After a second's pause, Osta, who wanted to complain, forced a smile and said, "You look really scary like this."
Osta did not respond, choosing to put on his iron mask to hide the expression on his face.
After walking a few steps forward, he stopped and knocked on the room on the right.
"Two long pauses, a short pause, and then another long pause." Lumian observed Ostartruel's performance with the eyes of a "hunter."
In just two breaths, the dark red wooden door slowly opened backwards.
The first thing that caught Lumian's eye was the thick pale yellow carpet, followed by the classical-style tables, chairs, sofas, and display shelves.
At this moment, a figure was standing in the shadow created by the gas lamp wall beside the floor-to-ceiling window.
Like Ostartrull, he was wearing a black robe like an ancient wizard and a large hood, so much so that Lumian couldn't help but say in his heart, "Can you still see the person standing in front of you clearly when you are dressed like this?"
"Mr. K, Charles is here."
Osta walked in and spoke respectfully to the figure that was nearly 1.8 meters tall.
Lumian followed closely behind.
With a clang, the door behind him closed by itself.
Mr. K turned around, looked at Lumian and asked, "Why do you want to join our party?"
His voice was low and hoarse.
“For potion formulas, for Beyonder properties, for magical items, for occult knowledge, it can’t be for love or faith, right?” Lumian answered in a deliberately cynical tone.
Lumian's voice then became low; "I lost all my loved ones in a disaster brought about by supernatural power."
This not only caused me great suffering, but also made me realize one thing: those so-called righteous gods cannot save us!
"From that day on, I began to pursue extraordinary power, and the way to forget all the pain. I wanted to become strong enough, and I wanted to make those who brought me misfortune taste all the torture."
Mr. K, wearing a large hood, seemed to be staring at Lumian without interrupting his story, and Ostartelul was extremely shocked - Charles' words revealed an undisguised pain, and his desire for the Samaritan Woman's Fountain was not false!
Only these two? Lumian didn't expect there to be so few restrictions.
He could find several loopholes on the spot without thinking seriously: "If I don't do it directly, can I use the provocation ability to anger the other party to death?" Not trying to track does not mean that I can't do something else to the target. "Selling fake materials, fake formulas, fake extraordinary characteristics, fake magical items, is it also allowed?"
Lumian suppressed the urge to retort and nodded, "No problem."
As he answered, he had the feeling that Mr. K's eyes were moving over his body, as if examining every piece of flesh and blood and every inch of skin.
This made him feel as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake.
Likewise, when you are at a party, you can complete the transaction through my waiter, or you can come in person.
"You also need to remember that transactions are risky. I cannot guarantee that all items, materials and answers are true. Of course, you can choose to pay me to notarize them, which can effectively reduce the risk."
The ability of a "notary"? Lumian remembered what was in Aurore's witchcraft notes.
This is Sequence 6 of the Sun Path, and most of the Beyonders on this path belong to the Church of the Eternal Sun.
Based on this premise, Lumian suspected that Mr. K might not be the "notary" himself, but was more likely to possess the corresponding magical item.
Lumian quickly gathered his thoughts and said to Mr. K: "Can I write down my requirements now?"
Mr. K said "hmm" and pointed to the desk on the right side of the room. "Write there. My waiter will come to get it." Lumian walked to the brown desk with magazines such as "Psychic", "Lotus", and "Utopia" on it, spread out the letter paper that exuded a faint fragrance, picked up the crimson round-bellied fountain pen, and wrote carefully: "I have a damaged extraordinary weapon. I am looking for someone who can repair it. The price is negotiable."
2. Purchase information about a strange creature: This creature is suspected to be a spirit with a female appearance, with long green hair wrapped around its body, full of charm, and can make people have erotic dreams with her as the protagonist. The rest is unknown. The reward depends on the value of the information provided, ranging from 10 to 100 Felgin.
Lumian wanted to write down 3 more.
If such a person could write the word "act", he would definitely be suspected by Mr. K.
Of course, Lumian didn't think he was pretending. He was really a newcomer who had just stepped into the supernatural world due to a disaster and was trying to acquire more knowledge and resources. It's just that the level involved in the disaster was very high, which allowed him to come into contact with powerful figures like the magician lady. As a result, he was rich in high-end knowledge, but lacked other common sense, and was relying on Auror's witchcraft notes to make up for it.
After putting away the letter paper and pen, Lumian followed Osta and left the room at the bottom of the corridor.
This room seems to be used for holding salons. Sofas, chairs, round tables, coffee tables, high stools, etc. are placed randomly, creating a leisurely and relaxing atmosphere.
At this time, several partygoers had arrived. Some of them were wearing black robes and hoods that almost covered their faces. Some were made up to look like clowns, demons, etc. Some covered their faces with rough, delicate, half or full masks.
For a moment, Lumian thought he was attending a masquerade ball.
He and Osta separated, entered one after the other, and each found a seat to sit down.
Lumian chose a high stool and just needed a glass of absinthe.
Not long after, Mr. K came in and sat on the single sofa representing the convener. His waiters wearing masks and gloves brought in a mobile blackboard filled with transaction requirements.
Lumian took a look and the first thing he saw was a request for a Beyonder trait: "Warrior: Path Sequence 8 Fighter's Beyonder trait, 15,000 Fel Gold, negotiable."
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A Sequence 8 Beyonder could be sold for 15,000 Fel Gold, or even more? Lumian was stunned at first, then he felt the pain in his heart and the regret for wanting to drink from the Fountain of Oblivion.
The Maggot he had just hunted was a Sequence 8 Challenger from the Hunter Path!
To be on the safe side, Lumian did not bother Maggot until the ghost of Montsouris attacked, and left the battle site early.
Although he later took advantage of the exchange of fate to get more than a thousand Fel Gold from Maggot, it was still far from the value of the Provocateur's extraordinary characteristics.
It took Lumian a few seconds to adjust his mentality.
He made the best choice at that time. If he had continued to fight, something might have happened, or he might have been targeted by the authorities and would have died, and he might have fallen into other crises.
In that case, Maggot would definitely escape.
Lumian then looked at another transaction information; "One Elven Dark Leaf, 180 Fel Gold."
"Two pages of Emperor Roselle's original diary, 300 Fel gold."
"I need the formula for the Sequence 6 Corrupted Baron potion, 65,000 Fel Gold."
Lumian glanced through it and understood why his sister Aurore spent money like water.
His waiters called out the items one by one. Some of them received no response, while others were completed covertly through the waiters.
Lumian watched quietly, focusing on getting familiar with the situation and gathering intelligence.
As the party was drawing to a close, the waiter at the mobile blackboard finally read out Lumian's first request.
Now there is silence.
After more than ten seconds, the man sitting in the corner of the couch laughed in a low voice, "Most people who are good at repairing artifacts and extraordinary weapons are in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. You can find them there."
His face was covered with oil paint, as if he was pretending to be a primitive man in the jungle of the southern continent.
No one paid any attention to the unfunny joke, and Mr. K's waiter described Lumian's second request.
The people at the party looked at each other, as if they were learning about such a strange creature for the first time.
As expected, they are all low-sequence Beyonders with little knowledge... Lumian sneered in his heart with a little disappointment.
"There is a small town called Onet in the lower reaches of the Serenzo River, where it meets the Rhine River. Many middle-class people in Trier like to go there for sailing and swimming."
At the beginning of last year or even later, there were three consecutive cases of female deaths there. The cause of death was weakness caused by excessive indulgence. They had no partners either openly or secretly. The only clue was that they had described to their friends before they died that they had been having a beautiful erotic dream recently.