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Gerald Crawford:The Secretly Rich Man (Invisible or Poorest) Chapter 1107

Gerald thought carefully about the two sentences. ‘Reborn in heaven beside the red spider lily…’ And then there

was some dragon who would appear near the crossing of blood…

…Wait. The crossing of blood? Crawford?!

Gerald was completely astonished at this point. He had honestly been actively refusing to believe that someone

actually had the capability of breaking through all the limits and mastering the act of going back and forth between

ancient and modern times. However, no matter how much he wanted to continue denying the possibility,

everything he had found was simply hinting that all this was real.

“You know, my ancestors deduced that the person in the painting—once he was reborn—would most probably bear

the surname of Crawford… While you certainly look like the person in the portrait, I wonder about your surname…

If it truly is Crawford, then you’re definitely the one we’ve been waiting for, mister!” said Wagner as he looked at

Gerald.

Frowning slightly, Gerald then nodded before replying, “…My full name is Gerald Crawford!”

“…T-then… By god, you truly are the one we’ve been waiting for! What the old beggar had claimed turned out to

be true after all!” replied Wagner excitedly.

Gerald, however, only felt his stress building by the second.

If Gerald had to provide a visualization of what he was currently feeling, he felt like there was a pair of large,

invisible hands controlling everything. Just like pawns on a chessboard, anyone unfortunate enough to be picked up

by the hands would have to go according to where the person wanted them to be. The thought of that alone was

enough to cause near suffocating amounts of stress and fear to him.

Who exactly was this person…?

Feeling a shiver run down his spine, Gerald quickly shook the thought away.

Wagner, on the other hand, revealed another secret room—though it was more of a secret compartment—before

taking out a simple, but quite ancient-looking wooden box.

Coughing slightly, Wagner then said, “This here is the box that the old beggar told us to hand to you. I’ll step aside

for the moment for you to have a private look at its contents.”

“That’s unnecessary. There’s nothing to be ashamed about… After all, nobody in the world would probably be able

to keep any secrets from him! Haha!” replied Gerald with a bitter laugh.

Upon opening it, a strange fragrance was immediately released. As the scent continued spreading around the

room, Gerald looked at the inch-tall and hard-looking golden amulet inside the box that somewhat resembled a

goldfish’s tail. Beside it, lay some sort of black pill that was in the form of a pellet.

“What a pleasant scent!” exclaimed Wagner in surprise.

Evidently deep in thought, Gerald brought the pellet close to his nose and sniffed it, though he didn’t say anything

else.

“…After being in there for such a long time, is the pellet still edible, mister…?” asked Wagner.

“It became inedible long ago. It’s an oxyblood pellet, and it’s typically consumed to help one quickly restore their

strength and stamina. Should a person take one when they’re in great danger, their chances of finding a way out of

their predicament is greatly increased.”

Gerald was able to recognize the pellet so quickly since he remembered the strange memory that the jade pendant

had bestowed upon him.

“My word! How very knowledgeable of you, mister!” praised Wagner.

“…Regardless, the condition of the ingredients required to refine such a pellet is very harsh. Speaking of which,

when I first entered your house, I was able to catch the fragrance of medicine. In fact, it’s everywhere. What kind

of business does the Yarne family currently run?” asked Gerald.

“Well, my family is in the medicinal business. We have a lot of marine medicine products!” replied Wagner.

“I see. I wonder if you possess herbs that go by the name of wiqerice… It’s the main ingredient needed to refine

this kind of oxyblood pellet…”

“Wiqerice…? Alas, I’ve never even heard about it!” replied Wagner with a slightly bitter smile.

“I see… Seems that I won’t be able to get it from you then,” said Gerald as he calmly shook his head.

Since the mysterious man had given him an oxyblood pellet, Gerald was pretty sure that the man was well aware

that such pellets typically only had a shell life of about a month… Did the person intend for Gerald to refine the

pellet himself to be used to save himself when it was necessary…?

“Well, not necessarily… Remember, I’m only the boss so I’m not really proficient with medicinal herbs myself…

Regardless, there may be a way for you to get that herb…”

After hesitating for a brief moment, Wagner looked at Gerald before adding, “I wonder if you’ve heard of the

prestigious herb auction before…”

“Are you referring to the underground auction of the Enchanted Feast?” asked Gerald in a rather soft tone.

“That’s right. The auction is considered to be one of the major functions during the Enchanted Feast! One can

expect to find many valuable herbs there that have been provided by both medicinal herb farmers and herb

gatherers who have gathered their herbs from mountains. Many of the herbs there are well over a hundred years

old, and they won’t be distributed to the market. The participants consist of wealthy people and businessmen—

related to the field—who are invited to the auction to bid for the herbs. Understanding their value, many of them

choose to pay for the herbs on the spot,” explained Wagner.

The way he described it, it was quite evident that such an auction belonged to a private organization, meaning it

wasn’t a public event.