The entire venue was extremely quiet. Except for Victor and this weird Mr. Questioner, everyone else was as motionless as wax statues.
The two sat opposite each other. Victor put his hand on the round table in front of him and tapped it twice.
"I heard that the Alphabet Club is selling items related to the invisible art."
Following his words, the black snake that Xiao Hei transformed into directly followed his arm and wrapped around his neck.
"So I came to seek secret information..."
He didn't beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.
Mr. Question's two skinny arms rested on the other end of the round table, and his ten fingers kept shaking like chopsticks.
"What kind of secret message..."
"Butterfly phase."
After hearing the butterfly sign, Mr. Question spread his fingers and made a strange posture.
"No..."
As expected, the other party's answer was very straightforward. After hearing this, Victor spread his hands and said, "Okay, then, can you sell me some spiritual elements?"
Mr. Question reached under the wheelchair and pulled out a white crystal bottle from somewhere. There was a light yellow substance inside, which looked very familiar.
"One hundred Faka...and it's just the price of Lingsu. The bottle is not sold and can be kept for three days after being transferred."
This bottle was obviously the same as Adolf's bottle, both made of secret magic crystal. Victor wanted to get one, but the other party seemed to have expected it and refused to sell it.
Lingsu can be encountered in the forest by luck, but it cannot be retrieved without the secret magic crystal, and it will be useless if it is encountered.
Such a small bottle of spiritual essence is enough for synthesizing the second secret of dream nature. It only costs one hundred farcal... It is really too expensive.
After thinking about it for a long time, Victor finally paid for it. Fortunately, he had prepared a pocket in advance, otherwise his pockets would not be able to hold so much money.
While the other party was pouring the spirit essence into the ordinary glass bottle, he casually asked: "Do you know the rules of conversion?"
After Mr. Doubt prepared the spirit essence, he chuckled in his throat.
The strong man who had remained motionless moved again and handed him a long cigarette pole.
He put the cigarette holder into the paper mask, and the entire venue was filled with smoke.
"This is taboo knowledge... I will only provide it to you for a fee..."
The other party actually knew the knowledge recorded in Vincent's notes. Victor was slightly surprised. He shook his head: "I don't need your explanation. The reason why I ask is just to confirm whether you know what I am talking about. In fact, I am
Find the switching rules for Wheel of Fortune."
After listening, Mr. Question leaned on his wheelchair, not knowing what he was thinking about, and said after a long time.
"Interesting...I haven't met anyone asking about the rules of transformation in the past ten years...the path rules of the Wheel of Fortune, which connect dreams and butterflies..."
While he was talking, his wheelchair suddenly moved, and he didn't see him moving it. It just moved on its own, circling around Victor.
"First the butterfly, then the wheel of fortune... cluck cluck... Do you want to turn your dream into a butterfly?"
It is inevitable for the other party to guess the intention, after all, both parties have to make a transaction.
Mr. Doubt’s laughter matched the sound of the wheels of the wooden wheelchair as he circled from one side of Victor to the other: "The Secret Transmission of the Butterfly... No one can understand it, and no one can understand it. It is a useless secret transmission, and often
will be converted into other sexual forms...but you are on the contrary, planning to convert other secret transmissions into butterflies..."
Victor did not directly answer the other party's question, but he knew what the weirdo in front of him would definitely think of.
"You can guess as much as you like, but you won't get the answer... So, do you have the path rules of the Wheel of Fortune?"
The wooden wheelchair suddenly stopped beside Victor: "No..."
"Okay! Looks like we don't have to waste each other's time."
With that said, Victor stood up.
Mr. Question then added: "Intelligence has the same value as goods... The more patience you have, the more possibilities you have..."
Victor curled his lips: "If you have anything to say, please just say it."
The wooden wheelchair came around to Victor again, on the opposite side of the round table.
"Not long ago...a customer sold me a golden tarot card."
"The Golden Tarot Card?" Victor thought of Vincent's page of notes. "Is it the Tarot Card that originally recorded the rules of the path?"
Mr. Questioner did not answer, the meaning was very clear.
Victor then asked: "Wheel of Fortune?"
Mr. Doubt laughed mechanically, and his meaning was equally clear.
Grass!
Victor cursed the other party secretly: "Didn't you just say you didn't have it?"
"Because the deal has not been concluded...the thing is still in the other party's hands."
"Who is the seller?"
Victor asked hurriedly, but it was obvious that Mr. Question would not tell him easily.
It was originally a trading item, but now it has become trading information, and the buyer has to pay some price.
Victor understood what the other party meant, gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! How much does this information cost?"
The five fingers of Mr. Question's right hand were tapping regularly on the table, which was clear and refreshing.
"The value of invisible skills... money often cannot be measured..."
This sentence made Victor a little annoyed, because the most expensive things are the things that money cannot buy.
"What do you want?"
"A commission..." Mr. Question pointed at Victor's forehead with his strangely long nails, "You are a special guest...I remember you."
Victor guessed: "Are you going to arrange a job for me? Will you tell me who the seller is after it's completed?"
"Yes..."
"Then I hope you can't remember me..."
Mr. Questioning shook his finger: "Don't refuse too quickly... I will not ask your name, nor will I inquire about your identity and origin. As long as you become a regular customer of the Alphabet Club, we will keep each other's secrets. No
No one knows that you have been here, and no one knows that you have sought the secret transmission of Butterfly..."
Haha...
Victor sneered: "Then why did you reveal the person who sells golden tarot cards to me?"
"Because the sale has not been concluded, he is not our guest...and you have just purchased Lingsu, so you are considered our guest." Mr. Question's answer was very realistic, leaving Victor speechless.
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"Patience is a rare quality of the Alphabet Club. As long as you accept this job, I will provide you with the information about that person... As for when you will complete the commission, it depends on your own plans... But I have to remind you,
Only if the agreement between us is fulfilled, Alphabet Club will continue to provide you with trading business. If it does not bring good news, Alphabet Club will not open the door to you again until you complete the entrustment..."
This deal sounds like a good deal, but I don’t know if there will be any pitfalls...
Victor remained on guard and asked first: "Sorry, I have to hear what the errand is like before I make a decision."
Mr. Doubt spread his fingers again.
"I want to know the whereabouts of a person..."
"What kind of person?"
"A businessman, a businessman like me..."
The black snake spit out the letter, and Victor looked at the other person in confusion: "Can you provide more clues?"
"He is a very strange existence. If you see him, you will immediately know who I am looking for..."
"You don't even have any physical features?"
"Exceptionally strange guys always show themselves in various ways... Simply describing their appearance is meaningless."
Mr. Question's words made Victor's heart skip a beat. Now he only thought of one person: Wanderer!
"What happens after you find him?"
"Tell me where he is, or bring him to me... whatever you want, but the clues you provide must be accurate..."
It's been some time since Victor left Missouri, and he certainly doesn't know where the Wanderer is now.
But fortunately, he knew who he was looking for.
"Is that all?"
"That's right...a simple errand."
"Okay! I promise you, can you tell me the seller now?"
Mr. Question was very satisfied and lay on the table, scratching with his fingers.
"Are you sure? As I just said, if you do not complete this commission, Alphabet will suspend business dealings with you."
"Is it so serious? Do we need to sign an agreement?" Victor found it a little funny.
"No, no, no..." Mr. Question's tone was full of different meanings, "You don't understand the value of the Alphabet Society. You will definitely have some use for us in the future... You definitely don't want to be shut out by the Alphabet Society.
."
"Okay!" Victor slapped the table, "I didn't say I would default on my debt, please tell me the clues about that person..."
Mr. Question picked up the long cigarette rod, leaned back in his wheelchair, and took a long puff.
"I don't know his name, but he claims to be a member of the Huimin Chamber of Commerce and runs a clothing factory called Little Cotton Ball. He is short and fat and has a goatee. With such characteristics, you should be able to find out easily.
..."
"Is that all?"
"Yes..."
After Mr. Doubt finished speaking, Victor thought for a moment and then stood up from the chair.
"Thanks for the clue, it's really useful."
As he spoke, he took his hat and other items and prepared to leave.
But just before he left, the black snake around his neck suddenly fell on the round table, with its triangular head facing Mr. Question's mask, and Snake Xinzi licking the strange double question mark.
"But, before I leave, I will give you a piece of advice. Please remember your promise. If the secrets we exchanged are leaked..."
Looking at the eager black snake, Mr. Question lowered his head and laughed happily.
"Hahaha... Your pet is so interesting, just like your threat is so pale and weak... Don't worry, Alphabet will always adhere to business principles, but... this does not mean that customers can intimidate us casually..." p>
After saying that, his wheelchair carried him back to the miniature pyramid door.
Then, the pyramid collapsed violently downwards, compressing from three-dimensional to a flat plate, then moved into the room and disappeared deep into the dark corner.
Victor called Xiao Hei back with a solemn expression. He quickly left the black market, but saw an astonishing scene outside.
The buyers who were the first to leave did not really escape the construction site.
All their clothes and trousers were left on the path, but there was no trace of them, as if they had been taken away and erased by some force.
Victor didn't know exactly what happened to this group of people, but thinking about it with his buttocks, it must not be a good thing.
He couldn't help but feel fear: "Is this a way to keep secrets?"