Forsi looked at the note in his hand that recorded the magic potion formula of the "Master of Magic". With the spiritual intuition of the "apprentice", he was almost certain that the formula was real. A feeling of joy rose in his heart, and there were two full moons on Saturday and Sunday.
Her gibbering almost caused her to collapse completely and she lost a lot of hair.
Now the formula is in her hands. Although she has no clues about the stomach bag of the soul eater or the blood of the deep-sea marlin, she has taken the first step on the road to becoming a Sequence 8 "Master of Tricks". The follow-up is only a matter of time and money.
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Forsi still has close to 500 pounds on him, and he still needs to lend Xio 200 pounds. The main materials for Sequence 8 require about 300 pounds. Even if he has the materials, it is still a question whether he can buy them.
Looking at the disappearing figure, Xio clenched the talisman in her hand. The talisman made of unknown black metal left red marks on her palm. She turned to Fors and said:
"Are you sure the recipe is authentic?"
"My intuition tells me it's true." Forsi took out a match from his pocket, lit the note, and looked at the rising smoke. "At least, he didn't have to lie to us."
Xio didn't say anything, looking at the talisman in his palm in a daze.
"Okay, I'll go in first. If everything goes well, we'll meet at Backlund Bridge." Forsi patted Xio on the shoulder and walked towards the villa where Mr. A was gathering.
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Following Alicia's guidance, Rawls came to a more private place far away from the villa where Mr. A was gathering.
As he stopped, a figure quickly outlined in front of him, still wearing the same asymmetrical outfit. Alicia's dark gray eyes stared at the pocket inside Rawls's black robe, where Forsi's transcript was stored.
Contents of "Spirit Realm Insights".
Looking at the pieces of paper that were handed to her, Alicia did not use "Free Walker" to use "Mage's Hand" to pick up the paper as before, but directly reached out to take it, and stood there and read it carefully.
The Tamaras are grateful to the Abraham family who once protected their family. Even thousands of years later, the elders of the Tamara family, who have been hidden in the Honakis Mountains, will still refer to "Mr. Door" when telling their family history.
Focus on the family of Abraham.
At the end of the Fourth Age, with the blessing of Antigonus, Tamara and Abraham temporarily escaped the pursuit of the Church of the Seven Gods, but the curse also came.
Whenever the moon is full, terrible gibberings will continue to reach the ears of the Abraham tribe and the Tamara tribe on the "apprentice" path, and the shadow of madness and loss of control hangs over the two families.
Even Antigonus had no way to solve the problem of the full moon whispering. The Abrahams, who pursued freedom and solutions, chose to leave voluntarily. Some of the "apprentices" of the Tamara family followed the Abrahams and left, while the rest chose to stay.
However, the remaining "apprentices" of Tamara finally chose to leave the Hornakis Mountains because the "Uncertain Mist" would not protect them. The Tamara family was divided, and only the "Uncertain Mist" remained.
All are Extraordinaries of the "Mediator" path.
Although the paper contained a chapter and a half of "Spirit Realm Insights", in less than half a minute, Alicia put down the paper and gave it back to Rawls. She found what she needed.
After taking the paper, Rawls looked at Alicia with some confusion. She was so anxious to urge him to complete the transaction with Forsi, but only glanced at it for a few times before returning it to him. What on earth did she want to do? Demigod.
Is your reading ability so strong?
"You can go to that party." Alicia's lips parted slightly, and her figure began to fade away.
Rawls looked at Alicia who was about to disappear, and ignored her thoughts and said hurriedly:
"Wait a minute, I have something to ask you for help." After receiving the benefits, you have to pay something, right?
"What's going on?" The figure became clear again, and Alicia's expressionless face barely showed a look of confusion.
Fortunately, I spoke quickly! You can travel freely through the spirit world, why are you still so anxious?
Rawls stopped complaining in his heart and explained:
"I want Xio, that short girl, to join MI9. The person in charge of recruitment was at the party a while ago. He was a guy wearing a gold mask. But I'm afraid he won't accept Xio, so you
Can you help me..."
"Can."
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Rawls, who was wearing a black robe and a hooded mask, followed the three long and two short signals and knocked on the door of the villa. He nodded slightly to the waiter who opened the door and walked straight into the lobby on the first floor.
After scanning around, except for those attendees who showed their faces, only a few people could tell by the style of their masks that they also participated in the party last time. The person who traded Russell's diary with him last time was wearing an exquisite wooden mask.
of people were among them. But more of them either didn't come or changed their clothes.
Sure enough, there are still many people who are worried about this gathering of extraordinary people held at fixed times in Queens. They are afraid that their identities will be exposed, and they are also afraid that one day they will be raided and arrested by MI9 or the "Punishers".
Relying on his sense of the "Arbiter", Rawls easily found Xio hidden in the crowd. He glanced vaguely at a certain location on the second floor. The man wearing the golden mask was there. He should bring someone with him.
The two main materials of "The Briber" that Rawls needs.
Withdrawing his gaze, Rawls found an empty seat and sat down, looking at Mr. A who was sitting on the sofa in the front. The conversation between him and Alicia took a long time, and the party was about to begin.
Once again, he wrote down the diary of the acquisition of Russell on a piece of paper and handed it to the attendant. Rawls glanced at the man wearing an exquisite wooden mask, hoping that he had brought enough diaries. He made up a fake diary.
There is no problem in dealing with Klein, but that doesn't mean Rawls won't collect diaries. After all, he can also interpret Russell's text and gain knowledge from it.
Ten minutes passed, and after Mr. A announced that he was entering the rest period, an attendant walked up to Rawls and said:
"Items you need."
Rawls nodded and followed the attendant to a bedroom on the first floor. When he opened the door, it turned out to be the man wearing an exquisite wooden mask.
"Sir, we meet again."
After touching the mask on his face and confirming that it was not the same mask as last time, Rawls looked at the man in the wooden mask:
"How did you recognize me?" His outfit this time was completely different from the last time. In order to avoid what happened last time when the man in the golden mask used his accent and movements to determine his identity, he deliberately changed his sitting and walking postures.
attitude.
The man in the wooden mask took out a few pieces of paper from his pocket, placed them in front of Rawls and said:
"Of course I have my own way. This time I brought five more Russell notes, each worth twenty pounds."
Twenty pounds? Under the hood, Rawls narrowed his eyes and said with a little anger:
"I remember last time it was 10 pounds per ticket. Sir, have you increased the price too much?"
"No, I can see that this price is acceptable to you." The man in the wooden mask clasped his middle finger and ring finger with his thumb, raised his little finger slightly, and swung his index finger slightly, as if he had seen through you.
Rawls didn't say anything. He took out a roll of banknotes from his pocket, counted out 100 pounds and put it on the table. The man in the wooden mask took the money, placed five Russell diaries on the table, and walked around Rawls.
Charles left the room.
Without immediately picking up the diary on the table, Rawls looked at the man leaving and read his inner thoughts. Is he the "audience"? He picked up the diary from the table and scanned it. As expected, it still contained content related to Hermes.
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Is the man wearing the wooden mask a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society? Are these diaries internal to the Psychological Alchemy Society?
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Before the party started, Xio had written a note to the attendant asking to buy the "Sheriff's" formula, but there was no attendant to take her to a certain room to complete the transaction, which made her a little anxious. If it weren't for Buddha
She had already grabbed an attendant and asked about the person Ersi planned for her.
When Xiu was getting impatient, an attendant walked up to her and bowed:
"Sorry, there are too many people who need to trade today, so I kept you waiting. Please follow me."
Xio breathed a sigh of relief, nodded reservedly, and followed the attendant to the study on the second floor.
In the study, a person dressed almost the same as her sat behind the desk. He pressed a piece of paper on the desk and his voice was hoarse:
"This is the recipe for the Sheriff's potion, where is my money?"
Xio found out that the trader was not the man in the golden mask that Jeffrey (Rolls) said, and couldn't help but hesitate a little. However, Fors's identity training in the past two days was not in vain. She took out an exquisite but elegant shape from her pocket.
There was some old money bag, I took out a stack of banknotes, counted out 450 pounds and handed it over.
After repeatedly checking the authenticity and total amount, the seller finally let go of the formula.
Xio stepped forward slowly, picked up the note, and glanced directly at the main material part. This is the key point:
"A pair of eyes of a fearful demon insect, and the right palm of a silver-white war bear."
They were all extraordinary materials that he knew about but had never seen anyone selling. Xio let out a breath, nodded to the seller, and turned to leave. But before he could walk out of the study door, a man wearing a gold mask and a tuxedo stopped him.
This man wore a golden mask on his face, exposing his eyes, nostrils, mouth and cheeks, making it impossible to imagine his original appearance.
Xio took a few steps back, his eyes moving back and forth between the seller and the masked man, feeling a little unsure:
"Two gentlemen, this is Mr. A's party. You must carefully consider the consequences of violating the rules."
The man in the golden mask did not speak, but just nodded to the seller. The seller bowed respectfully, left the study, and locked the door.
In Xio's "fearful" eyes, the man in the golden mask sat behind the desk and spoke in a very kind tone:
"Please take a seat."
Seeing that Xiu had no intention of sitting down, the mask didn't show any concern. He crossed his fingers and leaned back on the chair:
"I found someone to sell the formula for the 'Sheriff' potion on my behalf."
Xio tried his best to restrain his instinctive reaction, once again pretended to be a down-and-out aristocratic lady, and asked in a deep voice:
"Why are you doing this?"
"Select suitable helpers." The masked man chuckled, "You should have noticed that although many people know about those two materials, no one has sold them. Even if you have money, you may not be able to buy them. Where I am
Our organization needs a lot of manpower. If you are willing to join us, I can sell you materials at a low price."
"Then why choose me?"
"There are some things that we don't want to come forward on our own. There are many reasons for this, but I don't need to tell you. And every arbiter who steps on the path of Extraordinary on his own has more or less aristocratic connections behind him. This is why we
Necessary." The masked man probably explained a few sentences.
Just like what Jeffrey said, Xio nodded to show that he understood.
The masked man continued:
"You should treat it as a commission outside the gathering of extraordinary people. I will give you some tasks and pay you accordingly. If you feel it is dangerous, you can refuse. This is a fair and free transaction. Two main materials are 500 pounds. As long as
If you have money, you can come to me and buy it."
"As long as I have the right to refuse the assignment, I can consider it."
"No problem." The masked man laughed and said, "We can agree on the place and method of meeting in the future now. To put your mind at ease, I leave the initiative to you."
"good."
Looking at the back of the figure who opened the door and left, the masked man frowned. Based on his experience, he was sure that there was something wrong with the person just now. Although he tried his best to appear to be a noble lady who had experienced hardships, there were still some small problems.
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"Alas!" It's better to accept it and use it first. Who allowed me to have only this power now? If these people can really achieve something, I don't need to stay in this position anymore.
"Tuk-tuk-tuk", there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
An attendant came in, bowed slightly and said:
"Sir, the person you are looking for has just concluded a transaction."
"Go and bring him here and tell him that I have the materials he needs." The man in the golden mask took out a paper bag from under the desk and placed it on the table.
Not long after, Rawls came to the study under the guidance of the attendant. Although he changed the style of the mask, it could only confuse other party participants. There was no need to hide these services from the attendant.
The man in the golden mask stood up from behind the desk and pointed at the chair in front of the desk:
"Friends, we meet again."
Rawls was not polite, nodded and sat directly on the chair.
The man in the golden mask did not sit down, but pushed the paper bag on the table towards Rawls:
"This is the master material you need for 'The Briber'."
Rawls stretched out his hand and brought the paper bag in front of him. Inside were two black iron boxes with spiritual seal marks on them. He took out both iron boxes, infused them with spirituality, destroyed the spiritual seals, and opened the iron boxes.
As soon as the iron box on the left was opened, the gentle sound of a baby crying reached his ears. Inside the iron box, a strange flower with a flower disk resembling a baby face lay horizontally. As the baby cried, the flowers around the flower disk
Constantly shrinking and expanding.
In the iron box on the right, seven or eight slender leaves with psychedelic luster inside the crystal form a "strange face". Under the illumination of the light, the "strange face" keeps changing its expression.
"Clicking" the iron box closed, Rawls put it in the paper bag again: