"Mr. 'Wild Wolf' has brought a new member today, can you introduce us to it?" The man seated on the throne spoke, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, sounding as if someone had slashed his throat.

Agnes didn't let Bernie speak, but spoke in a very gentle and elegant tone.

"'Cyan', just call me 'Cyan' lady."

"Yes, Ms. Cyan." The man nodded, not saying anything more.

In an elegant manner, Agnes followed Bernie to sit down in two chairs at random, and the room fell silent again, and no one spoke again, during which two more people entered the room and found two chairs to sit down, looking like they should be old members.

After a long time, the man sitting on the throne took out a suitcase from under the table, and took out a balance from it and placed it on the round table in the middle. The tray of the balance has traces of rust and looks like it is weighed with an irregular scale, as if it were weighing too strong acids and alkalis.

He spoke again in a hoarse voice, "It seems that the others will not come, and it should be just us today." ”

"Then I'll start today." A man across from Agnes looked at the man sitting on the throne, and when he heard the voice of a man, he said, "I'm going to sell an item." ”

Everyone's eyes turned to him, and Agnes looked at the man who spoke with interest with the demeanor of a nobleman.

The man took out an iron palm-sized box and took out a pure white glove with a little blood stained on it.

"I call it a 'smudge glove', and it can be used to treat diseases, even if they are terminally ill, as long as they do not progress to the terminal stage, they can be alleviated to a certain extent and prolong life."

"Smudged gloves"? It's a good name, and Agnes suddenly remembered her bracelet, and she realized that she and Aurelio still hadn't come up with a nice name for the poor bracelet.

"So what kind of negative effects does it have?" Someone asked with interest.

"It can't be worn in daylight, it has to be worn carefully in the moonlight, but it doesn't have any effect when it's successfully worn. In addition, if it is used to treat a disease, the user himself will immediately acquire the symptoms of a disease, which is related to the severity of the disease that needs to be cured, but only to acquire the symptoms, not the disease. ”

"You mean, you can only use it on other people, not on yourself?" The man next to him asked.

Agnes instantly lost interest in the words of this item, for the "werewolf" with a strong self-healing ability, there is basically no great need for items with healing effects, and compared to an extraordinary item that needs to be healed by other people, wouldn't it be better to go directly to the Mother Earth Church in exchange for some healing potions?

However, the other members of the party showed great enthusiasm for this remarkable object, and in the end it was successfully purchased by the person who asked the question earlier.

Agnes watched as the man sitting on the throne placed the "Smudged Glove" and the cash used to buy it on either end of the scale, and the balance shook its arms slightly, keeping it balanced.

"The deal was successful." The man said in a hoarse, unpleasant voice.

It seemed that the scales were some kind of extraordinary item that could determine the value of two items, and Agnes looked thoughtfully away from there.

The first deal was successfully concluded, and the rest of the party opened their mouths in turn, either to buy certain items, or to sell some extraordinary items, or to make some requests, some were made, and some were aborted, during which Agnes also spent 400 gold to replenish 10 "Purification Bullets", 10 "Exorcism Bullets", and 20 "Demon Hunting Bullets".

Seeing that people's communication was gradually decreasing, Agnes said in a gentle and elegant tone, "I need an item that can give people the ability to communicate with the 'mind body'. ”

"I can withdraw my money in exchange, or I can exchange some answers to questions in the occult realm and the otherworld, and you can make your own demands on this knowledge, but I may not be able to fully meet it."

People listened quietly, and no one spoke.

"Okay." Agnes sighed softly, and the atmosphere became silent until the person seated on the throne declared the meeting over.

Bernie pulled Agnes to her feet and walked into a hallway, where Agnes saw everyone in the party walking up a different hallway.

The corridor was still dim and quiet, except for the sound of candles burning slowly.

Agnes didn't speak, but walked slowly forward, the faint sound of music coming from ahead, and the end of the corridor was still the ballroom.

She faintly heard a dull sound coming from above her head, and she recognized it as a silencer-equipped gunshot.

Agnes paused in her footsteps, then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

It sounds like there was some shooting, but it doesn't have to be, Agnes thought quietly.

But this has nothing to do with her for the time being, listening to the sound is with a silencer, and the purpose is supposed to be murder. But if it were a murder, the party at the manor would have ended early, and no one would have been willing to call the police until the important people of high society had left—for whom reputation was more important.

But just in case, it's better to leave early.

Agnes strapped the bullets to her leg and lowered the hood of her cloak before entering the ballroom, while Bernie took off her cloak and put it in the locker.

Agnes let her steps look a little vain, and took Bernie's arm and walked into the ballroom, as if she was leaning most of her weight on Bernie, and as if she was trying to stand on her own.

It's not difficult, the cloak obscures most of Agnes' body movements, not to mention that Agnes has a lot of experience pretending to be weak.

The dance floor was still full of excitement, and no one seemed to hear the gunshot.

Still, yes, the dance floor is so lively that no one can hear what's going on unless someone shoots here.

Bernie helped Agnes out of the ballroom. Occasionally, those who swept their gaze away looked away and did not look at them again.

Agnes saw that the young man and girl she had noticed before were still on the dance floor, and both of them were visibly anxious about the calm that had been hidden, and it was clear that the person they were looking for had not been found until now.

Agnes whispered in Bernie's ear in a slightly hoarse voice, "Let's go back." ”

Bernie nodded apologetically and smugly, reaching out and grabbing Agnes' shoulders and walking off the dance floor.

The lights outside the house were dim and dim, and all you could see was gray fog and pitch black - it wasn't a clear night.

The horses parked there occasionally made a sighing sound, and the groom's figure rested on the side.

"Are you leaving Sir and Madam?" The waiter here glanced at Agnes and asked.

"Yes." Bernie nodded, ignoring the waiter and carrying Agnes into the carriage.

"Let's go." Bernie's voice came from the carriage, and the carriage began to wreak off.