When Mason returned to the trading floor on the second floor of Fort Stars, it was noticeably more lively.

More booths were set up, but the atmosphere was more like a social place than a simple transaction. High-ranking members from different worlds walk here, chatting or discussing matters.

There were even young men and women dancing to the soft music of the venue.

The ones who can be here are all C-class squads.

Since there is at least one C-class member in the team, this is the elite (artillery) Hua (gray) strength of the Star Society.

As the name suggests, there are only twelve members in the Council of Twelve, with four hundred members and nearly two thousand C-level members, and the number of core members of their respective squads will not add up to more than fifty thousand.

The D-Class and E-Class, which can only be expected tomorrow, and the Servant Army, are not counted.

Because the combat effectiveness of the servant army has always been crotch-pulling, it is simply synonymous with weak chickens like the puppet army. The elite power of the Stellar Society sounds like a lot enough, but the task to take on in the face of this organization is far from enough.

Throwing 50,000 people into the parallel world system of the multiverse is like dripping ink into the ocean, but fortunately, the stars will only be tasked with exploration and exploration.

There are other "sister organizations" that are responsible for the subsequent development of the developed world.

"The more I get to know it, the more I feel that the organization I am in is truly unfathomable."

Mason complained in his heart as he walked into the crowd:

"It's a little harder to get out of here than it is to get out of the Penguins."

"That Mr. Hunter isn't telling the truth, and while he answers a lot of questions to you and me, I'm sure he's hiding more."

The sorting hat on Mason's head said to him:

"Don't be so quick to take a liking to him, Mason, young people are always reckless in such things. You have to realize that what he does is more important than what he says.

He's asking you to go on a high-stakes cannon fodder mission, and he doesn't even hide it himself.

He's manipulating people's hearts.

And you can't step into the trap."

"I'm not naïve to this point, my dear hat."

Mason walked through the crowd and replied in his heart:

"I've just confirmed that Mr. Hunter is on our side, which means that what you told me will be easier to execute, and we won't even have to think about wrapping it up.

You see.

He used me like cannon fodder, and I asked him to help me deal with a little trouble, which is a very reasonable deal, right?"

The Sorting Hat stopped responding, acquiescing to Mason's claims.

Instead of paying attention to the socializing peers around him, and declining the requests of several drunken ladies to dance together, the young man returned to the second floor hall near the booths where he was still trading, and continued his "white prostitution".

He looked at booth by booth almost and stopped to inquire about something he was interested in.

In less than an hour, Mason had seven more alchemy recipes and three engineering drawings in his hands, and by the way, he had seen some great magic ornaments to get the jewelry processing patterns he desperately needed.

However, the trade fair for high-level members is indeed full of gold, and those high-level items that have been made from various worlds are difficult to fully analyze with Mason's current skills and knowledge.

For example, he couldn't even analyze the drawings of the small ark reactor he had seen before.

After browsing the entire hall, Mason also found things such as "Jenova Cell Enhancer", "Perfect G Virus", "Perfect Servant Army T Series", "Autumn Wind Pier Orbital Landing Module" and even "Sealed Card Face to Fight Suit" and "Disposable Bug Arrow Replica" and other outrageous things that are difficult to even classify.

There were also a few booths selling eggs and larvae of the Ancient Titans, and it seemed that business was doing very well, and the various items that the Rank had used to trade with each other, Mason, were also unheard of.

This made Mason, who aspired to become the king of white prostitution, have a bad feeling of entering the treasure mountain but returning empty-handed.

In fact, he has a lot of good things in his hands.

If you really want to exchange it for gritting your teeth, you can also exchange it for some items you need, such as the Ark reactor, and for example, the orbital airborne power armor I saw at a certain booth just now.

But Mason eventually resisted the temptation.

His path as a craftsman meant that he would be able to make these things himself, and what was urgently needed at this stage was more drawings and knowledge that could be practiced.

Knowledge is power!

This sentence is the absolute truth for Mason, and it is completely worth the loss to spend a lot of money on the finished product, and it is always a step by step to become stronger.

He has always been sensible in this regard.

No way, poverty makes him sane.

"I want this book."

Ten minutes later, Mason put down the replica of the round shield of Captain America in his hand with a regretful face, pointed to the book next to the shield, and under the slightly mocking gaze of the stall owner dressed in the dark Sith in front of him, Mason took out a Heart of the Ice Pearl from his bag and paid for it, and put the thin hand in his pocket.

Although the shield of the American team, which could not be parsed from the drawings, was obviously more fragrant, Mason reluctantly gave it up.

He looked at the booklet in front of him, and the information label quickly popped up:

Midnight Doctor's First Aid Manual

Item Effects: Learn a variety of stealthy battlefield first aid techniques for superhumans.

Item description: Right-click to learn... What do you want to do? Go for honest practice!

Ignoring the poor instructions, Mason opened the booklet in his hand and looked at a few pages.

Then a familiar aura appeared behind her, Barbara Gordon, dressed in a batgirl costume, holding a cocktail, looking as if she had just finished a dance, and her whole body exuded youthful energy.

"Mason, what did you just do?"

Barbara asked, and the captain shrugged his shoulders and said softly:

"Went to see a friend, what about you? Where are John and the second barrel? They'd better not run out of our team budget."

"John left with a lady who was so seductive that she looked like a monster, and I saw them hugging each other in the elevator as if no one was around."

Barbara pouted and said:

"Jason went to the adjacent hall, where it was said that there was a jousting arena where the members competed against each other. As for Selena and Judy... Look, there they are."

Mason looked in the direction Barbara was pointing.

In the middle of the dance floor in the hall, Selena, dressed in an evening dress, was leading Miss Judy, whose cheeks were flushed, to the melodious music.

There were many people next to him admiring the graceful dancing of the two ladies, and there was a whistle from time to time.

"Well, it looks like you're safe."

Mason whispered to Barbara beside him:

"You may not know yet, but Judy is—"

"I know."

Barbara glanced at Mason, took a sip of wine, and said very relaxedly:

"I knew her little secret when she took the opportunity to touch my waist in the warehouse. But I don't care about that, in fact, there is such a "unique" in the Bat family, but she has been retired for a long time."

"Batwoman?"

Mason put away the first aid manual in his hand, and also took a glass of lemon juice from the elf attendant next to him, added a few drops of rejoicing and refreshment to it, leaned against the stone pillar next to it and said to Barbara:

"I heard that the old Batwoman in Gotham tried to fight Jason, but was broken by the merciless second barrel?"

"I don't know about this, I haven't been in touch with her for a long time."

Barbara ruffled her long, fiery red hair and waved her hand at a handsome man who wanted to approach her and invite her to dance.

Signal that you are not in the mood right now.

She admired Selena and Judy's dance not far away

Posture, whispered:

"Thank you for bringing me here, Mason, I'm in a much better mood, and maybe I'll be back in my life in a few days. If we don't go back, my dad and Grayson will go crazy."

"Are you sure?"

Mason took a sip of juice and asked:

"You know, there's no such thing as 'quitting' when you join us, girl, you can come back to your life, but you have to respond when I call."

"I know, and I don't resist these things."

The Batgirl smiled, turned her head and blinked at Mason, saying:

"Judy told me and Selena everything she knew about the Stars, and we're pretty sure now that you're still in this organization.

Don't worry, Mason, I'll help you.

Because it's the right thing to do!

All the luxury and fairytale abundance here is built on countless suffering worlds, and without you, our world might be part of the "spoils of war", and I think I can probably understand why Bruce would trust you.

And you say I might find a new meaning in life on this journey.

Now I found it.

That's a more meaningful goal than assisting Batman or protecting Gotham.

A goal that belongs to you and to K-Team. Losing my identity as a Batgirl will no longer be a source of loss for me, and I will fill it with a more powerful new identity and a new career."

As she spoke, Barbara ruffled her fiery red hair, raised her glass, and said to Mason:

"Come on, a toast to our common cause."

"I suspect you don't know what I want to do, but since you've said so, I'm happy to have a good relationship with my teammates and my legal adoptive sister.

So, cheers."

Mason smiled and touched the juice and the wine glass in Barbara's hand, and the two chatted for a while, but they were pulled to the dance floor by Selena and Judy, who had left the stage.

The three girls tonight are completely let go.

Mistress Selena even taught Mason how to move to the music, and she placed Mason's hand, which she held generously, on her waist, and said to him:

"You're only 17 years old, Mason! Do a little bit of what a man your age should do once in a while, and I beg you."

"I think the best thing I should do now is go back to my room and finish the recipe for the potion I just learned."

Mason replied with a wooden face:

"Instead of wasting time bouncing around here to the music. I've just gotten some news, Selena, and trust me, you won't be in the mood to continue dancing after you've heard that."

"Then wait until you're done jumping!"

Catwoman said decisively.

Then with laughter, Mason was pulled up and twirled, and like a marionette, Mason was led to complete his first dance under her leadership.

He had a straight face but no rambling steps, his gray trench coat swaying from side to side with Catwoman's hot dance, and then Barbara and Judy joined in, making the whistle here fly for a while, and making Mason the most beautiful boy at that moment.

Well, Mason has to admit that it's a good pastime to take a break from work once in a while.

The evening lasted until late.

The three crazy girls also went to the big bonfire Viking dinner held by the Asgardians outside the castle and played until midnight.

But Mason is destined to be a "late-night champion" tonight.

He's a late-night champion.

He spent a lot of time collecting all the drawings he could parse on the trading floor.

By the time he left, there had even been a gossip among the shopkeepers on the trading floor about the "miser who only looks at it and doesn't buy it."

But Mason didn't go back to rest.

Instead, he left the handover

The hall of the Yi Hui was again in the more lively bazaar on the outskirts of the Star Castle, which was open to all members.

It took a few minutes to take out a folding shelf made of steel, a chair with a back and an alchemy vessel from his bag, and placed them on the table, and then took out all the alchemy, engineering, and inscriptions and enchanted items that he had just started on the road from his pocket, and put the sign he had made in front of the table.

That's right, he's going to set up a stall here.

The things in the trade fair hall were too high-end, and Mason, who had not been able to complete all the achievements of the white prostitution, was unwilling, and he decided to take advantage of the past few days to make another deal in the hands of ordinary members of the Star Club.

Mason's goal was clear, and what he needed was drawings and recipes.

There is not much difference between the physical integrity of the items used for exchange, and if you can encounter those things that are not seriously damaged, you can easily repair them and practice your skills.

Besides, for the yuppie guy in this volume, it was worse for him to waste a night of rest than to kill him.

This would set up a crucible in a quiet corner of the bustling bazaar and start throwing all kinds of ingredients into it, boiling it while freeing up its energy to make some "little cards" that looked very wonderful.

That's the "Mystery Card" that was unlocked before the Inscription Branch.

Similar to a magic scroll, but without the help of the caster, it can produce some wonderful effects, and is perfect for ordinary people who don't know magic.

Mason thinks it's going to make a lot of money.

"What is this? I haven't seen much of it before."

Soon a customer came to inquire about the price, it was an old man dressed like Gandalf, and he curiously picked up several cards of different colors that Mason had placed in front of the table and held them in his hand.

I found that this thing has patterns on both sides, and although it has magic, I don't know how to stimulate it, so I asked if I was interested.

Mason, who was busy boiling a pot of "thunder" potions, casually explained as he stirred the liquid from the crucible:

"I call it the Darkmoon Card, guest, it's part of our world's secret system, and every card is unsealed and you'll know what it's for.

But don't expect too much, it's just a very ordinary magic item, and it can only release some ordinary magic.

It's just that you can test your luck."

"Luck?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, and he said with interest:

"How's that going to work?"

"The first issue of the Darkmoon Card contains four sets of 8 cards each, and if you can collect them all, the magic contained in them will be able to merge the 8 cards into a mysterious high-level magic trinket."

Mason didn't hide it either, and said very calmly:

"While all four decks are all very powerful, this thing is like opening a blind box, and I really don't recommend trying this out of a shy.

It's easy to go bankrupt."

"Well, it does sound like a trick of a liar."

The old mage touched his beard and said:

"Can you show me the real thing?"

"I do."

Mason pouted and said:

"But I haven't collected it myself, it's a occult thing, and even I, the maker, don't know the exact card until it's unsealed."

"Then a few more."

The old mage squeezed his eyes, took out his Hermes purse, and said:

"I'll try my luck."

"No, no money."

Mason closed the lid on the boiling potion, turned around and wiped his hands, pointed to the sign on the table, and said:

"Barter, guest, as long as there are drawings and recipes here, you can do anything, or some broken things can also be exchanged, as long as there is knowledge in them, I will not choose."

"Oh, I see, the garbage picker still talks so nicely, seeking knowledge, well, I was so embarrassed when I was young."

The old mage pursed his lips, looked Mason up and down, and said:

「

You're a newbie, right? Many shy novices will use this method to try to pick up the leaks, but listen to my advice, young people, there is no need to bother with that.

If you want something good, go directly to the adventure hall of the Star Castle to do a bounty mission, and if you want to go, go to the high-level squad as a vassal, and you can also drink soup when they eat meat.

As long as you dare to take risks and are willing to work hard, you have everything you need after two or three pioneering missions, and you can always get what you need in the magical world.

The world is getting worse here in the Star Castle, and the newcomers are better than monkeys, and it's not easy to pull out good things from them."

Seeing that Mason only maintained a gentle smile and did not answer, the old man suddenly snorted, and he took out a thumb-sized object from his bag and threw it to Mason, saying:

"Is that enough?"

"This..."

Mason glanced at it and raised an eyebrow.

He suddenly opened the drawer of the table and took out the dozens of mysterious cards he had made before, and said:

"Of course it's enough, you always try slowly, if it's not enough, then find me, I'll make a card on the spot, and I'll make up a set for you to make you happy."

But do you still have it?

I want as much as I want."