A Beyonder gathering? Klein thought for a moment before nodding in response.
"Sure."
The gathering of supplementary ingredients for the Nimblewright Master potion should be brought forward. I can also see if I can meet a superior Artisan … He subconsciously began making arrangements in his mind.
Seeing German Sparrow agree, Dhaniz secretly heaved a sigh of relief as he couldn't help but smile.
Over the past few days, his bounty had increased greatly, and he, who was tasked with the important task of eavesdropping, hadn't gone out. He stayed in his hotel suite obediently, feeling so stifled that he yearned for nightfall to come immediately.
The Beyonder gathering that Dhaniz mentioned was held at the Amyris Leaf Bar. There were many pirates, informants, and adventurers active here, making it the best choice for gathering intelligence and purchasing supplies.
Klein wore a black coat and a silk top hat as he followed Dhaniz through the crowded bar's lobby and entered a card room. Under the watchful eyes of a few guards, he gave the agreed signal and walked down a hidden staircase to a spacious underground area.
Just like Tingen City's Evil Dragon Bar, there was an underground market that sold herbs, essential oils, ancient books, charms, and all kinds of common mysticism materials. However, the difference was that there were all kinds of guns and ammunition for sale. Klein even discovered antique firearms and lead bullets.
Heh, there are also fake identification documents and fake seals … As expected of an overseas colony. Such industries are much more developed than Tingen … I'll buy a batch of materials later and use them to make charms in the Sea God domain. There's always a discount if there's a large quantity … Klein turned his head slightly to take in the situation in the underground area.
Beside him, Dhaniz had already begun to have doubts about his disguise skills. He deliberately wore a cap and lowered it to cover half his face. At that moment, he skillfully led Klein to the other end of the underground market and knocked on the tightly shut door with two long knocks and four short knocks.
There was only one candle behind the door. It flickered on the lamp rack on the side wall, scattering a dim yellow light that barely illuminated the small room.
Dhaniz pointed at the robes and masks that were either hanging or placed on the table and said to Klein, "You can decide what disguise you want here.
"It's up to you to decide what kind of disguise you want here. You can also choose not to do it."
Klein looked around and swept his gaze over the guards in the room.
"I don't need it."
I'm now an informant of the kingdom's military, and the Church of the Storm also knows this identity. There's nothing to be afraid of … If pirates and adventurers have malicious intentions and try to attack me because I'm not disguised, hehe … Klein suddenly imagined the scene of bounties flying toward him one by one.
Dhaniz curled his lips covertly, picked up the black iron mask, and put it on his face.
Then, under the guidance of the guard, he and Klein passed through a dark corridor and entered another room.
The decorations here were quite luxurious. The floor was covered with a thick carpet from the Southern Continent, and there were lamps on the walls that flickered with golden splendor. The fresh-smelling candles filled the air with layers of light.
Klein swept his gaze around, and without needing Dhaniz's help, he found a brown leather sofa and sat down. He leaned back and crossed his right leg.
There were already more than twenty people gathered here. There were men and women, some wearing hooded robes, and others who revealed their true faces. According to Dhaniz's description in the morning, not everyone participating in this gathering was a Beyonder. There were also representatives of certain factions, adventurers, pirates, and mysticism enthusiasts who wanted to become Beyonders.
Time passed rather slowly in the quiet atmosphere. About seven or eight minutes later, the elder sitting on the reclining chair straightened his back, clasped his hands, and chuckled.
"Everyone, let's begin."
As he was old, his white hair was sparse, leaving only a thin layer. However, his light brown eyes weren't turbid, but bright and sharp.
"The gathering's organizer is Strongman Ozil, a former famous pirate, and now the boss behind the Amyris Leaf Bar." Dhaniz turned his body slightly, lowered his voice, and introduced him to Klein.
In fact, he had already mentioned it in the morning, but he was afraid that German Sparrow wouldn't be able to match it and would vent his anger on him.
It's a sad thing to have a secret known by others … Dhaniz sighed inwardly.
Klein nodded indiscernibly as he silently watched the transactions of others.
There were potion formulas for Warrior, Sailor, and Mystery Pryer, but no one bought them. The sellers, who were filled with anticipation, were disappointed again and again.
Dhaniz glanced at German Sparrow's expressionless face, leaned over, and introduced in a low voice, "There are no notaries or powerful fortune-tellers at this gathering.
"This gathering doesn't have a notary or a powerful fortune-teller. There's no way to guarantee the authenticity of the potion formula. It's too easy to fake something like this, and even if someone recognizes that the formula is fake, there's no way to punish the seller because he might be a victim."
I know … This is one of the reasons why potion formulas aren't widely circulated … Klein put down his right leg, leaned forward slightly, and said in a voice that was neither loud nor soft, "I need the remnant spirituality of an ancient wraith.
"I need the remnant spirituality of an ancient vengeful spirit."
He didn't mention the six-winged gargoyle's eyes or the Sonia Golden Spring's water, as well as other supplementary ingredients. He was worried that others would guess that he was a Faceless and was preparing to advance to Nimblewright Master.
Back in Tingen, Klein had relied on the combination of supplementary ingredients to confirm that Daxter Guderian was a quasi Spectator. From there, he figured out his identity as a member of the Psychological Alchemy.
It was impossible to infer more about the remnant spirituality of an ancient vengeful spirit because it was used in many necromancy rituals.
Although Klein didn't disguise himself, he was still cautious.
The room was silent for two seconds before a slightly hoarse voice sounded.
"How much do you need?"
Really? Klein controlled his expression and did not let his joy show.
He turned his head to look at the person who spoke and found that it was a man in his thirties with obvious local blood.
The other party's skin was bronze, but there was a kind of dullness that came from long-term malnutrition or lack of sunlight. His face was thin, his cheekbones protruded, and his eyes were sunken, more white than black.
"A small bottle." Klein took out a small metal bottle as an example.
The thin and gloomy man fell silent for a moment.
"500 pounds."
That's reasonable … Klein originally wanted to bargain, but he caught sight of Dhaniz from the corner of his eye.
I'm German Sparrow, a cold and crazy adventurer … Klein repeated this sentence three times in his heart. He took a deep breath and calmly nodded.
"Alright."
He took out the thick stack of cash he had prepared beforehand and counted out a huge sum of 500 pounds.
The man with a shocking amount of white took out a glass test tube from his pocket and threw it at Klein.
"After a year, the spirituality will be completely drained."
He wasn't afraid that the other party wouldn't be able to catch it, because even if it broke, it wouldn't affect the material itself. It was just a matter of changing the container.
Klein raised his right hand and accurately grabbed the glass test tube. He saw a phosphorescent light floating inside, and when they touched the inner wall of the glass, they would strangely expand, turning into a blurry face that opened its mouth and screamed soundlessly.
It's true … Klein nodded to himself and handed the thick stack of 500 pounds to the attendant who approached him for him to transfer to the seller.
The transactions continued. Most of them failed, and only a few succeeded.
Towards the end, the person who convened the gathering, Strongman Ozil, laughed.
"I have a commission."
As he spoke, he pulled out a photo from the inside pocket of his shirt.
"Find the person up there. The reward is 1,000 pounds or common Beyonder ingredients of equal value. Remember, don't hurt her."
A thousand pounds? This would drive most adventurers crazy … I wonder who they're looking for, to actually offer such a high reward … Klein wasn't surprised to see that everyone present was willing to give it a try.
The photo began to be passed in a counterclockwise manner, and a few minutes later, it arrived in Klein's hands.
He casually scanned it and suddenly felt a little surprised.
The woman in the photo was rather beautiful. She had a head of bright red hair and a pair of emerald-green eyes. Her skin wasn't fair, but it gave off a healthy vibe.
In the photo, she was wearing a lake-colored dress. Her waist was tightened with a flower ribbon, making her appear abnormally slender. She looked like she was smiling, but she didn't look happy. It looked very awkward.
A girl from a good family … Who would spend 1,000 pounds to find her? Furthermore, the condition is not to hurt her … Hmm, a photo of her forcing a smile … Many love and hate stories flashed through Klein's mind.
Stories about a tyrannical pirate falling in love with a wealthy merchant's daughter and abducting her to his ship, only for her to escape in the end. Stories about an impoverished noble lady becoming a pirate and accidentally being captured. She ended up having a sinful love affair with the Mandated Punishers and an upper-class military man, using this to escape her predicament and escape her cage. Stories about a newly minted demoness accidentally incurring a debt of love while giving pleasure … As such thoughts surged through his mind, Klein nearly raised his hand to cover his face.
I've seen too much in my previous World … He sighed inwardly, looked up, and said to Ozil, the convener of the gathering.
"What's her name?"
"Elaine," Ozil replied simply. "But she must have used a fake name."
Elaine, a typical female name for Intis … Klein asked again,
"Are there any items that she often wears?
"Hair is fine too."
This was a medium used for divination.
Klein didn't mention that the clothes he had worn recently and hadn't been washed would also meet the requirements. He was afraid that the employer behind the scenes would throw him a set of women's underwear, which would be more embarrassing.
Ozil shook his head.
"No.
"She has a very strong anti-tracking ability."
"How strong is she?" another gathering participant asked.
Ozil said solemnly, "The employer didn't give a detailed description.
He only said that she's not too powerful, but she's stronger than a Sequence 9.
"You don't need to capture her. All you need to do is determine her whereabouts, and you will be paid."
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