"My needs are still the same as before, which is the radiant spiritual liquid."
Qiong's soft voice came from under the broad cloak code-named "Purple Bean Cake".
Her fair little hands held the box given by Fan Ning, stroking it cherishedly. The silver mask glanced at Fan Ning again: "Of course, you don't necessarily need the 100% pure quality of Mr. Mendeleev. I
I didn’t bring that much money either.”
The agent asked: "It's still the same as before, any phase will do, right?"
"Yeah." Joan nodded.
"The 'chi' phase is slightly over 15 ml. Let's check it out." The agent handed over a small black bottle, one size smaller than Fan Ning's bottle.
Qiong thanked her, opened the bottle cap very briefly, and saw the bloody light gushing out.
"20 pounds per milliliter, the small amount in excess is considered as a gift. Although it is not as generous as Mr. Mendeleev, it is still considered acquaintance business." The agent smiled.
Joan handed over six 50 gold pound banknotes.
Fan Ning complained that it was indeed an underground trade. The price was in the range of 10-15 pounds per milliliter, and the price was 20 pounds. It was so dark and he dared to say that he was an acquaintance.
Qiong asked again: "I have also come up with a secret fragrance formula to stabilize the mind. Perfumer, you are an expert in elixirs. Can you help me identify it?"
She took out a very small glass object similar to a perfume bottle: "This is the sample I mixed."
"Can."
The perfumer took Joan's "perfume bottle", observed it, sniffed it, closed his eyes briefly, then put on a strange-looking gray gel brace and said:
"It is conservatively designated as a seventh-level secret atmosphere. It can be used in conjunction with related secret rituals. It will still have some effect when those who know it advance to a higher level and enter the migration 'basin area'."
The voice of the perfumer wearing braces was a little strange. In addition to being vague, it seemed to be mixed with heavy echoes.
"Purple bean cake, if you researched and prepared this, then you are quite talented in the field of elixirology." She returned the perfume bottle to Joan.
"I guessed it from an ancient book of mysterious hymns." Judging from her voice, Qiong seemed a little shy from the praise.
"The secret fragrance formula is worth 2,000 pounds. If you want to trade it, you will need to charge a 10% fee. I will use some consumables to confirm the authenticity of the formula." After saying that, the perfumer took off his braces.
Fan Ning was shocked that this formula was so valuable. 2,000 pounds might be enough to help a civilian family in Uflansel to live in peace, and not have to worry about food and drink for most of their lives.
A secret atmosphere that is useful for advancing to middle or even high ranks?
Joan is not only a knowledgeable person, but also has such a talent in the field of elixirology?
The experience officer said: "Purple bean cake, if it can be cheaper, I am willing to accept it. I happened to bring a lot of cash today."
"It can be cheaper, but I only want the Yaozhi Spiritual Liquid, 80 ml." Qiong said.
"Forget it, I don't have that much." The experience officer leaned back in his seat.
The translator, who had just lost his temper, spoke again: "Purple Bean Cake, I need this secret recipe. I can exchange it with you for something else."
"I only want Yaozhi Spiritual Liquid. You can only give me 50 ml. I can replenish it next time. I don't need other things." Qiong insisted again and again.
The translator's tone was a bit urgent: "I don't need you to make several curse seals, powerful ritual tools, practical secret rituals, hidden knowledge that can be promoted to the middle level, and migration materials. Even the converted price of the exchange items exceeds 2,000."
I can pound it, but I can’t get so much radiant spirit liquid in a short time.”
"No." Qiong shook her head, "I can keep you for a while."
Is this translator eager to be promoted to a high position?...Fan Ning was a little confused.
According to Dupont, promotion is a very dangerous and cautious matter. Why does he seem so eager?
Fan Ning frowned, and many thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.
He said: "Purple Bean Cake, please give the small bottle of secret atmosphere sample to Mr. Translator first."
"Huh?" Joan obviously didn't quite understand what Mr. Mendeleev meant by his sudden opening.
She tilted her head and looked at Fan Ning. Although she was wearing a silver mask, the confused expression on her smooth face had already appeared in Fan Ning's mind.
Do you know that Qiong's underground gatherings are dangerous? Fan Ning sighed secretly.
Forget it, let's have a good talk with her after we go out.
"It's just a proposal." Then Fan Ning chuckled and said, "Didn't I pay you a bottle of more than 20 ml of 100% pure spiritual liquid? You can also think that most of it is the value of your intelligence, and the other
A small portion is the value of the secret atmosphere sample.”
"It's no problem, Mr. Mendeleev, I just didn't react right away."
Joan readily pushed her "perfume bottle" to the translator.
"I'm really surprised, but thanks for your generosity, I'm willing to pay some cash." The translator said to Fan Ning.
Fan Ning waved his hand: "I am just the proposer. It is Miss Purple Bean Cake who is generous. Of course, we all need to thank Ms. Sylvia for organizing the party."
The deal was never concluded.
Sylvia did not react to what Fan Ning said, but instead reminded her: "Purple Bean Cake, you have already attended three parties, why don't you try to participate in the commission?"
"I, I don't need it, I just want to change to some radiant spirit liquid."
Qiong, why do you need so much radiant spirit liquid? Fan Ning raised his head and took a deep breath.
"The value of my commission is much higher than you think, and it can also be converted into more radiant spiritual liquid."
"I, I, I can't." Qiong shook her head repeatedly, "I will continue to actively participate in trading."
Sylvia smiled quite gently: "You are an interesting little girl."
She turned to Fan Ning and said, "So, where is Mr. Mendeleev?"
Fan Ning said calmly: "I have informed everyone of the purpose of my trip from the beginning."
Sylvia smiled playfully: "Okay, then, a pragmatic and efficient gathering is over again. Please draw lots and stay apart."
Then he looked around at everyone: "If nothing goes wrong, the next gathering will probably be after the New Year. Everyone can pay attention to the information about some bistros on the Riverbank Street in the South Pier District. I am waiting for the progress and surprises you will bring."
She glanced at Fan Ning specifically: "I hope there will be new areas of cooperation next time I meet you, Mr. Mendeleev."
"The premise is that there is still need for each other, right?" Fan Ning smiled easily.
"This is exactly the purpose of our gathering. I wish you smooth progress in the investigation of the Special Patrol Office."
"Thank you." Fan Ning said noncommittally.
Everyone draws paper balls in turn from the bottle provided by the perfumer.
Joan was very lucky to draw number 1.
Before leaving, she handed the paper that had been folded several times to Fan Ning, and then bowed: "Mr. Mendeleev, I also hope to see you again after the New Year."
"...Are you sure you need to wait until after the New Year?" Fan Ning laughed secretly in his heart.
He didn't open the paper and just put it into his pocket.
Qiong left in a relaxed and happy manner, and it was obvious that it was because of the bottle of 100% pure "key" phase spirit liquid.
Fanning was the last to leave, climbing the steps to the ground in the dark.
He chose another exit from the abandoned warehouse, threw his cloak and mask into the garbage pile next to the barbed wire fence, and stepped into another slum tent area.
Theoretically, his spiritual sense can detect potential stalkers, unless the level gap is too large or the opponent specializes in concealment.
But there is nothing wrong with being more vigilant.
Detouring to the gate of Prudence Auction House, the time on my pocket watch was only 8:45, and I still spent a lot of time walking and waiting to leave.
Sylvia's party efficiency is really ridiculously high.
At the door, Fan Ning took out the exquisite plastic tag for the box and was about to check with the staff for entry——
He bumped into a girl who walked out, wearing an undyed original-color fishtail skirt, holding two corgis, with exquisite makeup and outstanding temperament.
Julius, a third-year violin major at the Conservatory of Music, is the concertmaster of the Santa Lenia Symphony Orchestra.
The two stopped for a moment, looking at each other.
"Fan Ning, your current interest is no longer in concerts?" Julius's mouth curved.
"Art auction is my old profession." Fan Ning looked into her eyes and smiled lightly.