After a second, Aosta, who wanted to complain, forced a smile and said: "You look really scary like this."
Aosta did not respond and chose 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, plus a short pause, and then a long pause." Lumian observed Ostatrull'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 eyes was the thick pale yellow carpet, followed by the more classical-style tables, chairs, sofas and display racks.
At this time, a figure was standing in the shadow created by the gas lamp wall by the floor-to-ceiling window.
Like Ostatrull, he was wearing a black robe like that of an ancient wizard, and a hood that was so big that Lumian couldn't help but sigh. Even though he was dressed like this, you could still see clearly.
The person standing in front of you?
"Mr. K, Charles is here."
Aosta walked in and said respectfully to the figure that was nearly 1.8 meters tall.
Lumian followed closely behind.
With a clang, the door behind him closed on its own.
Mr. K turned around, looked at Lumian and said, "Why do you want to attend our party?"
His voice is low and hoarse.
"For potion formulas, extraordinary properties, magical items, and mystical knowledge, it can't be for love or faith, right?" Lumian deliberately answered in a cynical tone.
Lumian's voice immediately became deeper; "In a disaster caused by extraordinary power, I lost all my relatives."
This not only made me suffer painful torture, but also made me understand one thing: those so-called righteous gods cannot save us!
"From that day on, I began to pursue extraordinary power and a way to forget all the pain. I wanted to become strong enough, and I wanted those who gave me misfortune to taste all the torture."
Mr. K, who was wearing a big hood, seemed to be staring at Lumian without interrupting his story. Ostatrull was extremely shocked when he heard it - there was unconcealable pain in Charles's words.
The desire for the Fountain of Mary is 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 carefully: "If you don't do it directly, can you use your provocation ability to piss the other party off?" Not trying to follow doesn't mean I can't do anything else to the target. "Selling fake materials, fake formulas
, are fake extraordinary characteristics and fake magical items also allowed?"
Lumian controlled the urge to retort and nodded: "No problem."
While he was answering, he felt as if Mr. K's eyes were moving on him, as if he was inspecting every piece of flesh and every inch of skin.
This made him seem to be targeted by a poisonous snake.
Similarly, at a party, you can complete the transaction through my waiter, or you can come forward directly.
"What you also need to remember is that transactions are risky. I cannot guarantee that all items, materials, and answers are authentic. Of course, you can choose to pay me to notarize them, which can effectively reduce risks."
The ability of "Notary Public"? Lumian remembered the contents of Aurore's witchcraft notebook.
At this time, the sequence of the sun path is 6, and most of the extraordinary people on this path belong to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" church.
Based on this premise, Lumian suspected that Mr. K may not be a "notary public" himself, but he was more likely to possess corresponding magical items.
Lumian quickly gathered his thoughts and said to Mr. K: "Can I write down the requirements now?"
Mr. K said "hmm" and pointed to the desk on the right side of the room, "Just write it there, my waiter will come and pick it up." Lumian walked towards the place where "Psychic" and "Lotus Blossom" were displayed.
On the brown desk of "Upanishad" and other magazines, I spread out the letter paper that exuded a faint fragrance, picked up a dark red round-belly pen, and wrote cautiously: "I have an extraordinary weapon that is damaged. I am looking for someone who can repair it. Price
Negotiable."
2. Purchase information about a strange creature: The creature is suspected to be a spiritual body with a female appearance. It has long green hair wrapping its body. It is full of charm and can make people have erotic dreams with her as the protagonist. The rest is unknown. The reward depends on the provided price.
The intelligence value is determined by the value, ranging from 10 ferkin to 100 ferkin.
Lumian wanted to write again, 3.
If such a person could write the word "play", Mr. K would definitely be suspicious of him.
Of course, Lumian doesn’t feel that he is pretending. He is really a newcomer who has just stepped into the extraordinary world due to a disaster and is trying to obtain more knowledge and resources. However, the original disaster involved a very high level, which made
He has access to powerful people like Ms. Magic, so that he is rich in high-end knowledge and lacks other common sense, which he is making up for with Aurore's witchcraft notes.
After putting down the letter paper and pen, Lumian followed Aosta and left here and entered the room at the bottom of this corridor.
This room seems to be used to hold a salon. Sofas, chairs, round 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 as clowns, demons, etc. Some of them used rough, delicate, or
A half or full mask covers the face.
For a moment, Lumian thought he was attending a masquerade party.
He and Aosta separated, entered one after the other, and each found a place to sit down.
Lumian chose a high stool, and all he needed was a glass of absinthe.
Not long after, Mr. K entered and sat on the single sofa representing the convener. Several of his waiters wearing masks and gloves brought in a mobile blackboard with transaction requirements written on it.
Lumian glanced at it, and the first thing he saw was the request for extraordinary characteristics: "Wanting Warrior: Path Sequence 8 Fighter's Extraordinary Characteristics, 15,000 Firkin, negotiable price."
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The extraordinary properties of Sequence 8 can be sold for 15,000 Firkin, or even more? Lumian was stunned for a moment, and then he felt what it meant to be heartbroken, what it means to regret and want to drink the fountain of forgetfulness.
Maggot, who was just hunted by him, is the Sequence 8 provocateur of the Hunter Path!
To be on the safe side, Lumian did not pester Maggot until the ghost of Monssouri attacked, and left the place of battle early.
Although he later obtained the more than one thousand ferkin from Maggot through the exchange of fate, this was far from the value of the provocateur's extraordinary characteristics.
It took a few seconds for Lumian to regain his composure.
What he made at the time was the best choice. If he really continued to struggle, something might happen to him, or he would be targeted by the authorities, and he would definitely die. Or he might fall into other crises.
In that case, Maggot will definitely escape.
Lumian then looked at other transaction information; "One Elf Dark Leaf, 180 Firkin."
"Two pages of Emperor Russell's original diary, 300 Firkin."
"You need the Sequence 6 Corruption Baron potion formula, 65,000 Felkin."
Lumian browsed through it briefly and realized deeply why his sister Aurore spends money like water.
His waiters called out the items in turn, some received no response, and some completed the transaction covertly through the waiters.
Lumi watched quietly, mainly to familiarize himself with this situation and collect intelligence.
As the party came to an end, the waiter at the mobile blackboard finally read out Lumian's first request.
There is silence now.
After more than ten seconds, the man sitting in the corner of the couch said with a low smile; "Most people who are good at repairing artifacts and extraordinary weapons are in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Where can you find them?"
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 attention to this unfunny joke, and Mr. K’s waiter described Lumian’s second request.
The people attending the party looked at each other, as if they were aware of such a strange creature for the first time.
As expected, they are all low-sequence Extraordinaries with little knowledge... Lumian mocked in his heart with slight disappointment.
"In the lower reaches of the Serenzo River, where it meets the Lern River, there is a small town called Onet, where many middle-class people in Trier like to go sailing and swimming."
At the beginning of last year or a little later, there were three consecutive deaths of women there. The cause of death was weakness caused by overindulgence, and they had no partners either openly or secretly. The only clue was that they all treated their friends before their death.
I described a beautiful erotic dream I often have recently.