Chapter 142 Mr. K After a second's pause, Osta, who wanted to complain, forced a smile and said: "You look really scary like this." “This is a classic image from literary works,” Lumian said in a deliberately smug tone. Osta did not respond, choosing to put on his iron mask to hide the expression on his face. After walking a few steps forward, he stopped and knocked on the room on the right. "Two long pauses, a short pause, and then another long pause..." Lumian observed Osta Trull's performance with the eyes of a "hunter". In just two breaths of time, the dark red wooden door slowly opened backwards. The first thing that caught Lumian's eye was the thick light yellow carpet, followed by the classical-style tables, chairs, sofas, and display shelves. At this moment, a figure was standing in the shadow created by the gas wall lamp beside the floor-to-ceiling window. Like Osta Trull, he wore a black robe like an ancient wizard and a large hood, so much so that Lumian couldn't help but complain in his heart: Dressed like this, can you still see the person standing in front of you clearly? "Mr. K, Charles is here." Osta walked in and said respectfully to the figure who was nearly meters tall. Lumian followed closely behind.
With a clang, the door behind him closed by itself. Mr. K turned around, looked at Lumian and said: "Why do you want to come to our party?" His voice was low and hoarse. “For potion formulas, for Beyonder properties, for magical items, for occult knowledge, it can’t be for love or faith, right?” Lumian answered in a deliberately cynical tone. Then he chuckled: "I know this is not what you want to hear, but it's okay, I don't mind talking about my story." Lumian's voice immediately turned low: "I lost all my loved ones in a disaster brought about by a supernatural force. “This not only caused me great suffering, but also made me realize one thing: those so-called righteous gods cannot save us! "From that day on, I began to seek extraordinary power, to seek a way to forget all the pain. I wanted to become strong enough to make those who brought me misfortune taste all the torture." Mr. K, wearing a large hood, seemed to be staring at Lumian without interrupting his story, and Osta Trull was extremely shocked - Charles' words revealed an undisguised pain, and his desire for the Samaritan Woman's Fountain was not false! When Lumian finished speaking, Mr. K nodded and said: “There are two rules for attending our gatherings: “First, no matter what happens, you can’t just do it during a party. “Two, don’t try to stalk other participants.” Only these two? Lumian didn't expect there to be so few restrictions. He could find several loopholes on the spot without thinking seriously: "If I don't want to attack directly, can I use the ability of 'Provocation' to piss the other person off to death? "Not trying to track doesn't mean I can't do something else with the target... "Is selling fake materials, fake formulas, fake Beyonder characteristics, and fake magical items also allowed?" Lumian suppressed the urge to refute and nodded. "no problem." As he answered, he had the feeling that Mr. K's eyes were moving over his body, as if examining every piece of flesh and blood and every inch of skin.
This made him feel as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake. After a few seconds, Mr. K continued: “If you don’t want to reveal what you have or what you hope to get, you can write down the deal you are looking for on paper in advance, and my waiter will copy it onto the mobile blackboard and show it to all participants. If you think it doesn’t matter, you can also put forward your request on the spot. “Similarly, during the party, you can complete the transaction through my waiter, or you can come in person. "You also need to remember that transactions are risky. I cannot guarantee that all items, materials and answers are true. Of course, you can choose to pay me to notarize them, which can effectively reduce the risk." The ability of a "notary"? Lumian remembered what was in Aurore's witchcraft notebook. This is Sequence 6 of the "Sun" path, and most of the extraordinary people on this path belong to the "Eternal Blazing Sun" Church. Based on this premise, Lumian suspected that Mr. K might not be the "notary" himself, but was more likely to possess the corresponding magical item. Lumian quickly gathered his thoughts and said to Mr. K: “Can I write down my needs now?” Mr. K said "hmm" and pointed to the desk on the right side of the room: "Write it there, and my waiter will collect it." Lumian walked to the brown desk with magazines such as "Psychic", "Lotus" and "Utopia" on it, spread out the letter paper that exuded a faint fragrance, picked up the crimson round-bellied fountain pen, and wrote carefully: “1. I have a damaged extraordinary weapon and I’m looking for someone who can repair it. Price is negotiable. "2. Purchase information about a strange creature: This creature is suspected to be a spirit, with a female appearance, long green hair wrapped around its body, full of charm, and can make people have erotic dreams with her as the protagonist. The rest is unknown. The reward depends on the value of the information provided, ranging from 10 to 100 Felkin." Lumian wanted to write down "3. Summary of experience in playing the role of 'provocateur'", but after thinking for a few seconds, he finally gave up the idea. He remembered that in that nightmare, Aurore had said that mystical knowledge such as "Acting Method" and "Law of Conservation of Extraordinary Characteristics" was extremely valuable and not something that ordinary Extraordinary people could know. What he was pretending to be now was a newcomer who had just entered the Extraordinary World due to a disaster and was trying to acquire more knowledge and resources. If such a person could write the word "act", he would definitely be suspected by Mr. K. Of course, Lumian didn't think he was pretending. He was really a newcomer who had just stepped into the supernatural world due to a disaster and was trying to acquire more knowledge and resources. It was just that the level involved in the disaster was very high, which allowed him to come into contact with powerful figures like the "Magician". As a result, he was rich in high-end knowledge, but lacked other common sense, and was relying on Auror's witchcraft notes to make up for it. After putting away the letter paper and pen, Lumian followed Osta and left here, turning into the room at the bottom of the corridor. This room seems to be used for holding salons. Sofas, chairs, round tables, coffee tables, high stools, etc. are placed randomly, creating a leisurely and relaxing atmosphere. At this time, several partygoers had arrived. Some of them were wearing black robes and hoods that almost covered their faces. Some were made up to look like clowns, demons, etc. Some covered their faces with masks that were either rough or delicate, half or full. For a moment, Lumian thought he was attending a masquerade ball. He and Osta Trull entered separately, one after the other, and each found a seat to sit down. Lumian chose a high stool and just needed a glass of absinthe. Not long after, Mr. K came in and sat on the single sofa representing the convener. His waiters wearing masks and gloves brought in a mobile blackboard filled with trading requirements. Lumian took a look and the first thing he saw was a request to purchase Beyonder characteristics: "Seeking the Beyonder characteristic of the Warrior Path Sequence 8 'Fighter', Fel Gold, negotiable." A Sequence 8 Beyonder could be sold for Fel Gold, or even more? Lumian was stunned at first, but then he felt what it meant to be heartbroken, what it meant to regret so much that he wanted to drink from the Fountain of Oblivion. The Maggot he had just hunted was the Sequence 8 Provocateur of the Hunter pathway! To be on the safe side, Lumian did not bother Maggot until the ghost of Montsouris attacked, and left the battle site early.
Although he later took advantage of the exchange of fate to get more than a thousand Fel Gold from Maggot, this was far from the value of the "Provocateur" extraordinary characteristic. It took Lumian a few seconds to adjust his mentality. He made the best choice at that time. If he had continued to fight, something unexpected might have happened, or he might have been targeted by the authorities. In that case, Maggot would definitely die, and he might have fallen into other crises. Lumian then looked at other transaction information: "One Elven Dark Leaf, 180 Fel Gold." "Two pages of Emperor Roselle's original diary, 300 Fel gold." "I need the formula for the Sequence 6 'Corrupted Baron' potion, Fel Gold." "..." Lumian glanced through it and understood why his sister Aurore spent money like water. "We can start now." Mr. K looked around and said hoarsely. His waiters called out the items one by one. Some of them received no response, while others were completed covertly through the waiters. Lumian watched quietly, focusing on getting familiar with the situation and gathering intelligence. As the party was drawing to a close, the waiter at the mobile blackboard finally read out Lumian's first request. There was silence. After more than ten seconds, the man sitting in the corner of the sofa laughed softly: "Most people who are good at repairing magical items and extraordinary weapons are in the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. You can find them there." His face was covered with oil paint, as if he was pretending to be a primitive man in the jungle of the southern continent. No one paid any attention to the unfunny joke, and Mr. K's waiter described Lumian's second request. The people at the party looked at each other, as if they were learning about such a strange creature for the first time. As expected, they are all low-sequence Beyonders with little knowledge... Lumian sneered in his heart with a little disappointment. At this time, the man who had just joked said with a desire to share: “This reminds me of something, haha, no information fee is charged. "There is a small town called Ornet in the lower reaches of the Serenzo River, where it meets the Rhine River. Many middle-class people in Trier like to go there for sailing and swimming. "Early last year or even later, there were three consecutive female deaths there. The cause of death was weakness caused by excessive indulgence. They had no partners, either openly or secretly. The only clue was that they had described to their friends that they had recently had a beautiful erotic dream." PS: Thanks to Wei Wenchuan and Ma En for their painful attempts to do math problems. Two friends gave me silver rewards. (End of this chapter)
