Avenger.”

“Salvation Goddess Religion,” Xia’er replied.

“‘Missionary’ potion?” Aivana was somewhat surprised and nodded, “I’ll help you try to get it.”

Aivana had expected Xia’er to want the “Pestilence Doctor” potion from the Redemption Society. The path of potions like “Physician,” which could be accumulated through experience, generally did not result in stagnation before reaching the third tier.

Naturally, such potions were also easier to sell at a higher price.

But the potions from the Salvation Goddess Religion were different. From “Reformed Monk” to “Missionary,” they basically required devotion to a deity, making them the most common pathway for cultists.

Cultists, when advancing to “Missionary,” would advance faster than ordinary Extraordinary Persons from general churches.

This was because forced evangelism and brainwashing were also counted in the Replication Ritual.

“Not ‘Missionary,'” Xiaer shook her head. “It’s the subsequent potion and ritual of the ‘Avenger.’

“‘Avenger’? Tribunal?” Aivana was somewhat surprised.

The Tribunal was considered one of the most mysterious departments within the Salvation Goddess Religion, with very few rituals and potions related to “Avenger” ever leaking out unless someone defected with the potion.

And once the “Avenger” potion or ritual appeared on the market, the Tribunal would intervene to investigate, exercising strict control over it.

Derton Manor, such a gray organization, would avoid offending the Salvation Goddess Religion and would not choose to sell potions or rituals along this pathway, although they might sell the materials for these potions at much higher prices.

Even Aivana herself didn’t know what the second-tier materials and rituals for the “Avenger” pathway were, not even their names.

“It will be challenging,” Aivana shook her head. “You need to be prepared, as they themselves have to sacrifice lives to fill the data for the Sealed Objects, and not every Sealed Object has a function.”

Data?

I have it!

“Aivana, do you have paper and pen?” Xiaer asked Aivana in front of her.

Since Xiaer’s clothes had been changed and her satchel was not nearby, she could only borrow from Aivana.

There it is,” Aivana felt a faint premonition rising in her heart. She took out her notebook and pen, handing them over to Xia’er across from her.

Xia’er… Could she be preparing…

Xia’er quickly jotted down on the paper, and soon, all the information about the Sealed Object was written up.

All of this was seen through the System.

But just as Xia’er finished writing and was about to write the name of the Sealed Object, “The Glimpse of Doom,” a prompt popped up from the System.

“Friendly reminder, it is recommended that the host does not write the name of the Sealed Object… This stuff is not something you should write:D”

Can’t write it?

Is the name of the Sealed Object also considered a secret?

Xia’er immediately stopped writing and handed the paper to Aivana in front of her.

Aivana had been suspicious from the start, and when she finally got the paper, her eyelids couldn’t help but twitch.

So detailed?!

After glancing at it, Aivana looked up at Xia’er.

What kind of intelligence network is this?!!!

No, this is beyond Aivana’s comprehension.

Xia’er obtaining the Radiant Bishop’s letter and getting a copy of Xie Lun’s notes didn’t surprise Aivana much.

The former could be due to their network, and the latter could indeed be achieved through certain means.

But how did they get such detailed data on the Sealed Object within just a few days?

They must have started testing it as soon as Xie Lun put it on, right? And Xie Lun still thinks he can advance, right?

A wave of emotions surged within Aivana, but eventually, she calmed down.

“With this, I’m eighty percent sure I can help you get the potion,” Aivana said, holding the page between her index and middle fingers and gently shaking it. “But I have one condition.”

“Go ahead,” Xia’er nodded.

Aivana hadn’t asked Xia’er for anything before, possibly because of her need for replication rituals. But now that Aivana had completely digested her potion, Xia’er didn’t want to owe her anything.

“I hope you can sell me your share of the materials for the ‘Plague Messenger’ and the ‘Cholera Origin’ potion that precipitated,” Aivana stated her condition.

“You brought important intelligence and saved my life, but without the ‘Crown Guard,’ we couldn’t have killed Xie Lun. I hope we split the spoils seven to three, and then you can sell your share to me.”

Seven to three, I get seven?

Xia’er knew she wouldn’t get all the spoils, but she didn’t expect to get seven out of ten.

Aivana, as the daughter of a large family, clearly wasn’t short on money. Giving Xia’er so much leeway was partly because Xia’er’s intelligence had saved her, and partly because Xia’er might want to establish a connection.

“Alright,” Xia’er didn’t hesitate and agreed.

As for the problem of needing those potions in the future, Xia’er wasn’t too worried.

Buy them? No stock? Impossible.

As long as the simulation system can simulate the time point when Xie Lun is still alive, she can “borrow” from him.

Simulating the past is like this. Xie Lun only needs to consider how to die, while Xia’er has to think about many things.

“One question, Xia’er,” seeing Xia’er hadn’t spoken for a while, Aivana slowly opened her mouth, as if she had been pondering this question for a long time.

“After your Dehydration Syndrome is cured… Where do you plan to work?”

“Where do I plan to work?” Xia’er was puzzled.

“I resigned from the police station, so you can’t work there as an assistant anymore.”

Aivana lightly pursed her lips and slightly lowered her head, asking:

“Could you come work as an assistant… no, as a consultant in my psychological clinic? Is that possible?”