Angel sat next to the two nobles, watching the party with cold eyes.

Audrey, like her, watched with interest as one participant made a trade request, found another trader, or went unanswered.

Gleilynt did not seem to have recovered from his fright, and shrunk as if he were a quail, just like his usual chatter and laughter in the aristocratic salons.

"What I need are the horns of an adult unicorn pegasus, and the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish......"

He seemed to be making a deal, but his voice was so quiet that only the two people next to him could hear it.

Angel was stunned for a moment before confirming that the viscount wanted her to help with the application.

She waited for the last transaction to be completed, and shouted out the two main materials of the "Apothecary" potion, which might reveal the existence of the formula, but this is only Sequence 9, and it is not worth so much secrecy, not to mention that there are many other auxiliary materials for a potion, and it is useless to know the main materials, unless someone is willing to take the risk of losing control and swallowing the extraordinary materials directly.

A few glances swept towards Angel, and quickly moved away again, without stopping for long, and then, someone in the other corner responded:

"I have the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish, 240 pounds."

"No problem!"

This offer was somewhat beyond the average price of Sequence 9 potion materials, and before Angel could even bargain, Gleilynt subconsciously agreed, and then remembered that Angel was trading on her behalf, and looked at her again.

The trading mode of the party here is similar to that of the "Eyes of Wisdom" gathering, where those who want to buy and sell items can shout the price in turn, and if someone wants to contact them, they will also shout out directly, and trade in front of the floating male corpse.

Angel took the stack of banknotes handed out by the viscount, stepped forward and exchanged for a turquoise diamond-shaped crystal, there seemed to be a gray-white object swimming inside, Angel took it back to his seat with his bare hands, and a faint bitter taste appeared in his mouth.

"Thank you, Miss Irene."

Gleilynt took the venom crystal, held it in his hand and looked at it, and suddenly asked:

"How do I know about it, well, I mean, if the item is fake, or somebody traded the wrong recipe, how do you find a seller?"

"The party organizer seems to have some way of identifying the authenticity of the item, so the transaction must be done in front of him, once someone was selling fake formulas, he found it on the spot, and commanded the skeleton next to him to catch the seller, and then it became a corpse in a glass coffin......"

Audrey lowered her head and whispered, and then she saw that Glerint's face was getting paler, and added:

"Of course, I also listened to Miss Hugh, maybe it was an exaggeration, but she didn't lie about the fact that the organizer could distinguish the real from the fake."

The party continued, and after several deals that had been made or failed, Audrey finally spoke:

"I need a potion recipe for 'audience.'"

As with the failed deals that had preceded her, the classroom was silent, and she waited half a minute before sighing exaggeratedly.

But Angel, who was sitting next to her, could feel several members turn their eyes to Audrey, as if quietly looking at her.

"Unlike the curious gaze I had when I was buying potion materials just now, these people looked at her with scrutiny and inquiry, because of the peculiarity of the 'audience' potion, so the members of the party were more cautious? Maybe the original seller was among them, but he didn't answer at the first time, but wanted to continue to observe......"

Angel analyzed silently, thinking that Miss "Justice" might have a hunch, so she brought herself as insurance.

Towards the end of the party, Angel bought another 20 nemesis crystals, feeling that the price here was a little higher than the other two extraordinary gatherings, but perhaps because the tense situation in Beckland had just ended, and many materials were in short supply.

After the organizer announced that the party was over, the attendees left the classroom through several doors one by one, and Angel found that each of the four walls of the classroom had a double door, perhaps connecting different locker rooms and corridors, so that everyone could leave in batches and reduce the probability of being followed.

The three of them left the same way, took off their white coats and hung them in the locker room, and threw their masks in the trash.

"It's great, I didn't expect to buy one of the main ingredients the first time I came here, maybe I can become a 'pharmacist' next week."

It wasn't until he was far away from the strange and palpitating classroom that Gleilynt couldn't suppress his excitement and said in a cheerful tone.

"It's a pity that my 'audience' hasn't settled yet, isn't that seller already attending the party here?"

Audrey, on the other hand, was a little disappointed.

"I don't think you need to be obsessed with this one way, isn't there a ready-made 'pharmacist' formula now? Or be a 'soothsayer' like Miss Erin. ”

Back in the carriage, the viscount persuaded his friend.

"I'd like to try again, and if I haven't found what I'm looking for, I'll consider your suggestion."

Audrey replied with a slight smile.

There was silence in the carriage for a while, and Angel saw that the timing was good, and appropriately showed a trace of longing and a trace of hesitation, and asked Glerint quietly:

"Your Excellency, is the Mr. Hibbert Hall whom I saw at Audrey's house in the afternoon the one I saw in the newspaper?"

Before Glerint could reply, Audrey, who was sitting next to her, moved her ears and leaned over.

"Hibbert recently served as the chief secretary of the Air Pollution Investigation Commission, and you may have seen about it in the newspapers." The Viscount glanced at Audrey before replying, "He's been busy forming a think tank lately, and then he'll provide the government with the commission's report on the pollution situation in Beckland and the kingdom as a whole, and it may not be long before you see the relevant bills introduced and the air situation in Beckland improve." ”

"Really? That's great, since I came to Beckland, I've missed the environment in Tingen, it's more prosperous, but it's always there, well......"

Angel exclaimed with some exaggeration.

"According to the Bakerland Daily, there are 75 days of severe smog a year, more than 100 days of moderate smog, and less than half of the days when you can see the sun."

Audrey added on the sidelines.

"I remember, that's exactly what I said, and I hope this atmospheric committee can reduce the smog days a little bit......"

"It's the 'Air Pollution Investigation Committee,'" Glerlint corrected with a smile, "and that's why Hibbert and I joined the Commission, and he and his father, His Excellency Earl Hall, are the majority shareholders of the Kongston Coal and Steel Consortium, but they have long been prepared to reduce their emissions, rather than being an obstacle to the implementation of the relevant bills, as speculated." ”

Is it? But that's not what you say in my divination, you want to "do it" to a committee member named Mary, is this also for the sake of Beckland's environment?

Angel looked at Glerint coldly, thinking that his words might be a bit performative.

Of course, from her experience of encountering the young viscount several times, it seems that the other party is not such a pompous and lying person, perhaps she misunderstood the small conversation that she had suctured?

Remembering what Detective Moriarty said about "not relying too much on divination", she felt that perhaps it was necessary to re-analyze Hibbert and Glelint's motives.

Just as Angel was about to continue asking, she suddenly felt a palpitation, and although her magic mirror was in her purse, the connection exerted by her blood still made it sense certain dangers.

Someone is going to attack us? No, the spiritual reminder is not so strong as it is, just a hint of malice, or concern, from the extraordinary...... Someone stalking us?

Angel was relieved, and she looked at Audrey and Glerint in the carriage, thinking about what to do next.

(End of chapter)