Chapter 181 Mr. A’s Two Plans
If Angel still couldn't associate the name "Mr. A" with the "Aurora Society" after hearing it, then her two months as a Night Watchman in Tingen City would have been in vain.
This sounds like the same naming style as Mr. C and Ms. D, which undoubtedly highlights the other party's identity as a messenger of the Aurora Society.
I just don't know whether Mr. A has any connection with the two gods who fought with Angel, and whether he knows the existence of such a Night Watchman who has repeatedly ruined the Aurora Society's good deeds.
She was now extremely thankful that she was wearing the kitten mask. Otherwise, if she were seen by Mr. A and captured by Aurora, she would probably really be rotting in a stinking ditch in Backlund, just like the Dominican Federation said.
Unaware of Angel's inner thoughts, the Dominican Federation's eyes, hidden under the clown mask, looked around the gathering place, lingering on every unmasked member, as if looking for a target.
After the last two members, one tall and one short, two women who did not cover their faces, entered the venue, and after waiting for a few minutes, no new members entered, Mr. A on the sofa whispered:
"Start the rally, state your demands, or request a separate transaction."
Angel was wondering how to "make a request" when the Dominican Federation took a stack of notes from the coffee table next to her, took one for herself, and handed the rest to her.
“If you want to sell or buy something, or see your needs on the blackboard, you can write it on a slip of paper and a waiter will come and take it away.”
He pointed to the two blackboards standing by the wall, on which a lot of transaction details were written.
"Human face rose, one, 280 pounds."
"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' formula for sale, 450 pounds."
"Looking to buy the silk glands of an adult giant widow spider. Price negotiable."
"Star crystal, 30 grams, 80 pounds."
"Mummy powder, large quantity, £5 per 10 grams."
"I need the recipes for the Audience and Mind Reader potions. The price will be negotiated in person."
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Comparing the prices here with the underground markets of Tingen City and Enmat Port in his memory, Angel discovered that prices in big cities were indeed much cheaper than in small places. Perhaps this was because Backlund had a large volume of extraordinary material transactions and transparent prices, while in small cities, there was often no demand for the materials, resulting in inflated prices.
It's a pity that there are no magical items. Perhaps these things will be bought as soon as they appear, or perhaps their owners are waiting for someone to take the initiative to buy them and then sell them at a premium.
Two waiters walked among the members of the gathering, collecting or passing some notes, and then wrote the contents of the notes on two blackboards. Every time a new note was written, the content would be called out, and this was done three times in total to make it noticeable to all members present and facilitate transactions.
Soon after Angel noticed that several members were passing notes, he was asked to leave the room by the waiter. A few minutes later, he returned to the meeting room and continued to sit in his chair and look at the blackboard.
Looking at the Dominican Federation who was busy writing something, Angel also took the pen, wrote "Buy 30 grams of star crystal" on the note, and handed it to the waiter who walked slowly forward.
The young waiter, who also hid his face under his hood, lowered his head and whispered:
"The Star Crystal is being sold here on consignment. If you need it, I can get it here right now."
It turns out to be so convenient...
Angel nodded, carefully counted out 80 pounds in notes and handed them to the waiter.
Less than two minutes later, the waiter came back and handed her a small cloth bag with a tied mouth.
When the cloth bag was opened, a jelly-like crystal lay inside, shining like stars under the dim light in the room.
"If the weight is different from what was said, who should I contact? Mr. A?"
Although he was sure by feel that the star crystal was not missing any weight, Angel still asked worriedly.
"Don't worry, Mr. A wouldn't allow such a thing to happen at his party, especially consignment." Before the waiter could reply, the Dominican Federation came over, handed a note to the waiter, and said, "Give this to Mr. A and tell him we're ready to trade."
"How are you going to trade the manuscript? Are you going to hand it over to the waiter like this?"
After the waiter left, Angel asked curiously.
"How is that possible? This isn't a business worth just a few dozen pounds. We need to go to a separate room next door."
The Dominican Commonwealth looked at Angel as if she were an ignorant girl from the countryside.
No wonder people were often escorted away by waiters; it turned out they were going to conduct transactions nearby...
Ignore the constant provocations from this "provocateur", Angel thought secretly.
When no one passed the note anymore, Mr. A announced:
"The break has begun, everyone can communicate freely."
Then the man in black robe stood up from the sofa, left the venue and entered a small door nearby.
The members of the assembly began to communicate with people nearby, either whispering or making loud noises. The whole venue suddenly changed from a secret gathering to a vegetable market. Angel could see that many members here should know each other privately, such as the two ladies who entered last. They had already gathered together in the corner of the room.
The waiter who had delivered the note came back to the Dominican Federation and whispered:
"Mr. A, please come over."
you?
Angel detected the word.
Perhaps Sonya had come with him before, wearing a kitten mask, or perhaps Mr. A had seen their conversation just now...
Guessing, Angel and the Dominican Federation followed the waiter to the door of a study next door.
"After you go in, follow my expression."
The Dominican Federation, wearing a clown mask, whispered something to Angel and pushed open the door.
Mr. A, who had just left, was still wearing a black robe and a hood, sitting at a cheap-looking desk. Behind him, the glass of the spacious window was covered with a layer of dust, making the last ray of sunlight in the evening appear even dimmer.
Angel noticed that there were not many books on the shelves in this study. He wondered if it was because the owner lacked the habit of reading or if there were other reasons.
"Your note just now said that the manuscript has been received?"
Mr. A's low question interrupted her observation and thinking.
"Yes, is the money ready?"
The Dominican Federation stepped forward and asked in return.
"I need to verify the authenticity of the manuscript before I can continue the transaction. Many forged manuscripts have appeared in Backlund recently. I hope you won't try to trick me."
After hesitating for a moment, the Dominican Federation turned sideways to look at Angel and nodded.
The latter took out a briefcase from under his cloak, untied the rope that sealed it, pulled out half of the manuscript, walked to the desk, and spread it flat on the table.
Mr. A immediately stood up and came over. He did not reach out to touch the manuscript, but instead scanned the sheets of manuscript paper, lingering for a long time on some complex formulas and glancing over the sketches.
He knew these formulas, or at least understood some of the principles... Could it be that this Aurora Society's messenger was a top student before he changed his career and became a cultist?
Angel held the other half of the manuscript tightly and carefully observed the movements of the Aurora Society's messenger.
After quickly reading the manuscript, Mr. A nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, let's continue."
He watched Angel collect the manuscripts, fold them neatly and put them back into the file bag, then continued:
"Due to a change in circumstances, I offer two options for trading this manuscript." He stretched his limbs under the quizzical gaze of the Dominican Federation and sat back in his chair. "First, I will purchase the manuscript now, and the 2,000 pounds will be replaced with a magical item. You can rest assured that its value is definitely much higher than this amount."
Didn't we agree to buy the manuscript directly for 2,000 pounds? Angel turned her gaze towards the Dominican Federation. She could guess that the expression of this "provocateur" was changing again and again under the clown mask.
"The second option," Mr. A said, ignoring the reactions of the two traders, "is to wait another week or so and purchase it according to the original plan. As a price for waiting, I can add another 200 pounds. But during this time, you cannot sell the manuscript to anyone else."
Just tell me you don't have any money right now...
Angel understood what Mr. A meant. He was currently short of money and could not come up with cash, so he had to either use magical items to offset the cost or wait until he had enough cash before trading.
Of course, facing an Aurora Society messenger who was likely a Sequence 5, she didn't dare to say such words out loud. She could only smile and answer behind the kitten mask:
"Can we discuss this?"
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"I didn't expect that Mr. A could organize a secret Beyonder gathering, but couldn't even come up with 2,000 pounds in cash..."
Outside the study door, Dominican Federation's eyes were filled with impatience under his mask. He spoke to Angel in a low voice, fearing that Mr. A, who was sitting on the other side of the wall, would hear him.
"What now? Wait a week?"
Angel asked.
She actually prefers the first option, provided that the magical item provided by Mr. A is indeed worth the price.
After being visited by the police and the Nighthawks, Angel had a vague feeling that the manuscript of the Difference Machine was a bit hot to the touch. There was a struggle between multiple forces behind it. The official Beyonders were tracking down the spy behind the manuscript, the gang kidnapped the insider to get information, and even the Aurora Society was eager to acquire it.
In this case, waiting another week for an extra £200 is risky.
The Dominican Federation obviously had these concerns. He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then clenched his fist as if he had made up his mind and said:
"Then let's go with Mr. A's first plan. The magical item is yours, and you give me the 600 pounds."
Huh? Wait, 600 pounds, I think...
Angel suddenly remembered that he had just spent 80 pounds to buy the star crystal, and the remaining change in his pocket only had 530 pounds.
But the Dominican Federation had already pushed open the study door and walked in.
"Mr. A, we have decided to choose the first option."
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