Hearing the skinny man shout out a minimum of 50 gold pounds with no upper limit, a middle-aged man stood up in the hall. He fished out a pen and wrote a few words on a notebook, before handing the notebook over to the skinny man.
Receiving the note written by the middle-aged man, the skinny man muttered to himself for a moment before saying in a low voice, "200 gold pounds?"
"Hmph!" Hearing the skinny man's price, the middle-aged man snorted coldly in disdain. He actually sat down with a posture of not wanting to continue the discussion.
Seeing the middle-aged man act so straightforwardly, the skinny man became somewhat anxious and hurriedly said, "Sir, I'm still very interested in the knowledge in your hands. If you're not satisfied with the price, we can discuss it further in the inner room!"
In response to the skinny man's suggestion of continuing the discussion, the middle-aged man appeared somewhat disinterested. He waved his hand and said in a low, muffled voice, "Fixed price: 500 gold pounds! If you want it, then take it. If you don't want it, then forget it. If it weren't for the fact that I'm currently in need of a batch of experimental materials, I wouldn't sell it to you! "
The skinny man's masked eyes flickered a few times, but in the end, he shook his head and ignored the middle-aged man. He continued to speak to the rest of the people in the hall, "Mysticism books regarding the Byzantine Empire start at 50 gold pounds with no upper limit!
After the skinny man finished speaking, he saw that no one in the hall paid any attention to him. Shortly after, he shook his head in disappointment and returned to his seat.
After the skinny man sat down, a lady draped in a cloak stood up and said in a low voice, "Combat mission: assist me in killing a rank 2 magical beast. I need two intermediate acolytes as helpers. The reward is 100 gold pounds a day. You need to sign a contract in front of the Trial's Eye!"
Hearing the two words' magical beast 'from this lady's mouth, Connor's mind couldn't help but stir. He was somewhat curious. In this world, humans weren't the only ones with innate talent for cultivation. Other animals could also cultivate, and magical beasts were the general term for these animals that could cultivate.
In the world of magical beasts, a rank 1 magical beast was comparable to a beginner apprentice, a rank 2 magical beast was equivalent to an intermediate apprentice, a rank 3 magical beast was equivalent to an advanced apprentice, and a rank 4 magical beast was equivalent to an official Magus. As for what was above that, Connor didn't know.
"There's no problem in establishing a contract in front of the Trial's Eye, but I want to know how the materials from the magic beasts will be distributed after killing them." Compared to the skinny man before, the people sitting in the living room were obviously more interested in the lady's proposal. Many people were eager to give it a try. A chubby man sitting in a remote corner of the room was even the first person to eat crabs. He stood up and asked, "What do you mean by 'crabs'?
"All the magical beast materials belong to me. A hundred gold pounds a day, and you still want to split the magical beast materials? Aren't you being a little too greedy? "The woman in the cloak said coldly.
"I'm an Intermediate Apprentice. I'll take this deal!" Without waiting for the chubby man in the corner to reply, the middle-aged brawny man who had failed to reach an agreement with the skinny man stood up.
"Count me in!" Glaring at the middle-aged brawny man who had interrupted him, the chubby middle-aged man who had stood up to ask hurriedly spoke. As he spoke, he released a trace of the aura of an Intermediate Apprentice.
Sweeping her gaze over the middle-aged brawny man and the chubby man, the woman in the cloak nodded. Then, she bowed slightly to the old man who was sitting on the main seat and wearing a mask with a phoenix engraved on it. "Honorable Mister Mustapha, I need a secret room to discuss in detail." After speaking, a one gold pound note appeared in the lady's palm and she respectfully presented it with both hands.
The old man called Mustapha didn't speak. He only nodded, and the one gold pound note that the lady had presented magically disappeared. A second later, a bunch of keys appeared in the lady's palm.
"Find the secret room that corresponds to your key. You have half an hour!" Although Mister Mustapha's aged voice wasn't loud, it was enough to clearly reach the ears of everyone in the living room.
"An official Magus!" Hearing the clear, aged voice in his ears, this word popped up in Connor's mind.
"It can't be wrong, it definitely can't be wrong. I've felt such a powerful aura from Master Reyes before. This Mister Mustapha is also an official Magus!" Although his heart was already in turmoil, Connor still pretended that he didn't notice anything on the surface.
"Thank you!" Grasping the keys that had magically appeared, the lady in the cloak gave the middle-aged brawny man and the chubby man a look. The three of them then walked towards a wall in the living room. Just as the three of them were about to crash into the wall, a layer of dazzling white light appeared on the wall that looked unusually sturdy. A second later, the white light disappeared, and the wall returned to its original state. The three of them had also disappeared.
With the exception of Connor, everyone in the living room seemed to have gotten used to everything that had happened in front of them. They all looked calm and composed. Secretly glancing at Mister Mustapha, who was sitting quietly on the main seat, Connor couldn't help but let his imagination run wild. This Mister Mustapha and his Master, Professor Reyes, both had mysterious looks on their faces. He just didn't know who would be stronger if these two people were to fight.
"I want an offensive magic artifact. I will give you the Sapphire Potion as a reward!" The gathering continued. Soon, it was the turn of a petite girl who had wrapped herself up tightly. She stood up and spoke softly. After saying that, the petite girl took out a bottle of blue potion from her pocket and showed it to everyone in the living room.
"This is …?" Seeing the blue potion that the girl had shown, the pupils behind Connor's mask suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole.
Although he couldn't see it clearly, Connor had a very strong premonition that the petite girl in front of him had taken out a blue potion that called itself the "Sapphire Potion." It was the same thing as the blue potion that Varga had given him.
Noticing this, Connor couldn't help but narrow his eyes and carefully size up the petite girl. The girl's figure was similar to Varga's, but although the girl's voice was also very pleasant to the ears, it was completely different from Varga's voice.
Connor secretly frowned. In view of the fact that everyone sitting here was a Sorcerer, and the gathering was hosted by Mister Mustapha, an official Sorcerer, if he used his mental strength to probe the girl's face, he would definitely be discovered. By then, the result would be bad!
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