In the center of the room, a candle was quietly burning on the dirty floor. The candle has an excessive light that is brighter than a domestic gas lamp. It illuminates one side of the room. A hospital bed with pulleys is placed against the yellowed wall, but judging from the dilapidation, it has not been seen for a long time. It has been moved, and on the other side is a row of cabinets close to the wall.
Jenkins wouldn't be naive enough to think it was a locker.
Three party participants dressed in the same clothes had already arrived, they didn't care who the two walked in, they stood quietly against the wall.
Jenkins and the professor also found a place to stand still. About 20 minutes later, 8 strangers came in the room one after another in a hurry.
"It's almost there, let's get started."
An unexpected sound came from the cabinet, even through the metal, it didn't feel stuffy.
The mortuary cabinet, second from the top and fifth from the left, slowly opened, as if an invisible person was pulling it. The figure covered in burnt yellow linen shivered a few times in the cabinet, and then he sat up.
Jenkins now understood the origin of the ghostly name "Mr. Corpse".
It was a middle-aged man with a real face, some freckles on his face, and an unnaturally swollen figure.
His skin exposed outside the striped hospital gown showed an unnatural pale color, and there were lifeless eyes in the two deep sunken eye sockets.
But the eyes seemed so bright that Jenkins thought all the creature's life was being channeled there.
"It seems that a new guest has arrived."
Mr. Corpse turned his head stiffly and looked at Jenkins, but no one, including Professor Burns, spoke.
"I welcome partygoers who can abide by the rules, so whoever brings you, please don't break the rules:
First, criminals are not welcome here, gentlemen or ladies who are wanted by the church or the police, do not bring trouble to others;
Second, it is forbidden to randomly inquire about other people's identities, otherwise I will leave him to accompany me, there are still many empty beds here;
Third, equal or slightly unequal transactions are welcome, but this is not a food market, so don't try to take advantage of others. "
There is some old-fashioned gentleman style in his words, and his accent does not sound like a local.
Jenkins moved his hooded head up and down a few times in agreement. Then, as if he lost interest, Mr. Corpse turned his attention to someone else.
"I'm trusted now?"
He thought inconceivably, his eyes moved to the floor first, and then he glanced up secretly, only to see that the candle in the center of the floor emitted a strong yellow light, and in front of Mr. Corpse were 14 light spots and 1 bubble, two of them The dots are still green!
"Goddess, level 8 bestower?"
Jenkins subconsciously wanted to draw the holy emblem on his chest, but was suppressed by reason.
"Also, that candle is not an ordinary item. What is it? What the hell did I go to?"
There is no room for him to regret, the party has already begun.
"The plant you asked me to look for last time has been found, in No. 12."
Mr. Corpse said to another black-robed man that even though the clothes everyone was wearing seemed to be bought from the same store, he could still clearly distinguish each person's identity.
"Is it ability?"
Jenkins thought, and saw the mortuary cabinets first from the top and second from the left slowly open, a man in black robe stepped forward, tiptoed to take out a bag of things, and then put something in it.
Jenkins doesn't see clearly because of the angle.
"Okay, now we can start communicating freely."
As soon as his words fell, a tall man in black robe near the door took the first step:
"Purchase dragon blood at a high price, any type is fine, but the blood concentration must be more than half!"
The corner of Jenkins' mouth twitched. The blood of various magical creatures is naturally also a common material for rituals and potions. Pure-blooded dragons have long disappeared into the long river of history together with those mythical races. Existing dragon-blooded creatures, such as bipedal dragons and flame-tailed dragon horses, are all hybrid creatures mixed with dragon blood. But even if there is a word of dragon in the name of the material, the price of this material will increase ten times.
When Jenkins selected abilities in the church, he saw a powerful ability in white: [Micro-Effect Dragon's Blood Enhancement], which can greatly improve the quality of the body and surpass the limits of human beings. But the old man warned him that at least 20 pints of seventy percent dragon's blood was needed for the ceremony of obtaining this ability, and the church would not provide it. And even if Jenkins's family property is packaged and sold together, it will not be exchanged for even a thousandth.
After Jenkins heard about the so-called bloodline conversion chain ability, he also guessed whether this might be one of them.
There was a moment of silence in the dark morgue, and just when Jenkins thought the deal would fail, the man in black beside him spoke unexpectedly:
"Red-eyed magma lizard blood, 5 pints, red dragon blood concentration 52.3%, what do you get for it?"
"Shares, I have some anonymous shares in the forestry company in the northern forest of the Cheslan Kingdom."
The two had a brief exchange, and the deal was actually concluded like this. Witnessed by Mr. Corpse, they exchanged sheepskin water bags and document bags. Based on Jenkins' poor knowledge, the value of those shares should exceed 30,000 pounds!
Among the people Jenkins is familiar with, probably only Miss Mihail and the old man have this kind of family background.
As the silent people spoke out one by one, several more deals were struck.
Jenkins gradually understood that compared with the party organized by Mr. Hood, the party here was completely centered on Mr. Corpse. Everyone fully trusted his reputation and believed that he could judge the content of the transaction impartially. In Mr. Hood's party, all party participants are on the same level, and how to trade depends entirely on oneself.
But Jenkins still likes Mr. Hood's party, not only because the low-level people there are less threatening to him, but also because the way those people get along is more like friends.
Considering that he will get the first fairy tale publishing income from Mr. Bro tomorrow, Jenkins brought out all his savings this time.
He still wanted to buy a [Star Debris] spar, but no one had it. Mr. Corpse accepted all kinds of commissions, but Jenkins was here for the first time, so he was cautious and didn't speak.
As the party drew to a close, a man in black suddenly asked Mr. Corpse:
"Sir, there have been frequent occurrences of hauntings in the city recently, and I have seen a few weak evil spirits myself, do you know what's going on?"
PS: This book is not a DND series, it describes the steam age, or the story of the human world in the Victorian era. Therefore, devils and elves may come out to make soy sauce, but there are not many scenes, and most of them are the background of the story, which is the so-called "long, long time ago".