Because Mr. Mustapha had already given a warning, although the people in the hall still had some doubts, no one dared to say more when Mr. Mustapha was obviously unwilling to say more. They all pondered in silence. After a long time, a dwarf who was about 1.3 meters tall with a mask stood up from his chair and chuckled. "Although I'm wearing a mask, everyone can tell what race I am from my height. Without further ado, I've brought some treasures for everyone today!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the dwarf opened the suitcase he carried with him and placed it on the table beside him. A pile of oddly shaped and colorful minerals suddenly appeared in front of everyone in the hall.
As an alchemist, Connor's eyes, which were hidden under his mask, immediately flashed when he glanced at the minerals.
"I don't accept barter or any other financial products. I only accept Empire gold pounds!" Seeing that everyone in the hall had their eyes focused on the minerals in his suitcase, the short gentleman said with satisfaction, "I'm sorry, Mr. Mustapha.
Carles Copper, Purple Shimmer, Green Demon Gold … Silently recognizing the names of these oddly shaped minerals, Connor cursed in his heart, "F * ck!"
Goddammit, did this dwarf from the Sauron Clan dig up my entire nest? Why are there so many good things?
Sauron meant dwarf in the Byzantine language. After the fall of the great Byzantine Empire, the remaining dwarves called themselves the Sauron Clan. Perhaps it was the racial talent of the Sauron Clan, but they were extremely good at finding minerals and creating enchanted items.
The Sauron Clan's residence was located in the southern border of the current Kaman Empire. Although they had never been recognized by the Kaman Empire's officials and the two major churches, the Sauron Clan had reached a certain tacit understanding with the empire and the church. The Sauron Clan could not leave the southern border easily. Every year, they had to offer a large number of minerals as tribute to the empire and the church.
Although Connor did not know how this member of the Sauron clan crossed several provinces and appeared in Loen City on the empire's west coast, which was thousands of miles away from the empire's southern borders, he knew that the minerals in the hands of this Sauron clan member had no fate with him. According to Connor's observations, although the amount of minerals in this Sauron clan member's suitcase wasn't large, they were all extremely rare treasures. The price of each mineral was at least a hundred gold pounds.
Although Connor had a hundred gold pounds in his wallet, it was for the purchase of the Enhanced Shadow Dagger and the repair of the Violet Ring. According to Connor's estimation, a hundred gold pounds might not be enough. Not only that, although the minerals in the Sauron Dwarf's suitcase were rare and precious, it was still too far away for Connor, who could only refine normal level one magic items.
Sighing slightly in his heart, Connor reluctantly closed his eyes slightly. Since he had no fate with them, then he might as well not see them and not be troubled by them!
It had to be said that there was a market for so many rare ores. Very quickly, the ores were purchased by the crowd, piece by piece. After selling all the ores in his suitcase, this short Sauron clansman had reaped a huge sum of nearly 3,000 gold guineas!
With this huge sum of money, this gentleman was not in the mood to participate in the rest of the gathering. He bowed to Mr. Mustapha, who was sitting on the main seat, and left in a hurry.
After the departure of this Sauron clan member, for a full five minutes, no one stood up to continue trading. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something. As the clock on the wall in the hall rang, the five minutes were up. The three Warlocks in the hall stood up at the same time. After glancing at each other vigilantly, their gazes focused on Mr. Mustapha, who was sitting on the main seat.
With a light smile, Mr. Mustapha nodded his head in agreement. Seeing that Mr. Mustapha had nodded his head, the three Warlocks bowed slightly to Mr. Mustapha, and then rushed out like arrows released from a bow!
Taking in this scene, Connor instantly understood everything when he combined it with the security measures Mustapha had taken when he left the previous gathering.
After the three Warlocks had left, the gathering continued. A burly man wearing a yellow mask stood up and looked around, speaking in a low, muffled voice, "I need traces of a Potioneering apprentice named Varga. If the traces are real, I'm willing to pay a hundred gold pounds!"
Hearing this burly man mention "Varga", Connor's eyes behind the mask in the corner became fierce, secretly sizing up this burly man wearing a yellow mask.
This burly man was about 1.9 meters tall and wore a linen robe. He did not conceal the aura of an advanced apprentice at all.
However, what disappointed him was that no one in the hall responded even after he had spoken for a full minute.
"Five hundred gold pounds!" Seeing that no one responded to him, the burly man in the yellow mask could not help but raise the price.
The sudden increase of the reward fivefold caused a commotion in the hall, but still, no one responded to this burly man. This mysterious burly man could only helplessly return to his seat.
Connor took in the actions of this burly man wearing a yellow mask. He pondered for a while and shook his head. There were too few clues on this burly man, and he could not find any useful information. However, he was sure of one thing, and that was that the secret society seemed to have done a very good job of keeping things under wraps. An advanced apprentice was considered a mid-level Magus in any dark Magi organization. Since they had started looking for someone in a place like the Prosper Club, it meant that these people did not have any information on Varga's whereabouts, and were already hoping that they would be able to find him by chance.
Thinking of this, Connor's mood instantly calmed down. Varga was now indispensable to Connor, be it in terms of feelings or benefits.
When the transaction was nearing its end, Connor, who still had not found the materials he wanted, could only brace himself and stand up. "I need the resin of the Sahar Tree, the magic core of the Purpleblood Snake, and iron essence with a purity of more than 50% …"
Connor listed out the names of eight materials in one breath. Originally, Connor did not intend to reveal all the materials he needed at this gathering. After all, he was currently using the disguise of a Susuo who had attended the last gathering, and there would definitely be people who had attended the last gathering.
He had sold a level 1 defensive magic item, the Yellow Jade Bracelet, at the last gathering. If he bought so many materials this time, people would definitely be able to detect his identity as an alchemist. Once that happened, who knew what would happen?
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