Chapter 520 Big businessman Lumian didn't care about other people's reactions at all. Under their gazes, he smiled and said: "I wonder where I can get some magical items?" Hearing this question, Bartner Conte couldn't help but raise his right hand and drank the remaining "Golden Som". Where on earth did this kid come from? Is this kind of question allowed to be asked in such a public place? Even if no one reports you, they will just treat you as a fool! For a moment, Butner regretted accepting Louis Berry's invitation to drink, which would make him look like a friend of a fool. 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 like you are all ordinary people." After saying that, he jumped off the wooden platform, walked through the messy crowd, and returned to the bar. The two drunkards who were thrown out by him with their clothes and the people who were frightened considered his strength and weapons and did not retaliate. After sitting on the high stool, Lumian ordered a glass of Lilanzi and said to Butner with a smile: “Farlin Harbor is indeed open to Trier.”
Butner looked at Louis Berry with a look that asked, "Are you lacking brains?" and forced a smile. "We need to recreate the career of Gehrman Sparrow, not his actions." This guy admires Gehrman Sparrow so much that he even wants to imitate his cold and crazy nature? Gehrman Sparrow has enough strength to support that kind of madness, what about you? Moreover, Gehrman Sparrow is a cold and indifferent madness, and you are a reckless, stupid and brainless madness. How can they be the same? Lumian did not respond to Bartner, and continued to chat with him about the pirates who had been more active in the Misty Sea recently. After finishing the bottle of Lelangzi in his hand, he said goodbye to Batner, walked out of the bar, crossed the still bustling open-air market, and walked towards the port. He had just returned to the square where a large number of notice boards were erected when he suddenly turned sideways and looked behind him. A male islander wearing a half-top hat and a gray-black jacket approached him timidly and said with a forced smile: "I was in the bar just now." "Get to the point," Lumian urged impatiently. The islander, who had dark skin, a thin face, and fairly regular features, glanced around and said in a low voice: “You want to find a place where you can get magical items? "I know where it might be." “Really?” Lumian asked in a tone of disbelief. "I can't guarantee that we have it, but you can go and take a look. If you don't like it, just don't buy it." The islander glanced at Lumian's left armpit. "Besides, you have a gun and you're pretty good at it, so you shouldn't worry about being robbed, right?" “That’s right.” Lumian thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly. “What’s your name?” "My name is Carmel." The islander pointed to another street near the square, "Follow me, it's not far away." Lumian walked behind Carmel without much concern, crossed two streets, and came to an area that looked very much like a chaotic street. The roads here are narrow, the buildings are crumbling, and new facilities are randomly stacked on top of them. Carmel led Lumian into a laundry room run by a local, and they reached the deepest part of the dim house among the wet clothes hanging out to dry. There is a door there.
"You should disguise yourself first. People who attend this kind of occult gathering don't want others to know their true identity and appearance." Carmel took down two sets of black hooded robes from the wall outside the door and handed them to Lumian. After Lumian put on his robe and pulled up his hood, Carmel knocked rhythmically on the door. The door creaked open, and inside was what seemed to be a simple living room furnished with an old sofa and tattered armchairs. At this time, there were five or six people wearing hooded robes sitting in different positions. As Carmel briefly introduced himself, Lumian politely closed the door. When the two of them pulled over the round stool and sat down, a man with his hood pulled low said in a low voice: "I need the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish. I can get it for 5000 Felkin." No one responded to him. Then the next participant will sell the strange sea eagle eyeballs he or she has obtained. Seeing that they were discussing in an orderly manner, Lumian stood up, looked around and said: "I need the brain of a human lion. You name the price." The man who was looking for the crown jellyfish venom crystals controlled the volume and said: "I happen to have it. If you give me thirty thousand Felkins, it's yours." "How can I be sure whether it is real or fake?" Lumian looked at the man and asked. The man who was selling the strange sea eagle's eyeballs interrupted with a hoarse voice: "I can notarize it for you." "Very good, let me take a look at the goods first." Lumian smiled and walked towards the trader. The man said calmly: “That’s a very valuable magical item, how can I possibly carry it with me? "You need to pay half of the money first, and then I will help you get it. It's upstairs. You can follow me and make sure I don't run away. You can even leave the deposit with the notary and let him keep it." “Very reasonable.” As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly kicked his feet, jumped in front of the trader like a cheetah, and raised his right fist. boom! The man was knocked to the ground, and two teeth flew out with blood. Several other participants, including the notary and Carmel, were stunned at first, then stood up and ran to the door in unison. None of them stopped Lumian's atrocities, and none of them used their abilities. They only showed the desire to escape from here. Carmel, who was closest to the exit, opened the door and ran out. In a flash, his eyes blurred and he was back in the simple living room. There were two other people who had the same experience as him. They all looked confused, as if the strange phenomena in folk legends had come into reality. boom! A yellow bullet flew over and hit the exit door. All the hooded men who tried to escape squatted down and held their heads, their movements extremely smooth and skillful. Lumian turned, pushed up the trader's hood, and pressed the revolver to the center of his forehead. “The scam is going well.” Lumian said to the trader with a smile.
He fired shots in the bar to attract attention and expressed his desire to find magical items in public. He was improvising a conspiracy to see if he could hook out some greedy pirates or local scammers - they all knew something that ordinary people didn't know, including black market transactions. This is also an act of digesting the potion. The trader was a typical islander, with dark skin, a long face, soft features, and dark amber eyes. "I didn't lie to you!" he emphasized anxiously and angrily. "Really?" Lumian pulled the hammer of the revolver. When he closed the door just now, he deliberately constructed the "Bottle of Fiction", setting the condition that only extraordinary people can enter. Judging from the fact that none of the participants were able to successfully "go out", there are no extraordinary people here. I'm not a Beyonder, so is it fun to discuss what the main ingredient of the "Conspirator" potion is? The trader trembled twice and quickly changed his words: "Yes, sorry, we just want to cheat a little money, we, we can't survive anymore!" Lumian didn't care why these people became scammers. He looked back at the scammers who were squatting in a neat row and tapped the trader's forehead with the muzzle of his gun: "what is it call?" "Rody." The trader swallowed and said. Lumian tapped his forehead again: "Where did you hear about the human body and lion brain, the crystallized venom of the crown jellyfish, and the notary?" This is not information that ordinary people can access. "I, I can't say." Rody's forehead was covered with a layer of cold sweat. Confidentiality agreement, or some other restriction? Lumian looked at Rody carefully for a few seconds and smiled: "Then can you tell me who your master is?" Rody was stunned for a moment, with fear in his eyes. He didn't seem to expect that the other party would be so sure that he had a master and was someone else's waiter. "Three, two..." Lumian began to count down. "It's Sir Morgara." Rody blurted out. "Then take me there." Lumian made the request calmly. The sweat on Rody's forehead increased instantly: “No, no, I’m Mr. Fidel’s waiter. "He is the vice president of the Falling Harbor United Chamber of Commerce." Participated in many occult gatherings organized by Fidel as a waiter? Although he couldn't tell others about the relevant things, he could use the information he got to defraud adventurers? Lumian stood up thoughtfully, released the "Bottle of Fiction", and took Carmel and other fraudsters out one by one. He questioned them one by one and confirmed that Roddy was really Fidel Guerra's waiter. One of the main jobs of the vice president of the Farin Port United Chamber of Commerce is to help pirates deal with some very sensitive and shady goods. …………
No. 16, Correas Street, in the Black Pearl District where the Governor's Palace is located, in Farin Port. Lumian patted Rody, who was wearing a red waiter's uniform with gold trim and white trousers, and said with a smile: "Tell Mr. Fidel that I wish to visit him for the purpose of buying some occult materials." "Okay." Roddy wanted to say that I would feel your kindness more strongly if you took the revolver away from my vest. Lumian leaned against the wall of a house on the street and watched the swindler walk into No. 16, a four-story building with a gray body and brown roof and many statues on the exterior wall. As soon as Roddy passed through the hallway and was out of the revolver's sight, he instinctively wanted to pretend that nothing had happened and not go to report to his master. He quickly remembered that the man who shot the gun faster than he hesitated to drink water had warned him: If he didn't get a reply from Fidel within ten minutes, he would shout outside that Rody was a liar. Or should I just tell him that Mr. Fidel doesn't want to see him? But he doesn't seem like someone who can be easily deceived, so it would be bad to do something radical... Rody hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of the study. Fidel Guerra has both Intis and Fenetroth ancestry, with slightly curly black hair, deep brown eyes, and dark skin. He seemed very delicate when he was young, but now he has some mottled white hair and some obvious nasolabial folds. Wearing a white shirt and brown vest, he held a glass of wine and listened quietly to the trembling Roddy's story about how they had evil intentions and wanted to defraud the new adventurer. After hearing Lumian jump onto the wooden platform, fire a gun to attract attention, and ask where he could get the magical item, the big businessman sighed and said to his stupid waiter: "No need to talk about the latter part. Does he want to see me now?" (End of this chapter)