Chapter 417
After finishing the dishes, Pearl prepared to head to the black market while it was still not completely dark
Reese was overjoyed to see Pearl. “I thought you’d forgotten about me, Pearl. You still remember this old man. How can I help?”
“I have some questions,” Pearl replied.
“Go ahead. I’ll get you anything you need.”
“I want the best allubi, ropalery and draccea.”
Reese stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I know those, and I can get them, but the best quality ones may be hard to come by.”
“It’s alright,” Pearl said with a smile, showing understanding. “Just get the best you can find.”
“Someb*dy is selling high-quality ingredients today. He usually has good stuff. Would you like me to introduce you?” Reese suggested.
Pearl’s eyes lit up. “That would be great! I also need a few other items from them.”
Reese nodded and made a quick call. Soon, a well-built man in his forties or fifties, dressed in black, approached them. He had a confident stride and a somewhat familiar face, which Pearl found intriguing.
She couldn’t help but think about where she had seen that face before, but it seemed absurd.
“Hello, may I know your name, please?” Pearl asked politely.
The man looked at Richard with a twinkle in his eyes. “Call me Harrison.”
“Mister Harrison, I’d like to purchase the best allubi, ropalery, draccea, and if possible, the best medication for improving blood cell regeneration.”
Harrison frowned. “Are you planning to perform blood cleansing?”
The blood cleansing method was a secret concoction passed down for hundreds of years. The only person who could make it was Simon Freeman.
It was used to clean a patient’s blood and restore it to its previous state. All the ingredients were aimed at improving cell regeneration. However, it was rarely used due to the success of only one case, and it had fallen out of practice.
Pearl nodded. “You’re quite knowledgeable, Mister Harrison.”
“Alright, if you’re using it for healing purposes, I’ll provide them for you,” Harrison agreed.
Pearl didn’t expect things to go so smoothly. “Thank you, Mister Harrison. How much will they cost?”
Harrison thought about it. “I don’t want payment, but I’d like to ask some questions.”
“Go ahead,” Pearl agreed.
“I want to know about the Waldorfs.”
Richard perked up, looking at Harrison curiously.
“You’re the eldest of the Waldorf children, isn’t it? I have some questions for you,” Harrison said, addressing Richard
It was only a few questions, so Richard nodded. “Alright, go ahead.”
“I’d like to know if the news about Mister Hugo not being a Waldorf is true.”
Richard’s eyes twitched, and he exchanged glances with Pearl. “Yes, it’s true”
Harrison frowned “Did he think his parents died because of the Waldorfs?”
Harrison clenched his fist. “Last question. Can you arrange for me to meet Hugo?”
Pearl was surprised “Why?”
Pain flashed across Harrison’s eyes. “Because… I’m his father”
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