After a second of relief, Aosta, who wanted to complain, forced a smile and said, "You look really scary like this." ”

Aosta didn't respond, choosing to put on his iron mask to hide the expression on his face.

After taking a few steps forward, he stopped and knocked on the room on the right.

"Two long pauses, plus a short pause, and one longer pause" Lumian watched Ostatrul's performance with the eyes of a "hunter".

It took two breaths before the dark red wooden door slowly opened back.

The first thing that catches Lumien's eye is a thick pale yellow carpet, followed by a classic-style table, chairs, sofas and display shelves.

At this moment, a figure was standing in the shadow created by the gas lamp wall by the floor-to-ceiling window.

He, like Ostatrul, was dressed in the black robes of an ancient wizard and wore a large hood, so much so that Lumian couldn't help but say that he was dressed like this, can you still see the person standing in front of him?

"Mr. K, Charles is here."

Aosta walked in and respectfully addressed the figure, which was close to one meter eight.

Lumian followed.

With a clang, the door behind him closed on its own.

Mr. K turned around, looked at Lumian, and said, "Why do you want to join our party?" ”

His voice was low and hoarse.

"For potion recipes, for extraordinary properties, for magical items, for occult knowledge, it can't be for love or faith, right?" Lumian replied in a deliberately cynical tone.

Lumian's voice then became muffled; "In a catastrophe brought about by extraordinary powers, I lost all my loved ones."

Not only did this make me suffer a lot of pain, but it also made me understand one thing, those so-called righteous gods cannot save us!

"From that day on, I will seek extraordinary strength, I will find a way to forget all pain, I want to be strong enough, I want to let those who have given me misfortune taste all this torture."

Mr. K, with his big hood, seemed to be staring at Lumian and did not interrupt his speech, while Ostatrul was shocked to hear it--- Charles' words were full of pain that could not be concealed, and his longing for the Samaritan Woman's Fountain was not false!

Only these two? Lumian didn't expect so few constraints.

He didn't have to think seriously to find several loopholes on the spot: "If you don't do it directly, can you use your provocative ability to anger the other party?" "Just because I don't try to track doesn't mean I can't do anything else to the target" Is it also permissible to sell fake materials, fake recipes, fake extraordinary properties, and fake magical items? ”

Lumian resisted the urge to retort and nodded, "No problem. ”

As he answered, there was a feeling that Mr. K's gaze was moving over him, as if he were examining every piece of flesh and skin.

It made him feel as if he was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

In the same way, when you have a party, you can complete the transaction through My Waiter, or you can come out directly.

"You also need to keep in mind that trading is risky, I can't guarantee that all items and all materials and all answers are true, of course, you can choose to pay me for notarization, which can effectively reduce the risk."

What are the competencies of a "notary public"? Lumian remembered the contents of Aurol's sorcery notes.

At this time, the sequence 6 of the solar pathway, and most of the extraordinary beings of this path belong to the Church of the "Eternal Sun".

Based on this premise, Lumien suspects that Mr. K may not be a "notary" himself, and that he is more likely to be in possession of the corresponding magical items.

Lumian quickly gathered his thoughts and said to Mr. K, "Can I write down the requirements now?" ”

Mr. K let out an "um" and pointed to the desk on the right side of the room, "Just write there, and my waiter will come and pick it up." ’

Lumian walked to the brown desk where magazines such as "Psychics", "Lianhua", and "Upanishads" were placed, spread out the letter paper that exuded a faint fragrance, picked up the crimson round-bellied fountain pen, and wrote cautiously: "I have an extraordinary weapon that has been damaged, and I am looking for someone who can repair it, and the price is negotiable." ”

2. Buy the intelligence of a strange creature: The creature is suspected to have a female appearance, with long green hair wrapped around the body, full of seductive power, which can make people have spring dreams with her as the protagonist, and the rest is unknown, and the reward depends on the value of the information provided, ranging from 10 Felkin to 100 Feldin.

3. If such a person can write the word play, he will inevitably be suspected by Mr. K.

Of course, Lumian doesn't feel like he's pretending, he's really a newcomer who has just stepped into the transcendent world due to a disaster and is trying to acquire more knowledge and resources, but the level involved in the original disaster is very high, allowing him to come into contact with a powerful person like Lady Magician, so that he has a wealth of high-end knowledge and lacks other common sense, and is making up for it with Auroel's witchcraft notes.

Putting away the paper and pen, Lumian followed Aosta out of the place and into the room at the bottom of the corridor.

This room seems to be used for a salon, and sofas, chairs, round tables, coffee tables, high stools, etc. are arranged casually to create a relaxed atmosphere.

At this time, several partygoers had already arrived, some of them wearing black robes and hoods that almost covered their faces, some of them were dressed up as clowns, demons, etc., and some of them covered their faces with masks that were rough or delicate, half-cut or full-width masks.

For a moment, Lumien thought he was attending a masquerade ball.

He and Aosta separated, entering one after the other, each finding a place to sit down.

Lumian chose a barstool and was just about to grab a glass of absinthe.

A short time later, Mr. K entered, sat down on the single couch representing the convener, and his masked and gloved waiters moved in a moving chalkboard full of trade demands. Remember http://m.42zw.la in a second

Lumian looked at it, and the first thing he saw was the purchase of extraordinary traits: "Seeking Warriors: Extraordinary traits of Pathway Sequence 8 Fighters, 15,000 Filkins, negotiable." ”

Sequence 8's extraordinary properties sell for 15,000 Filkin, or even more? Lumien was stunned for a moment, and then immediately felt the pain in his heart, and the regret of wanting to drink the Fountain of Forgetting.

Margot, who had just been hunted by him, was none other than the Sequence 8 provocateur of the Hunter's Path!

And Lumian, for the sake of safety, did not entangle Margot to the ghost attack of Montsourie and left the place of battle ahead of time.

Although he subsequently obtained more than a thousand filkins from Margot with the help of the exchange of fate, this is really a bit far from the value of the provocateur's extraordinary characteristics.

It took a few seconds for Lumian to reluctantly adjust his mind.

What he did at that time was the best choice, if he really wanted to be entangled, maybe something would happen, or he would be targeted by the authorities, and he would definitely die, and he might fall into other crises.

In that case, Margot would have escaped.

Lumian then looked at other trading information; "Elven Dark Leaf, 180 Feldin."

"Two pages of the original diary of Russell the Great, 300 Felkin."

"Requires Sequence 6 Corrupt Baron Potion Recipe, 65,000 Filkin."

Lumian skimmed through it and realized why her sister Aurel spent so much money.

His attendants shouted out the entries in turn, some of them went unanswered, and some of them closed the deal covertly through the waiters.

Lumi watched quietly, mainly to familiarize himself with the occasion and gather information.

Towards the end of the meeting, the waiter at the moving blackboard finally read Lumian's first request.

There was silence now.

After more than ten seconds, the man sitting in the corner of the couch smiled deeply; "Most of the people who are good at repairing artifact items and extraordinary weapons are in the Church of the God of Steam and Machines, where can they be found?"

His face was covered in oil paint, as if he was pretending to be a primitive person in the jungle of the Southern Continent.

No one paid attention to the not-so-funny joke, and Mr. K's waiter described Lumian's second need.

The people who attended the party, you look at me, I look at you, it seems that for the first time they know that there is such a strange creature.

Sure enough, they are all low-sequence extraordinaries with little knowledge.... Lumian sneered inwardly with a slight disappointment.

"There's a town called Ernet in the lower reaches of the Cerenzo River, where the middle class of Trier likes to sail and swim."

At the beginning of last year or a little later, there were three consecutive deaths of women, all of them due to weakness caused by overindulgence, and they had no partners either openly or secretly, and the only clue was that they had described to their friends that they had a good spring dream recently.