Tightening his windbreaker, Connor sat in a corner and closed his eyes to rest. He waited for the gathering of the Prosper Club to resume in half an hour.
Just as Connor had guessed, when there was only half an hour left before the gathering resumed, more people came. Basically, every two to three minutes, a Magus with a concealed figure would walk into the hall. After half an hour, the number of Magi gathered at the gathering was exactly forty.
"Ahem!" Mr. Mustapha, who was sitting at the head of the table, coughed lightly. The eyes of all the Magi in the hall were focused on him.
"Time's up. The gathering begins. First of all, as the host of this place, I would like to thank all my friends on the Path of Truth for appearing at such an unstable time. This shows that everyone still has a lot of trust in me and the Prosper Club. The only thing I can promise is to abide by the rules here. I can guarantee your safety!"
"Let's cut to the chase. The transaction officially begins now!" Mr. Mustapha's voice was melodious. With just a few words, he announced the start of the gathering.
"Hehe, I need a bottle of Purification Potion. The price depends on the potion's quality. It's at least ten gold pounds!" Mr. Mustapha had just announced the start of the gathering when a sturdy man wearing a black iron mask stood up with a smile and said what he was looking for.
"Purification Potion. What do you think of this?"
"I have Purification Potion. Fifty gold pounds!"
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Connor, who was in the corner, listlessly watched these people intensely haggling over the price. He had no interest in these people's transactions. His current wealth was far greater than that of an ordinary intermediate Sorcerer-Apprentice. Moreover, he didn't have anything in particular that he wanted right now.
He was now waiting for his turn to make a transaction. Then, he would find a suitable opportunity to sell the things he had on hand. Connor had no interest in other things.
After dozens of minutes, a tall female Magus with long brown hair stood up. She said what she wanted, and it really attracted Connor's attention.
"Loen's rich merchant, Emory. I need his information. The more detailed, the better. I'll pay you handsomely!"
Hearing the name Emory, Connor's eyes flickered under his mask. He didn't expect to hear Emory's name in philosophy. The last time he 'took' the alchemy furnace from Emory, this Mr. Emory didn't seem to make a fuss about it. It could be said that he was unlucky.
Connor calmly sized up the female Adept who asked the question. There was nothing special about her. Apart from her tall stature, everything else about her was very ordinary.
After the tall female Adept raised the question, the entire living room fell into silence. After about two minutes, a skinny old Adept stood up and asked with a hoarse voice, "What do you mean by 'generous'?"
"At least fifty gold pounds! There's no upper limit! "The tall female Adept hesitated and said.
Hearing that he could take at least fifty gold pounds, the skinny old Adept seemed to be very satisfied. He nodded slightly, then opened his mouth slightly to send a voice transmission. After the tall female Adept received the voice transmission, she seemed to be moved. She conversed with the skinny old Adept for a while, then took out five ten-gold pound notes from her purse and handed them over.
After receiving the notes, the skinny old Adept nodded at the female Adept again, then bowed to Mr. Mustapha and requested to leave. According to the rules, the old Adept's request was naturally approved, and he left the gathering without a hitch. As for the tall female Adept who was looking for Emory, she didn't seem to be affected in the slightest. She continued to sit quietly in her seat.
"I want …" The female Adept sat back down, and the new Adept naturally took the opportunity to make a deal. He stood up and stated his request to everyone.
Connor pretended to listen attentively to the new Adept's introduction, but his mind was spinning rapidly. The matter between the old Adept and the female Adept just now seemed very normal. The old Adept sold the information to the female Adept, and after the female Adept paid, the old Adept left first for safety's sake.
But in reality, it was completely wrong!
The amount of their transaction was only fifty gold pounds! A mere fifty gold pounds could only be considered a small transaction here. It was not a big deal at all. Moreover, the energy waves of an intermediate apprentice Adept could be sensed from the old Adept's body. Here, no one would rob an intermediate apprentice Adept for a mere fifty gold pounds!
Therefore, there must be another reason for the old Adept's departure! Coming to this conclusion and the fact that they were talking about Emory, Connor's heart couldn't help but tighten. He had broken into Cologne Manor at night, and he knew that Emory was related to the Secret Society.
He didn't have time to think about it. It was soon Connor's turn to make a deal. Connor stood up and took out the magic items he had prepared to sell from his space ring. He began to introduce them:
"I'm helping an alchemist friend sell something. This umbrella is a level one magic item, half-finished, and can be used about ten times. It can withstand ordinary bullets and has a strong water repellent effect. It's priced at three hundred gold pounds. This cane is also a level one magic item, but it can only be used five times. It looks like it's made of wood, but it's actually made of Posis steel inside, and it has an anti-magic effect. It's priced at four hundred gold pounds …"
In one breath, Connor introduced all the treasures that he had on hand. He instantly discovered that at least half of the Magi in the living room had their gazes focused on him. He wasn't the least bit surprised by this outcome. He shrugged his shoulders and added, "All of the above are fixed prices, and no bargaining is allowed. Furthermore, I only accept imperial gold pound notes. The price of the alchemy materials will be 80% of the market price!"
Hearing that Connor refused to bargain, a few of the Adepts who wanted to negotiate with Connor via telepathy shut their mouths obediently.
It had to be said that magic artifacts were indeed rare and precious items in the Sorcerer World. In just a few minutes, the few items that Connor had left unused had been tested for their power and were bought one after another. One of them even wanted that bottle of potion that could help with meditation, but was mercilessly rejected by Connor as soon as he saw the potion.
Potions were indeed potions, and their effects could indeed help with meditation, but how could Connor, who had been nurtured by Varga's potions, be interested in potions that were full of impurities?
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