Chapter 71 "Justice" and Transactions
Of course, this could also be a "phishing message." There are many Beyonders and even ordinary people who know the name of the Sequence 9 potion, and they don't need to know the complete formula of the potion to publish sales information.
This kind of transaction between strangers has no third-party guarantee, and it is impossible to even determine whether the formulas and materials obtained are genuine, so the risk is extremely high.
Angel had all the potion knowledge left by Cole in her mind, from "Assassin" to "Witch". She had no need for the formula itself, but only needed the two main ingredients. If she had a choice, she would rather purchase them one by one from different people, rather than looking for such vague information and betting her hopes on the other party's conscience.
As long as she could obtain two main ingredients, and then go to an ordinary herbalist or alchemy shop to buy auxiliary materials, or even go to the Nighthawks' warehouse to get some in the name of "making a spell", she could immediately reproduce the "Instigator" potion in her mind.
Unfortunately, after browsing the entire trading market and checking the entire message board, there was only this one clue pointing to the "instigator". Even if it was a trap, she had no choice but to jump in.
At most, tie a rope around your body.
Fortunately, the time specified for leaving the message is tomorrow afternoon, so there is no need to rush.
Of course, Angel had considered obtaining the potion materials through the channels of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, but first of all, she couldn't explain how she knew the subsequent potion formula of the "Assassin". Secondly, completing the role of the "Assassin" within a month was too shocking and would inevitably attract the attention of the church's top leaders.
Rather than taking these risks, she would rather secretly save money and buy materials, and then reveal her promotion when the time is right.
After scanning the message board again and finding no other useful information, Angel pretended to walk around, returned to the stairs from the wall, and followed the crowd entering the third floor again, approaching the location designated by the "Justice" message.
Most of the customers who came to trade goods were walking deeper into the market, so that at the stairs, apart from the guards looking around, there were only passers-by, which made the two people standing in the stalls closest to the stairs look very abrupt.
Angel watched from the side for two minutes. Seeing that the man and woman had no intention of leaving, and that there were no other people around who fit the description of the "justice" message, he took a deep breath and moved closer.
The first time she saw the woman, she was sure that this "justice" was not that "justice".
In the gray fog space constructed by Mr. Fool, the members were standing when they first met. Angel could estimate the size of the other two based on his own height. Miss Justice was about 1.7 meters tall, with long hair.
This woman who also called herself "Justice" looked like she wasn't even an adult yet. She was less than 1.6 meters tall, half a head shorter than Angel. Her brown hair was styled into a short ponytail that highlighted her vitality. She wore a long dress that was common in Enmat Port, a combination of the styles of the Kingdom of Loen and Balam.
Unless the "audience" potion can distort others' perception of Beyonders' height and hairstyle, this person is definitely not Miss "Justice" of the Tarot Club.
As Angel was observing the two people, the tall man who was talking in a low voice with the woman quickly glanced over with a vigilant look. He quickly confirmed that someone was approaching him, stopped talking, and moved his body in front of the woman, blocking Angel's path.
"Excuse me, I'm here to make a deal. Is she Miss Justice?"
Angel didn't want to have a pointless conflict, so seeing that the man was extremely alert, he quickly stopped and stretched out his hands from under his cloak to show that he was not a threat.
"She is, what do you want?"
The man did not let his guard down, but replied with a sullen look.
He was about 24 or 25 years old, with short black hair. He wore a black vest with a white shirt underneath. His legs looked thin under his slim trousers. If it weren't for the revolver slung openly on his waist, he would have looked a bit like a butler in a wealthy family.
It seems this person is Miss Justice's bodyguard. No wonder a young woman who looks only sixteen or seventeen would dare to appear in such a mixed market at night. To be able to hire a bodyguard with a gun, this "Justice" must be as wealthy as Miss Justice in the Tarot Club...
Angel quickly analyzed the identities of the two men, and seeing that the bodyguard's face was becoming increasingly impatient and seemed about to explode in the next second, he quickly introduced his own identity.
"I'm the seller who left her a message on the message board this afternoon. I have 'Star Crystals' to sell..."
Before Angel finished speaking, Justice popped his head out from behind the bodyguards and said excitedly:
"That's great. I've been waiting for a long time and thought you wouldn't come over today."
"Sorry, I was delayed on the way, and I just checked the message board again."
Angel apologized perfunctorily, but she didn't take it seriously. The time range of her message was two hours, which was within the agreed time.
"Should we go somewhere quieter, or should we just trade here?"
Seeing that the other party did not continue to dwell on the issue of being late, she turned the subject back to the transaction.
"Let's do it here. We can exchange the money and the goods. We have guards watching over us, so we can rest assured."
"How many grams of 'Star Crystal' do you have?"
It was still Mr. Bodyguard who answered. "Justice" seemed to be ignorant of the world, but he trusted the bodyguard very much.
Angel took out several pieces of star crystals that had been packed in a cloth bag. Most of them were purchased at the trading market in Tingen City for use in making special bullets. A small part was the surplus after he got materials from Old Neil last time to make bullets. Due to different sources, the star crystals were also divided into four or five pieces of different sizes and shapes, totaling 40 grams.
Angel poured the crystals, which shone with starlight, into her palm. She extended her hand slightly to show the other person, then took it back. If she bought these crystals at the Dragon Bar in Tingen City, they would be worth about 160 pounds. She couldn't just give them to someone else.
"Yes! It's the Star Crystal, exactly the same one I bought this morning. How many are here?"
A smile from the heart blossomed on the brown-haired girl's face, as if she saw the potion she was about to drink through the starlight emitted by the star crystal.
She had already bought some of it this morning?
Angel remembered that the Fortune Teller's potion required 50 grams of star crystals. He thought he didn't have enough, but he didn't expect the Fortune Teller to have already acquired some from elsewhere. He just didn't know how much more he needed...
"There are 40 grams here, and they are sold for 200 pounds in total. They are not sold individually."
Angel originally planned to add a little premium and sell it for around 180 pounds, but seeing that the buyer was so eager, she secretly raised the price a little.
The bodyguard opened his mouth as if to say something, but the girl behind him nodded quickly: "Okay, no problem, I want them all."
"... Let's go over there and have it weighed. If the weight is correct, we'll complete the deal."
The black-haired bodyguard's efforts to bargain were stillborn, and he could only point helplessly at the public scales next to the armed guard.
Angel, who had already prepared for bargaining, was also stunned by the unexpected buyer's straightforwardness.
“Okay…Okay.”
Several people moved to the table where the scales were placed. Under the eager gaze of "Justice", Angel poured the star crystal from the cloth bag and placed it on one end of the scales. The bodyguard carefully placed weights of corresponding weights on the other side.
"Yes, 40 grams."
The scales remained balanced between the four 10-gram weights and the Star Crystal, which made the wide-eyed "Justice" smile with joy.
It seems that this is roughly the number of star crystals she needs...
Angel held the bag in one hand and held the other hand flat. She looked not at Justice but at her bodyguard.
This innocent girl doesn't look like she's good at managing money.
The black-haired bodyguard tilted his head and looked at "Justice". After she nodded in agreement, he took out his wallet from the inner pocket of his vest, counted out 200 pounds in bills, and exchanged them for the cloth bag containing the star crystal in Angel's hand.
After carefully counting the bills and checking the watermarks on each one under the light, Angel put the bills into his inner pocket and put them away. "No problem, I got the 200 pounds."
"Justice" also finished examining the star crystal with the help of her bodyguard. The psychedelic starlight shone on her face, making her slightly childish face look somewhat mysterious.
"I have no problem here either."
The bodyguard still had that gloomy look on his face, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his lady completing the deal without bargaining. But after seeing "Justice" check the star crystal, he nodded to Angel.
Both sides breathed a sigh of relief that the deal had been successfully concluded, rather than broken down amidst arguments and suspicions. Seeing that Justice was still in high spirits, Angel took the opportunity to voice a question that had been on his mind: "Miss Justice, are you a member of an organization called the Tarot Club?"
"Tarot Club..."
The girl seemed lost in some memories, her face first thoughtful, then furious. "I did attend a private gathering called the 'Tarot Club' before. They claimed to be some mysterious organization, but they were full of charlatans pretending to be knowledgeable. They asked me to fund their research into half-truthful, yet extremely expensive magical rituals. If Mr. Wilson from the Church of the Storm hadn't exposed them, I would still be in the dark."
"But I liked the name they assigned me, so I kept it."
It seems that she is quite satisfied with the code name "Justice"... But as expected, this so-called "Tarot Club" is a copycat organization that specializes in using the gimmicks of mysticism to deceive these wealthy young men and women. No wonder the local night watchmen did not continue to track them after a round of investigation.
But speaking of which, this young lady's experience is somewhat similar to Miss Justice from the Tarot Club. If Justice hadn't met Mr. Fool, me, and the Hanged Man, she might have been tricked into joining some strange organization, paying a price to learn a lesson, or even buying a fake potion...
After learning that the "Enmat Harbor Branch of the Tarot Club" was a knockoff, Angel's worries were finally put to rest, and what followed was a surge of pride in the "authentic Tarot Club."
"Then we really have to thank Mr. Wilson."
Angel echoed the other person's words and gave a thumbs up to this kind-hearted person who he had never met before but helped him destroy the fake Tarot Club.
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