Lumian didn't care about the reaction of others, and under their gaze, he smiled and said, "I want to know where I can get some magical items?"

Hearing this, Batner. Conté couldn't help but raise his right hand and drank the rest of the "Golden Som".

Where the hell did this kid come from?

Can such a question be asked in such a public setting?

Even if no one reports you, they will only take you for a fool!

For a moment, Butner regretted that he had accepted Louie. Berry's invitation to come for a drink, which will saddle him with the reputation of being friends with fools.

Seeing that the guests in the bar had different expressions, but no one answered, Lumian shrugged his shoulders, put away the revolver and said, "It seems that you are all ordinary people."

With that, he jumped off the wooden platform, passed the chaotic crowd, and walked back to the bar.

The two drunkards and the frightened people who had been thrown out by him with their clothes before weighed his strength and weapons, and did not retaliate.

After sitting down on the original barstool, Lumian asked for a glass of Rouenzi and smiled at Butna, "Port Fallin is indeed more open than Trier."

Butner looked at Louis with a look of "are you lacking in brains". Berry glanced at it a few times and smiled reluctantly, "What we need to reproduce is Gelman. Sparrow's career, not his actions. ”

This guy is too much of an admirer of Gelman. Sparrow, even that kind of cold madness to imitate?

Gelman. Sparrow has enough strength to sustain that madness, how about you?

And, Gelman. Sparrow is a cold and indifferent madness, you are a reckless stupid and brainless madness, can this be the same?

Lumian didn't respond to Butna, and continued to chat with him about the pirates who had been active in the Misty Sea lately.

When he had finished his drink, he said goodbye to Butna, and walked out of the bar, through the still lively open-air market, towards the port.

He had just returned to the plaza, where there were a lot of billboards, when he suddenly turned to the side and looked behind him.

A male archipelago in a top hat and a gray-and-black jacket cowered in approached him, smiling, "I was in the bar just now."

"Getting to the point." Lumien urged impatiently.

The archipelago, with dark skin, thin face, and decent facial features, glanced left and right, and said in a suppressed voice, "You want to find a place where you can get magical items?"

"I know where it might be."

"Really?" Lumian asked rhetorically in disbelief.

"I don't guarantee that there will be one, but you can go and see it, and if it's not suitable, don't buy it." The archipelago glanced at Lumien's left armpit, "Besides, you have a gun and you're pretty skilled, so you shouldn't be worried about being robbed, right?"

"Yes." Lumian thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly, "What's your name?"

"My name is Carmel." The archipelago pointed to another street near the square, "You follow me, it's not far from that place." ”

Lumian walked unconcernedly behind Carmel, crossing two streets to an area that resembled the Ranch.

The roads are narrow, and the buildings are crumbling and new facilities are piled up.

Carmel led Lumien into a local laundry room, and reached the deepest part of the dimly lit house in the wet laundry that had been dried.

There's a door there.

"You have to disguise yourself first, and no one who attends this kind of occult gathering wants to be known by others who he really is." Carmel took two sets of hooded black robes from the wall outside the door and handed them to Lumian.

When Lumien put on his robe and pulled up his hood, Carmel rhythmically knocked on the door.

The door creaked open, revealing what appeared to be a modest living room, with things like old couches and tattered chairs.

At this time, there were already five or six people in hooded robes sitting in different positions.

When Carmel gave a brief introduction, Lumian politely closed the door.

When the two of them pulled over the round stool and sat down, a man with his hood pulled down said in a suppressed voice, "I need the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish, which can be opened for 5,000 Filkin."

No one responded to him.

After that, the next participant sells the bizarre sea eagle eyeballs he has obtained.

Seeing that they were discussing in a good way, Lumian stood up, looked around and said, "I need the brain of a human lion, and you can open it for the price."

The man seeking the Crown Jellyfish Venom Crystals controlled his voice and said, "I just have it, and the thirty thousand Feldin you give is yours."

"How can I be sure if it's real or fake?" Lumian looked at the man.

The man who sold the strange sea eagle eyeballs interjected in a hoarse voice, "I can help you notarize."

"Very good, I'll take a look at the goods first." Lumian smiled and walked over to the trader.

The man said unhurriedly, "That's a very precious magical item, how can I carry it with me?"

"You need to pay half of the money first, and I will bring it for you, just upstairs, you can follow me, supervise me not to run away, and even leave the deposit with the notary and keep it for him."

"Reasonable." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly kicked his feet, jumped in front of the trader like a cheetah, and swung his right fist.

Bang!

The man was knocked to the ground, and two teeth flew out with blood.

The other participants, including the notary and Carmel, were stunned for a moment, then stood up and ran to the door.

None of them stopped Lumian's atrocities, nor did they use their abilities, only the idea of fleeing from here.

Carmel, who was closest to the exit, opened the door and ran out.

In an instant, he was back in the humble living room.

There were two other people who happened to him in the same way.

They all looked confused, as if the strange phenomenon of folklore had descended into reality.

Bang!

A yellow bullet flew and hit the door of the exit.

The hooded men who tried to flee all crouched down, holding their heads up, their movements unusually smooth and skillful.

Lumian turned around and pushed the trader's hood up, holding the revolver right in the middle of his forehead.

"It's a good job." Lumian smiled at the trader.

He shoots in bars to attract attention, expresses his desire to seek magical objects in public, and designs an improvised conspiracy to catch some greedy pirates or local scam syndicates who more or less know about things that ordinary people don't know, including black market trading.

This is also an act of digesting potions.

The trader was a typical archipelagic man, with dark skin, a long face, soft contours, and eyes that resembled dark amber.

"I didn't lie to you!" He stressed anxiously and angrily.

"Really?" Lumian pulled the hammer from the revolver.

He had deliberately constructed a "fictional bottle" when he closed the door just now, setting the condition that only the extraordinary could enter.

Judging from the fact that none of those participants managed to "go out", there is no such thing as an extraordinary person.

Isn't it fun to discuss what the main ingredient of the "conspirator" potion do?2

The trader's body trembled twice, and he quickly changed his words: "Yes, I'm sorry, we just want to cheat a little money, we, we can't live anymore!"

Lumian didn't care why this group of people had become liars, he looked back at his fellow fraudsters who were neatly squatting, and tapped the trader's forehead with the muzzle of his gun: "What's it called?"

"Roddy." The trader swallowed.

Lumian tapped his forehead again, "Where did you hear about the human lion brain, the crown jellyfish venom crystal, and the notary?"

This is not information that the average person has access to.

"I, I can't say." A dense layer of cold sweat broke out on Roddy's forehead.

Non-disclosure agreement, or other constraints? Lumian looked at Roddy carefully for a few seconds and smiled:

"Can you tell me who your master is, then?"

Roddy froze, his eyes filled with horror.

He didn't seem to expect that the other party would be sure that he had a master, someone else's waiter.

"Three, two... Lumian began the countdown.

"It's Sir Morgara." Roddy blurted out.

"Take me then." Lumian made his request unhurriedly.

The sweat on Roddy's forehead instantly increased: "No, no, I'm Mr. Fidel's waiter."

"He is the vice president of the Port Fallin United Chamber of Commerce."

Participated in one of the many occult gatherings organized by Fidel as a waiter? Although you can't tell anyone about it, you can use the information you get to deceive adventurers? Lumian stood up thoughtfully, lifted the "imaginary bottle", took Carmel and other fellow fraudsters out one by one, and questioned them one by one, confirming that Roddy was really Fidel. Gra's waiter.

One of the main duties of the vice president of the Port Fallin Chamber of Commerce is to help the pirates deal with some very sensitive and shady cargo.

Port Fallin, in the Black Pearl district where the Doge's Palace is located, 16 Correas Street.

Lumian patted Roddy, who had changed into a red-bottomed gold-edged waiter's clothes and white trousers, and said with a smile, "Tell Mr. Fidel that I want to visit him for the purpose of buying some occult materials."

"Okay." Roddy would love to say that if you take the revolver away from my vest, I will feel your kindness more strongly.

Lumian leaned against the wall of the house on the side of the street and watched the fraudster enter the four-story gray-and-brown roof of the 16th building, which was adorned with statues.

As soon as Roddy passed through the hallway, out of the revolver's aim, he instinctively wanted to pretend that he didn't have what had just happened and not report to his master.

He quickly remembered that the man who had not hesitated to shoot more than he drank had warned him that within ten minutes, if he could not wait for Fidel's reply, he would be outside shouting that Roddy was a fraudster.

Or did I just tell him that Mr. Fidel didn't want to see him? But he doesn't seem to be a good deceitful person, so it's not good to make drastic moves...... Roddy hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of the study.

Fidel. Guerra was of both Indisian and Fenneport descent, with slightly curly black hair, dark brown eyes, dark skin, and a youthful appearance that seemed to be very delicate, but now had some mottled white hair and a somewhat pronounced nasolabial folds.

Dressed in a white shirt and brown waistcoat, he held a glass of wine and listened quietly to a trembling Roddy about how they had the bad intentions to defraud the new adventurer.

After hearing Lumian jump on the wooden platform, shoot to attract attention, and ask where he could get the magical item, the big merchant sighed and said to his stupid waiter, "Don't talk about the back, does he want to see me now?"