Perhaps because the first two transactions were too large, the party fell into dead silence again, with no one saying a word.
It wasn't until the party was about to end that the man who seemed to be the "pharmacist" who had spoken at the beginning spoke with a slight hesitation.
"Does any of you have the medulla crystal of the 'Elf Spring', or any related information?"
His voice was not quiet, and while shouting, he kept moving in the direction of Klein and "Bishop Rose."
These two are both new faces at the party, so they might have resources in this area.
But unfortunately, no one responded.
Klein crossed his hands and held the golden relief on the top of the chain-blade cane, his eyes behind the iron mask calm.
"Elf Spring", also known as "Sonia Golden Spring", is an extraordinary material monopolized by local forces. If it is just the spring water of the Golden Spring, this is not something difficult to obtain, but if it is the medulla crystallization of the spring water
, this kind of item that is restricted from being exported every year can only be encountered in local transactions.
In order to stabilize the gathering today, the old man "Eye of Wisdom" who had already bought the corresponding sealed item of "Psychic" with blood, smiled in a low voice and joked:
"Perhaps you can try going to Sunia Island. The gangs there should be able to solve the problems that bother you."
Although this sentence is a casual joke, it points out the most convenient method to the point.
For most extraordinary people, if one ticket can find the extraordinary characteristics they need, then this is not something worth caring about, and it can even be said to be a good deal.
Soon, a few scattered transactions were brought up and quickly aborted. The convener of the party, Mr. "Eye of Wisdom", clapped his hands and said in a low voice:
"Let's get here first today. As usual, we will leave one by one, leaving three minutes apart from each other."
His eyes swept over and stopped at Klein first.
"you go first."
Should I leave first? Klein was a little surprised, but then he felt relieved. He left his seat calmly and followed the waiter, and walked out of the living room.
Is this because he is afraid that someone will directly rob or murder other members after leaving the party? Yes, if the strength allows, this is much faster than finding ways to make money... Klein cursed and took off the black robe on his body, handing him over casually.
Gave it to the tall waiter on the side.
The man's attitude now is completely different from Klein's attitude when he first arrived at the party. Selling a piece of Sequence Seven Extraordinary properties has changed his views, and of course the views of other participants.
In fact, the most attractive person compared to me is the "Rose Bishop", but no one should have the courage to provoke her. On the contrary, I have not directly shown my strength, so I am indeed a good target... I am the first
I guess the "Bishop Rose" was the last one to leave, but the first one left was to protect me, and the last one she left was to protect the participants...
Klein walked out of the house and breathed in the cold and humid air of Backlund. After walking a few steps, he saw Kaspars limping towards him.
He stopped his legs that were moving with difficulty, looked at Klein who was not missing any arms or legs, and was actually carrying a cane. He nodded slightly and said not too surprised:
"It seems you bought what you wanted."
As he spoke, as the distance between the two shortened, he caught a glimpse of the sudden bulge under Klein's coat, and frowned a few times.
They walked through the kitchen in silence without talking, and arrived at the door of the house of cards deep in the bar amidst the cheers and barking of fighting dogs in the bar.
The two of them stared at the ordinary wooden door in silence, saying nothing for a while.
After a few seconds, Kaspars, who had horrific scars on his face, twitched his red nose and took the initiative to say sideways:
"This is your deal, I will not participate."
"Thank you." Klein, who was very satisfied with today's party, smiled slightly. His hand in his pocket was stroking the cold and soft Azik copper whistle. The corners of his mouth were raised, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were narrowed. He looked very gentle.
Although he was worried that Mr. Azik's copper whistle would cause the opponent's living corpse to lose control, due to the special period, he did not dare to store the copper whistle above the gray fog and could only carry it with him.
Maybe I can use a method to isolate the influence of this copper whistle on reality, and then turn it on when it is useful... I remember that the spiritual wall can effectively block the influence of some items, I can try it another day
...Klein took out his left hand, clenched it into a fist, and tapped it lightly a few times.
Upon seeing this, Caspars left the door of the House of Cards and returned to the corridor.
After a few seconds, a low response came from the quiet house of cards.
"Enter."
Ha... The smile on Klein's lips became even bigger. He unscrewed the door handle, lit his chain-blade cane, and walked in with a relaxed gait, feeling more confident than last time.
The scenery in the card room was not much different from what Klein saw last time. One after another, the living corpses with bloodless faces and even blue-black skin were looking at him silently, with empty eyes.
They were holding playing cards in their hands or holding chips used to represent the amount of money. They were a little sparse, but their positions were very elegant and they surrounded Maric who was sitting facing the gate.
There was malice and madness hidden in his eyes, and his whole person seemed to be at the critical point of irritability, but it was only by holding on to him that he did not explode on the spot.
No wonder the "Rose School" is called a cult. The changes brought about by this sequence do not look like a good person... After all, Klein wanted to ask for help, and did not directly find a seat like he usually does to maintain his personality.
Instead of sitting down, he took the initiative to stand on the empty side of the card table and said in a mellow voice:
"I can pay the 1,000 pounds now. I don't know when the friend you mentioned can start protecting me."
Maric, who was not in a good mental state and felt a little inconsistent at the same time, glanced at the living corpse he controlled, blinked his eyes surrounded by dark circles, and restrained his voice and said:
"I need to see the cash first."
Klein did not hesitate, but his movements were still a little slow. He silently took out the canvas bag that Mr. "Eye of Wisdom" had prepared in advance from his coat, counted a thousand pounds and took it out.
This is not Crane Moretti's style, but it is Sherlock Moriarty's style.
He placed a stack of gold pounds tied with paper strips on the card table, pushed them past the living corpses, and pushed them directly into Maric's hands.
Seeing Maric, who was only wearing a white shirt and a black vest, slowly checking the gold pounds, Klein took the initiative and asked:
"How about it, I think there should be no problem."
"Not bad." The pale Maric rubbed his eyes and replied in a deep voice, "Protection starts from now on."
Now? Klein turned around suddenly, but found that there was no one behind him. He quickly looked around the room, and could only see the living corpse in the "standby" state, and Maric, who seemed not to be in a good mental state.
Klein, who didn't find anything, silently turned on his spiritual vision, but still found nothing.
Are you trying to lie to me? Or are you saying that your so-called friends are you, or these living corpses of yours? Klein looked at Maric, who was still sitting in his seat. His left hand holding the cane had already touched the mechanism, and he adjusted his wrist to adjust it at any time.
You can throw out a beautiful whip flower.
When he was still in the Nighthawks squad, he had already learned the basic usage of various weapons from Mr. Gawain.
Although he is not very skilled with the whip, but combined with the ability of the magical item itself, he can still deal a certain amount of damage, which is enough for Klein to leave here.
But because he did the divination in advance, Klein knew that the other party was not lying to him.
He gave Maric a deep look before walking out of the room and leaving the card room that was obscured by the corridor.
Bang! The wooden door was tightly closed. While walking, Klein seemed to hear inconspicuous noises coming from the direction of the card room, as if something heavy was hitting the table.
There was a muffled sound.
Will those living corpses lose control as soon as I leave... A bad thought came to Klein's mind, and he stretched his left hand into his pocket again.
Although he was really not happy with this feeling of being in the fog, and was dissatisfied that he could not see the bodyguards he hired, but as soon as he left, a zombie riot broke out on the other party's territory. What did he think of Sherlock Moriarty?
There will be an extra cautious comment on the reviews.
That is to say, not many people know this identity... He turned a corner and saw Caspars and Ian sitting together. The two did not communicate, but were separated by a distance, silently talking to each other in their hands.
Drinks.
Milk...Klein stood on tiptoe to see what the name of his assistant's quilt was. He sighed, unable to express anything on his face, but he smiled and shook his head in his heart.
He tapped on the edge of the bar table skillfully, attracting Ian's attention.
"Mr. Moriarty!" The big boy wearing a round felt hat suddenly came to life, and his bright red eyes flashed with a light symbolizing anger.
He drank the remaining milk in his hand in several sips and took the initiative to come over.
Caspars, who was silently drinking an unknown beer, also turned his head, looked at Klein's expression of sadness, nodded and asked:
"Maric agreed to your request?"
Because he was not qualified to enter the Beyonder gathering, he did not know that Klein had sold a copy of Sequence Seven Beyonder characteristics several times and became a powerful person in the eyes of the attendees.
"The bodyguards have already started working." Because he didn't know where the bodyguards were, he could only reply like this, pretending to be profound, and nodded slightly.
He felt the stiffness of the muscles on his face, and a serious question suddenly came to his mind.
If the bodyguards Maric mentioned have really started their mission, they can silently protect their own safety by not showing up.
So what should I do if I encounter a time when I need to use gray fog to solve it, if I have to take off my human skin mask at night, or if I happen to catch up with a member of the Tarot Society to pray?