In the blink of an eye, a whole day had passed, and there was no news from Narlyd.
Two whole days had passed, and still, there was no news from Narlyd.
By the time three whole days had passed, and Narlyd was still missing, Richard had virtually lost all hope.
This was, in fact, expected. He had not exaggerated when describing how rare molybdenite was. At least in the entirety of Florence, it was very difficult to obtain; even Sherlock didn't have any.
He had spent nearly a whole week searching with no success; for Narlyd to find some within half a week would require not just effort but also some luck.
And luck was obviously not so easy to come by; without any surprises, it was likely that the other party wouldn't be able to find molybdenite.
In that case, he might have to turn to the underground black market or some unorthodox auctions; after all, molybdenite was a vital mineral for his research, and it would be somewhat troublesome to operate without it.
