There were already a number of entries on the blackboard, and the price of the spiritual materials for sale was between 10 and 200 gold pounds. Magical items, weapons, and mutilated recipes are up to around 600 gold pounds. This pricing is very much in line with the positioning of the mid-level extraordinary here.

However, since this was the first gathering held in many days, there was a lot of exchange of information in addition to the trading of goods.

Among them, the relevant information about the church's crackdown some time ago was put up at a high price of 20 gold pounds.

And the ritual materials he needs, a piece of foot filth only costs 7 gold pounds. This material is often used in the arrangement of subsidence and hysteresis magic. Grandin prepares to pack up all the sludge that is being sold at the party.

He wanted to find a place in the corner and move a chair to sit down.

But those farther away from the metal grid gas lamps were already crowded with people.

After all, the warriors who dared to participate in the party directly without any cross-dressing and with their true image were only a few, and the other extraordinary ones hid themselves well.

Can you see the blackboard when you sit so far away?

Grandin's expression was not divided, and in the end he could only choose a less conspicuous position and sit down.

From time to time, the corner of his eye swept over the host of the party.

So far, however, Mr. A has sat quietly on the couch and let the extraordinaries at the party trade freely. He will only open his mouth to resolve disputes when he is required to arbitrate.

The sight that Grunting met when he first entered the door may have been a routine check, and Mr. A did not pay much attention to him in the rest of the year.

Still, Grandin tried to disguise himself as a serious party attendee.

When the attendant passed by him again, he wrote down the information he wanted to buy a disguise item on a piece of paper and handed it to the attendant.

As his fame grew, so did the number of people who knew him. He felt the need for a new identity when he was carrying out certain activities.

The attendant came to the center of the room after a week of circumambulation.

He read the notes he collected three times, and his companion next to him registered them on the blackboard.

But perhaps everyone needs something that can be disguised, so even if Grandin offered 500 gold pounds and said that he would accept the price increase, no one would want to trade it.

This made him a little regretful.

The various transactions went on intermittently for another half hour, and Grandin saw a lot of strange things. For example, someone at a party sells a potion that can make people experience drowning, and he doesn't know what the purpose of this kind of thing is.

That's when Mr. A spoke;

"Entering the rest phase, you can communicate at will."

Thus the party entered the free stage, and from time to time extraordinary people entered the small room at the back of the hall.

These cubicles are used for those interested parties to negotiate.

Just as Grandin was thinking about how to hook up with Mr. A, an attendant approached him and handed him a note.

Grantin glanced at it and saw that someone had made a trade request, in Room One.

Is anyone finally willing to sell disfigurement items?

He nodded to his attendant and got up and walked towards Room One.

As he passed by Mr. A, Grandin felt something unusual, as if the Mr. A in front of him was not alive.

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It was not wise to detect a strong man who had touched the threshold of a high sequence, so he didn't stop, but walked towards Room One.

This cubicle is very simple, with two sofas and a coffee table. An attendant stood in the corner with his head bowed.

On the sofa facing the door sat a man in a black robe, it was Mr. A!

There was even a Mr. A in the room!

He wore a hood and sat with his legs crossed. His face was still hidden in the shadow under his hat, but Grandin could feel him staring at him.

What is he looking for himself? Am I exposed? No, it can't be. He sat very relaxed, showing no signs of being ready for battle.

Grandin figured it out in an instant. So he calmed down and saw it as an opportunity. Isn't the purpose of his coming here to hook up with Mr. A and investigate that unusual murder commission?

Grandin straightened the mask on his face and sat down on the couch across from Mr. A.

Mr. A didn't keep him waiting, and a soft, but not emotional, tone came out of the hood:

"It's a shame that the redhead lady didn't come to the party this time. But since you were recommended by her, you must have good strength. So, are you interested in taking a commission? ”

He asked very directly, without any foreshadowing. Maybe it's because you have absolute confidence in your own strength, or maybe it's because things are really urgent.

Or both.

Grandin was silent for a moment before he said in a hoarse voice:

"What commission?"

Mr. A waved his hand, and the attendant standing next to him stepped forward and handed Grandin a folded piece of parchment.

Grandin placed the parchment on the coffee table and did not look at it, but looked at Mr. A, waiting for his next step.

If I read the parchment and don't accept the commission, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this room today.

"Here's a list, I need you to help me get rid of them."

Hearing this, Grandin could almost conclude that the mysterious employer who commissioned the 'serial killer' to assassinate him was the Mr. A in front of him.

Mr. A tapped his fingers on his knee and continued in a voice that lacked heaving:

"I live in Beckland, so I hope it will always be calm. But there are those who have gained considerable strength without being tested...... This is very dangerous. I'm not very convenient, so I'm hoping you can help me deal with it. ”

This statement was uttered by a backbone of the Aurora Society, which is truly ironic.

Grandin was glad that he had worn a mask today, otherwise his expression would have been flawed.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Mr. A said:

"These are all Extraordinary Beings who have just been promoted, and only one of them has reached Sequence 8. If you feel like you're not up to the task, you can go to the redhead lady to complete the commission together. The reward I gave was an extraordinary item that you need.

It's called the 'Harlequin' mask. With it on, you can change your appearance at will, but you can only make smiling expressions during use. And if you wear it for more than two hours, it will permanently and randomly change the shape of your face. This item will last for another year, and I can pay you in advance to make it easier for you to move. ”

Mr. A waved his hand again, and the attendant brought a small box this time. Grandin opened it and found that it was a half-obscured leather mask.

The mask was as white as human bones, and the color was a little oozing.