Chapter 190 Looking for a bodyguard?
Sensing the other party's vigilance, Angel immediately looked away.
This guy is probably also a Beyonder, and perhaps he's quite intelligent, able to spot my peeping...
But if that was the case, he was probably lying when he said he didn't know the function of the Beyonder characteristic extracted from the corpse.
Was it to disguise himself as an ordinary person, feigning ignorance to trick people into believing they knew nothing? Or was it because he was afraid of being targeted by someone with ill intentions at a gathering of unfamiliar Beyonders?
Out of courtesy, she turned off her clairvoyance and no longer tried to observe carefully through dark vision, but her brain was working rapidly, analyzing the other party's identity.
The other party members also cast their eyes over to the Beyonder in the man's hand. A few of them clearly recognized that it belonged to a Beyonder, but more people showed curiosity in their eyes.
At this time, the old man with the Eye of Wisdom, who was sitting next to the coffee table in the middle of the living room, spoke:
"If no one else wants it, I can buy it for £400. Believe me, that's a fair price."
"If you need to know what it is and what it can be used for, I can tell you, but knowledge requires payment in exchange for 100 pounds."
He knew the law of conservation of Beyonder characteristics, and also knew that Beyonder characteristics were similar to potions of the same sequence?
After hearing the old man's words, Angel gained a new understanding of the party host known as the "Eye of Wisdom". Regardless of the level of the other participants, at least he was worthy of the title of a senior extraordinary person.
The fact that he was willing to pay 400 pounds for this Beyonder indicated that it was most likely a Sequence 9 Beyonder that had been separated out after his death. This was also exactly the same as the market price of the two main ingredients of the potion. If it was a Sequence 8 Beyonder, no one would have agreed to a deal for 400 pounds, except for the Dominican Federation that she had tricked.
Sure enough, the black-haired man quickly agreed to the deal and refused to pay an additional 100 pounds to obtain knowledge about the uses of Beyonder characteristics. It seemed that he was not as ignorant of the world of mysticism as he pretended.
"Sir, you don't have to pay so quickly. I actually have another commission."
After verbally reaching a deal, the man did not immediately hand over the Beyonder Characteristics, but continued to make his own demands.
"I've offended someone of high status. He's probably, uh, according to you, Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5. I want to use this money to add some to my own and hire a powerful bodyguard to ensure I don't die in retaliation."
After hearing his request, the whole party fell silent, and even the steady "Eye of Wisdom" looked surprised.
Sequence 6, or even Sequence 5?
Thinking of Sequence 5, Angel's mind immediately emerged with the figure of Ms. D, the "Aurora Society" messenger who could switch extraordinary abilities at any time and fight against many enemies alone.
The three members of the Red Gloves team, plus her and Captain Dunn, were five to one. Even with the nameless Beyonder who self-destructed, they managed to get the "Shepherd" away safely, even injuring several Nighthawks. If anything went wrong, they would likely have been the ones to fail or die.
As for Megose and the evil god's offspring in her belly, who had only been defeated after two Yangyan Charms and the Shattering Light Ray, they were probably already at the strength of Sequence 4.
I don’t know what he did to offend a Beyonder of Ms. D’s level.
"With all due respect, this may be beyond the level of those present. Why don't you find a beautiful place and die peacefully?"
The chubby pharmacist said with a hint of sneer in his tone.
Although the others did not respond, they obviously agreed with his answer.
After a brief moment of surprise, the Eye of Wisdom also began to explain:
"I'm assuming you don't quite understand our circle. Sequence 5, even the weakest ones, are extremely powerful and terrifying."
"Although some Sequence 8 and Sequence 9 individuals have defeated experts of this level before, luck and strength are both essential, and it's an experience that cannot be replicated. I'm afraid no one here would be willing to risk their lives to help you, even if they offered money."
If it's Sequence 6, with my current strength, two magical items, and full preparation, I should be able to handle it, but Sequence 5...
Angel evaluated his own fighting ability and finally reluctantly gave up the 400 pounds, or even more, reward.
If I could add a zero, perhaps I could ask Mr. A to help. He's supposed to be a Sequence 5 "Shepherd" of the "Secret Prayer" pathway, and seems to be a bit strapped for cash lately...
The black-haired man was a little disappointed that he didn't get any help, so he proposed to use the 400 pounds to buy a magical item that could help him survive.
"Believe me, a magical item that can be purchased for 400 pounds will definitely be useless against a Sequence 5, and may even harm you. Why don't you find that powerful being and sincerely apologize? Perhaps 400 pounds will earn his forgiveness."
The Eye of Wisdom persuaded Angel sincerely, which made him feel a little good about him. A party organizer who would not use his knowledge and status advantages to deceive new members was the key to the long-term continuation of the party.
"No, I do have an item that might be helpful to you," said the man who had nearly snatched the pharmacist's commission from Angel. "It can allow you to hear the voice of a great being. If you're lucky, you'll become extremely powerful, easily able to take on even Sequence 5 warriors. If you're unlucky, the result will be no different from if a Sequence 5 finds you..."
"Black Snake, haven't you sold that thing yet? Don't harm this poor man."
The fat pharmacist interjected again. He seemed not to care about other people's opinions at all, and calmly endured the somewhat gloomy gaze of "Black Snake".
The black-haired man was very interested in Black Snake's proposal. After a brief exchange, he used the 400 pounds he had just obtained to buy the item that was said to be able to "hear the voice of the great existence."
"Great Being"—this sounds like what the Aurora Society members say. They believe that listening to the Creator's whispers can make them powerful, but in reality, it is likely to lead to madness or even death...
I don't know whether he is lucky or unlucky to spend 400 pounds to buy something like this.
Angel couldn't help but speculate as he watched the black-haired man carefully put the wooden box containing the magical item into his pocket.
After this transaction, someone successfully sold a rune steel sword worth 500 pounds, which was said to have come from the Church of the Eternal Sun, becoming the largest transaction of the night.
Angel also wanted to ask the "witch" for the subsequent "Joy Witch" potion formula, but this was his first time attending this party and he knew nothing about the identities of the others.
And according to the current trading model, asking to buy potions is equivalent to telling everyone her potion sequence, so she thought over and over again and did not make a transaction request.
When no one in the room spoke anymore, the old man with the Eyes of Wisdom announced the end of the party.
Following his instructions, the members left the venue one by one under the guidance of the waiter, with each person leaving for three minutes.
Well, this can effectively protect the safety of participants and prevent them from being tracked by others. Unfortunately, it cannot be a private one-on-one transaction like with Mr. A. After all, it is still easy to expose one's identity...
The number of people present quickly decreased. Angel looked at the fat pharmacist with whom she had made a deal, and he also stayed where he was and did not leave.
"Will you two agree on another time to leave separately, or will you leave together?"
When there were only a few people left, the Eye of Wisdom asked.
"Let's go together. I want to solve this problem as soon as possible. My herbs can't wait too long."
The pharmacist replied, giving Angel a questioning look.
The latter also wanted to get the balance quickly and nodded in agreement.
After returning the hooded robe to the servant, the two pushed open the door and left the building with a nondescript exterior. Angel discovered that the exit was not the same as the one she came in. This meant that the building had multiple entrances and exits. Coupled with the rule of leaving in batches, it was almost impossible to run into other people on the way out, which was quite safe.
When they reached the moonlit street, the fat pharmacist took off his iron mask, wiped the sweat from his face, and let out a long sigh.
Angel also put away the puppy mask, but she still had the psychological suggestion effect of the "Ring of Madness" under the mask, showing a disguised face.
"Let's go, let's go to the place you mentioned and help you solve your troubles as soon as possible."
Smoothing his messy black hair, Angel said to the pharmacist.
"Okay...okay, but aren't you afraid it might be dangerous so late at night? I thought you would arrange another time and go during the day."
The pharmacist, who looked even fatter after taking off his mask, was stunned for a moment, then nodded in response.
"It's dark and windy at night...that's when things get done."
Angel stretched out his tone and suddenly turned around to get close to the other person's face, scaring the fat pharmacist so much that his eyes widened and he dodged backwards.
"Do, do things?"
Feeling slight signs of digestion of the "witch" potion in his body, Angel was shocked and frightened by his sudden bold behavior.
Although she just wanted to scare him, how could she act like this... She wanted to take off the crazy ring she had been wearing all day and throw it aside, but she was worried that the fat pharmacist was still around, so she had to explain quickly:
"Well, for Beyonders, it's safer at night. You don't have to worry about patrolmen on the streets, and you don't have to worry about official Beyonders. Well, except for some night owls..."
Angel stumbled as he spoke, quickly raising the hood of his cloak to hide his embarrassed expression, and left the narrow alley with the fat pharmacist.
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