Chapter 223 Finally Found You
After the three-party transaction was completed, the party continued. Since the number of people was half that of the past, not many deals were completed. Angel spent 50 pounds to buy a 15-gram star crystal, and then bought a few bottles of healing potions from the pharmacist Darkwill as a backup.
The last time she forced herself to divine Lanevus's whereabouts under the aura of the "True Creator," her arm was severely injured. After using the healing potion Darkwill had given her as a reward for clearing the rat infestation, her arm returned to normal overnight, fully demonstrating the power of the "Pharmacist" sequence.
Even with the damage transfer of the "Magic Pocket Watch", injuries still need to be treated, and potions made by pharmacists are the best choice.
After several other trade requests went unanswered, Angel was about to sell the bullets he had brought when a hoarse voice came from behind the Eye of Wisdom:
"Purchase the 'Barbarian' potion formula for 550 pounds."
The voice was weak, as if it was just a routine matter. It was the lady who had sold extraordinary weapons many times before and was also looking for potion formulas!
She had been sitting behind the "Eye of Wisdom", just out of Angel's sight, and she almost thought that the member who needed a "savage" was not present tonight.
"I have the recipe for 'Savage'."
Angel replied, immediately attracting the other person's attention. The woman tilted her head and looked over from behind the Eye of Wisdom, and said in surprise:
"It's you. I remember you said last time that you would help me find the formula. You didn't show up last week, and I thought you wouldn't come again."
"Yes, it's me. I'll take your offer of 550 pounds. Well, I also need a custom weapon. I hope you can make it for me first. I'll pay the selling price."
"I'll try my best and tell you the results at the next party. And I have to remind you that I'm here to help you collect, not to make."
The woman replied sternly, as if denying that there was a craftsman behind her who could create extraordinary weapons.
After confirming the transaction, Angel took the waiter's note and wrote down his weapon needs:
"A revolver, preferably of large caliber, capable of delivering powerful attacks with minimal side effects, and capable of using common extraordinary bullets."
In fact, her needs were almost written in accordance with the "Thirsty Blood". Even after more than a month, she was still obsessed with the powerful revolver. She could not count on one hand the number of Beyonders defeated by it, including a descendant of the evil god.
Of course, powerful special bullets are also essential, so this weapon must be able to use various bullets...
He folded the note and handed it to the waiter along with the paper with the recipe for the "Barbarian" potion, then watched him walk towards the "Eye of Wisdom" and hand it to the wrinkled old gentleman.
She just wanted to see how the "Eye of Wisdom" performed the identification.
The old man placed the paper with the recipe on the coffee table beside him, rubbed his hands, took out a ring from his pocket and put it on the middle finger of his right hand. Although the candlelight was dim, Angel could still clearly identify it with his dark vision. It was a beautifully shaped gem ring inlaid with an emerald gem and surrounded by many broken diamonds. The green color reminded Angel of Miss Audrey's eyes, and he couldn't help but take another look.
This one glance made her head feel a little swollen, and she felt tired, as if she had been reading all night.
She quickly looked away and around. It seemed as if the others had already seen the appraisal scene and were not surprised. Instead, they all lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at the ring.
Is this a magical item?
She glanced at the ring out of the corner of her eye to avoid the discomfort she had just felt, while her mind was full of thoughts.
The Eye of Wisdom closed its eyes, and its right hand, which was wearing the ring, reached for the formula on the coffee table. Suddenly, the emerald on the ring burst into light like the midday sun, illuminating the entire living room as if it were daytime.
The light became more intense and purer, and finally turned into a seal-shaped shadow and disappeared into the air.
“The formula works.”
The Eye of Wisdom announced, and immediately took off the ring and put it back into his pocket. Sweat was on his forehead, and it seemed that this short "identification" process was quite exhausting.
The identification was now complete... This magical item should be the sealed item "2-081" that the "Eye of Wisdom" had once shown off to himself and the Pharmacist and other extraordinary people. It was also his greatest reliance on hosting the gathering of extraordinary people.
Angel felt lucky that the Dominican Federation did not deceive her and provide a false formula. If the Eye of Wisdom had uttered the words "the formula is invalid", she would probably not have the face to attend the party here again.
Upon hearing the result, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and handed a large wad of bills to the waiter in exchange for the formula that proved effective. Angel took the gold pounds from the waiter, carefully counted them twice, and after confirming that they were correct, folded them up and put them in her pocket. As she did so, she could feel the eyes of others following the wad of bills.
Be careful when you leave...
Angel felt alert, but she couldn't let this delay her efforts to make money. Seeing the lady put away the recipe with satisfaction, she spoke again:
"I still have 40 extraordinary bullets for sale. They are far more powerful than ordinary pistol bullets, and continuously attacking the same position can increase additional lethality."
Now, in addition to those eyes staring at the large banknotes, even the "Eye of Wisdom" looked over in surprise.
"How do you have so many things to sell? Did you rob some Beyonder's house?"
The fat pharmacist Darkwill murmured, his eyes filled with naked envy.
"I need to buy some bullets."
The black-haired man who sold the medullary crystal of the Elf Spring spoke, looking at Angel calmly.
I haven't even quoted you an offer yet, and you want to buy it?
Angel was stunned for a few seconds before he said, "For sale together with 40 pieces, the total is... 240 pounds."
She originally wanted to quote a higher price, but considering that the consumption level here was probably not as high as Mr. A's gathering, and that this man objectively helped her buy clues for the pharmacist's formula, she lowered the price to 6 pounds per piece.
"Six pounds each..." This price, especially the way they were sold together, was clearly beyond the man's expectations. "Well, can I buy just a portion, like ten?"
"I want the rest!"
At the beginning of the party, the "Wild Dog" who asked for help to rescue his friend from the prison of the Mandated Punisher interjected.
"'Wild Dog,' I said, there's no hope."
The wrinkles on the Eye of Wisdom's face were tightened, and he looked at the "Wild Dog" with a serious look.
"I have to try, otherwise I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"Wild Dog" ignored his warning and looked at the black-haired man to seek the consent of another buyer. The latter generously said that he only needed 5 bullets and the rest could be given to him.
In the end, Angel sold all his bullets and got 30 pounds from the black-haired man and 210 pounds from the "Wild Dog".
I wonder if I'll have the chance to see this guy who's willing to do anything for his friends next time...
Looking at the bullets that were carefully put away and identified by the helpless old man "Eye of Wisdom", Angel sighed secretly, as if the "wild dog" had made some kind of decision.
If someone he knew was imprisoned in an official Beyonder prison, would he behave like him?
Or, would there be someone who would risk his life to save himself like this?
She thought blankly.
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Back at 15 Minsk Street, an exhausted Klein took off his coat and hung it by the door. He immediately went to the bedroom on the second floor, drew the curtains, and placed the five large-caliber bullets with intricate patterns and the holy emblem of the Goddess of Night in his pocket on the table one by one. He then took out the 380 pounds in banknotes he had earned today, took out the 10 marked bills, and placed them on the table as well.
He then quickly arranged the ritual, summoning himself, responding to himself, using the Azik copper whistle to transform into a spirit form, and returned to the gray fog with those items wrapped in it.
Sitting in the seat that belonged to the Fool, Klein materialized a pen and paper and wrote down the content of the divination word by word.
"The owner of these items."
Above the gray fog that can block out interference, with the help of these items and the information on them, this divination will definitely not fail!
Closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair, Klein entered a dream.
In the gray dream world, he once again saw the outlines of Backlund's buildings shrouded in smog, the busy shipping on the Tussock River, the bridge connecting the two banks, and the townhouses along the river.
And in a certain house, a woman carefully put bullets into a box, stacked them neatly, counted the banknotes and stuffed them into her pockets. Then, she put on a silver ring with an ordinary shape but covered with complex patterns. The light golden hair by her ears was dyed pure black, and her purple eyes turned brown.
finally found you.
Waking up from his dream, Klein the Fool gazed for a long time at the depths of the gray fog, which already had five crimson stars but was missing a piece in the middle, as if there was a brightest star there.
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