Jon was forced to leave his wife and daughter in another world.
Angor grew up with Jon, so he knew that Jon would often wake up from his nightmares in the middle of the night. He planned to give Jon the Dream Weaver Ant. Not only would the ant help prove his story, but it would also lessen Jon's pain in his dream. Why not?
The meeting was still going on, and the audience was getting more and more excited.
Angor noticed that whenever a newcomer spoke, everyone would look at him or her with keen eyes. They all knew that it was not easy to get some knowledge from someone they knew. It would be best if they could find someone like Angor, who even sold the key of the Energy Stabilizer.
It was one of the newcomers who was speaking.
Viking from Breezy Valley.
He didn't bother to hide his appearance. With only half of his body left, he was easily recognizable. His inspirational stories were featured in the headlines of some of the tabloids. Anyone who paid attention to the purification garden would know who he was.
"I'm not here for a meeting. It's because I've received some news. I heard that there are Karabits in the Trade City among you. "Viking paused for a moment and slowly scanned the crowd.
Karabits were the most similar to Homo sapiens in terms of physical features. They had many different appearances, and it was hard to tell them apart. Therefore, Viking's glance didn't yield any useful information.
Since no one responded, Viking continued, "I hope I can make a deal with the Karabit who is hiding among you. I want a lower limb that can be transplanted.
As for the price? You can contact me first, and I'll give you a satisfactory price. "Viking stopped talking.
This was the first time someone used "money" to make a deal in this meeting. Lantis, who was determined to turn this meeting into a high-end trading platform, didn't look too happy about it. But for some reason, whenever he saw Viking, he always felt a chill down his spine, so he didn't say anything.
When Viking finished his speech, Angor noticed that several people were sending messages to Viking through their communicators.
Angor didn't expect to see so many Karabits in this meeting.
There were only a few of them in the southern wizarding region. Most of them lived in other realms far away from each other. Karabits were passionate about biological research and life modification. It was no wonder that the Vikings had rushed here as soon as they heard the news of the Karabits.
Viking didn't choose to trade with anyone else. Instead, he went to the cubicle at the back with the other black-robed people.
The meeting continued. Every now and then, someone succeeded and went to the cubicle at the back.
As a result, fewer and fewer people were sitting in the seats. Angor was sitting in the second half of the clockwise row, but soon, it was his turn.
Angor stood up and said, "I need an Abyss Dragon Horn. If anyone has it, I can trade with you.
You can name your price. I'll see if it's reasonable. "
With that, he sat down.
As soon as he sat, he saw a message on the screen in front of him: Cubicle 17.
Following the message, Angor saw a man leaving his seat. Angor followed the man into Cubicle 17 without making a sound.
The cubicle was spacious... Not only were there tables and chairs, but there was also a pot of hot tea with white steam rising from it.
The person closed the cubicle. Angor could see her face with the help of the light above.
It was a woman wearing a strange smile mask. She had short red hair and wore a leather trench coat. She looked very capable.
The first thing she did was untie something that looked like a long whip from her thigh and put it on the table.
"This is the rubber band of the Abyss Dragon Horn Beast, you can check it." Her voice was very similar to her outfit, neat and clean.
"Aren't you afraid I'll run away with it?" Angor walked to her and picked it up.
"I don't think the famous Mister Padt would do such a thing." She sat down on a chair and didn't say anything.
Angor wasn't surprised that she knew his name. If Lantis could tell him, she could tell the seller too.
However, it was rare for someone to call him by his name instead of "Sunders' Student".
Angor put down the rope. "Yes, it's an Abyss Dragon Horn. And it's in good condition."
"Since you agree, let's talk about the deal then." The red-haired woman did not take back her hand and looked at Angor.
"Sure. What do you want in return?"
The woman smiled mysteriously and whispered into Angor's ear, "I want you to make something for me …"
After a long while, the red-haired woman left the leather band of the Abyss Dragon Horn Beast and a simple and unadorned sheepskin scroll on the table. She then pushed the door open and left alone.
He remained silent for a while and opened a small part of the scroll. Before he could unfold it completely, he saw a bright red color.
He didn't open the sheepskin scroll, but closed it instead.
He didn't know why the woman told him not to open the scroll in front of others, but since he agreed to the deal, he had to keep his promise.
He put the scroll and the Abyss Dragon Horn into his bracelet and slowly walked out of the cubicle.
As soon as he stepped out, he accidentally bumped into another person coming out of the cubicle.
"Sorry," Angor said out of reflex.
The other person didn't say anything and simply left.
The other man in the cubicle suddenly froze. That voice … that voice …
He rushed out of the cubicle and looked around. There was no one around. Clearly, the other person had already left.
"Viking, did you make up your mind and decide to trade with Volta again? Snake legs aren't pretty at all. It's not artistic at all. "
The man who rushed out was Viking. Just a moment ago, he had a falling out with a Karabit called Volta. The Karabit only had the lower half of a Blackwood Anaconda. Although it was a strong lower half, it would turn him into a half-human, half-snake after the transplant. Many of the Bloodline Spells that Viking had learned before could not be used. After considering for a while, Viking still rejected Volta's offer and went to trade with the last person in the cubicle.
But just as Volta opened the door to leave, he heard a voice.
That clear voice definitely couldn't be wrong.
It had to be the man who saved him in the purification garden. Although the man called himself a "passerby" and said it was nothing, it was nothing. But to that person, it was as easy as lifting a finger. To Viking, it was a life-saving grace!
He thought he would never see this man again in his life. But he didn't expect to see him here.
"Do you want more, Viking? Come on in! "
Viking looked around and still didn't see anyone. Maybe the man already left or went back to his seat?
Instead of looking for him, Viking returned to his own cubicle. If he remembered correctly, the man came out from the cubicle on the left. The one on the left was Cubicle No. 17-10. I'll ask Abyss Alchemy Guild about it after the meeting. I'm not busy right now.
On the other hand, Angor didn't want to stay in the meeting any longer.
He already achieved his goal, so he didn't want to waste any more time. He heard Lantis talking to him through Voice Transmission, but he ignored it and left the meeting hall.
He couldn't help but feel something cold and itchy on his back. It was better to leave as soon as possible.
Not long after he left, a woman wearing a luxurious robe with black and gold colors knelt in front of a black hole in the basement of Abyss Alchemy Guild.
It was dark, mysterious, and evil.
"Honorable Master, is this seedling good?" The woman's voice was cold and carried with it the sound of metal.
After a long while, a blood-red eye opened in the middle of the black hole. A distant and ethereal voice was directly imprinted into the woman's mind. "He has already been marked. Don't worry about him …"
In order to maintain its dignity, it didn't tell the woman how terrifying the marked man was. That terrifying thought was transmitted directly from its body to its main body!
…
Angor left the meeting and went straight to Fingernail's Alchemy Shop.
He saw Fingernail's Alchemy Shop from afar. The incense puppet was standing in front of the shop like a wooden pole.
Angor was ready to be questioned by the puppet. However, as soon as he approached, the puppet turned around and welcomed him with a "welcome" gesture.
Angor entered the shop in confusion.
Since Abyss Alchemy Guild was in the middle of a meeting, there were no customers inside. Only Granny Fingernail was sitting behind the counter.
"Good evening, Granny Fingernail." Angor greeted her politely. "Did you remove the door?"
"Of course not." Granny Fingernail looked up.
"Then I —"
"I just asked the puppet to remember you." Granny Fingernail saw that Angor was still confused. "It's just a small matter. I like you."
Angor's lips twitched but he didn't say anything.
"Are you here to buy materials?" Granny Fingernail asked.
Angor shook his head. "I'm meeting someone here. You don't mind, do you?"
Granny Fingernail nodded. "Looks like you've gained a lot from the meeting. As long as your friend can pass the puppet's test, I'm sure you'll be fine. "
Angor spent the rest of his time in the shop. He sat on a couch and took out a pen and paper to write something.
What he wrote was the Mana formula for Fire Fusion. He wanted to take advantage of the waiting time to derive the final version of Fire Fusion.
When he finished deriving the model of Fire Fusion, the door of the alchemy shop was pushed open.
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