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Chapter 61: Meeting at a Party and the Envelope Delivered

If it weren't for the information about Cloud City, I would never have thought that this was a secret gathering hosted by the Aurora Society.

Louis's expression remained unchanged, but he felt very strange inside.

“The darkest place is under the lamp” and “The most dangerous place is the safest place”. Emperor Roselle’s thoughts are indeed full of wisdom.

His thoughts were complicated, but they only took a moment, and Louis walked to the door.

There were three long and two short knocks on the door.

"squeak--"

The unique sound of the wooden door frame made Louis pay more attention.

He took in the scene inside the door.

The first thing he noticed was the man in black robe in the middle of the crowd, his face hidden in shadow, sitting casually on a single sofa.

There's an indescribable madness in his temperament, and it feels like he might kneel down and commit seppuku the next moment.

Moreover, he is filled with so much resentment, all of which are the wails and curses left by the spirits.

Louis swayed, as if he imagined those cruel and bloody scenes.

It turns out he is a lunatic from the Aurora Society!!

Louis randomly found a sofa in the corner and sat down, trying to make his presence less noticeable.

The people who came to the party were all strange and varied, wearing all kinds of clothes. Louis spotted people from Intis, Feysac, and even two people from Renburg at a glance.

Don't ask how Louis could tell. They didn't even try to hide it. The local costumes and symbols were enough to reveal their identities.

Apart from them, the rest of the people were either wearing robes and hoods like Louis, or wearing masks, while some looked nonchalant, perhaps they had disguised themselves?
Louis guessed.

After a while, with the arrival of the last four people, the clock rang and the party officially began.

The gatekeeper closed the door, and two hooded men in black carried out two blackboards from the rooms on both sides.

The black-robed man in the center never uttered a word; he just watched quietly.

Is this a free trade? I thought it was an auction like the Eye of Wisdom.

Louis only goes to gatherings with good reputation and credibility. Those are the valuable advice he received from my predecessor, the Wild Extraordinary.

This kind of gathering hosted by the evil god church made him feel alert as if a thorn in his back was attached.

"Need a pair of eyes from an adult manhal fish."

"Dust left by evil spirits, 165 pounds."

"Emperor Roselle's notes, three pages, 20 pounds."

"50g of soul crystals are needed."

"Please give me 5 drops of spirit tears."

Louis' eyes swept across the blackboard, which was filled with densely packed items, all of which were requests or demands.

Louis paused when he saw the last two lines of entries.

Although he came to deliver a letter, it would be better if he could disguise himself as a wild Beyonder who came to the party.

He happened to have both soul crystals and spirit tears, so he had a fairly ample supply.

Who asked me to host funerals every day? Louis rarely complained about himself.

"Yes! I am the owner of those three pages of notes!"

"I firmly believe that all of Emperor Roselle's secrets are hidden in his notes!!"

"Ordinary, ignorant people are destined to have no chance of this. We are the chosen ones! And the only ones!"

There was an excited cry from behind Louis, who had a curious expression in the shadow of his hood.

He looked over there, and not only him, but most of the people around him were looking at them.

He was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. He was still quite young and looked like a greenhorn.

The person who made the loud noise did not make any unnecessary concealment, or he did not even think of concealing it.

Maybe he was a young man who was attracted to the occult and found this channel by chance.

Can't you learn from the four people in black robes next to you? Look how well prepared they are.

Louis shook his head, no longer paying attention, turned around and found the black-clad waiter, telling him that he had soul crystals and spirit tears and could complete the transaction. The black-clad waiter took him into a closed small living room.

Louis closed his eyes and rested, his fingers lightly tapping on the table, waiting for someone to arrive.

Not long after, a faint rustling sound of footsteps was heard.

Not alone? Louis concluded from the chaotic footsteps.

It turned out to be you four, the black-robed man who just traded Roselle’s diary with a newcomer.

Louis didn't think much and went straight to the point.

"You are the ones who need soul crystals and spirit tears?"

"10g of crystal costs 200 gold pounds, and each teardrop costs 100 gold pounds."

“Is the price acceptable?”

Louis prepared himself to respond by being angrily called a profiteer.

"no problem--!"

Louis raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, he left room for bargaining.

Are all Beyonders so rich now? Are they nobles? Businessmen? Or some kind of organization?
Louis began to guess the identity. The one who accepted the premium in one go would not be an ordinary wild extraordinary person.

The other three people were obviously also startled by the sudden incident.

One of the smaller men in black robes tugged at the corner of the clothes of the man who spoke and spoke into his ear.

"Audrey! His premium is too high! You and Fors can't afford such an expensive item!"

Hugh Dilcha's somewhat rapid breathing revealed that she was not calm.

Soul crystals and spirit tears have always been relatively rare materials. An environment that can breed spirits is a dangerous place for low-sequence Beyonders.

Although it can only be used to make some extraordinary items, spells and materials for ritual magic, it is also rare.

It is worth mentioning that these two materials have the functions of preventing, warning and treating mental and spiritual abnormalities, injuries or curses.

But the offer from the person in front of them was obviously meant to rip them off.

Because of Fors's problem, Xio has always paid attention to this kind of news, and as usual, he searches for these items that can relieve the mental state at every secret gathering.

Originally, Xio and Fors had not planned to come, but they were worried about Audrey and Greylint, and they also wanted to see the transaction process of the secret party.

"It's okay, Hugh. Greylint, I, and my parents and family all need this kind of thing!"

"The more the merrier!"

Audrey made a soft sound and gently patted Hugh's shoulder with her right hand.

On the way here, Fors and Xio had already explained to them the uses and effects of these two items.

Audrey doesn't take money too seriously, especially compared to the safety of her family.

Greylint beside him also nodded.

"If Miss Audrey is interested, I can teach you some knowledge of the occult."

Instead of dissuading Audrey, Fors wanted to exchange her knowledge of mysticism.

After a brief exchange of ideas among the parties, the transaction continued.

Louis took out two small wooden boxes from his arms, which contained crystals and tears wrapped in silk cloth.

The crystals are tiny, diamond-shaped transparent crystals, while the teardrops are oval, silvery-white, amber-like substances.

After Louis counted the gold pounds, both parties walked out of the room one by one.

About half an hour later, the number of people at the party gradually decreased and people left one after another.

Louis was the last to leave. He stuffed the letter slightly behind the blackboard, and when the blackboard was moved, the envelope would naturally fall.

After a while.

"interesting."

Mr. A opened the envelope and his expression changed from joking to serious.

"idiot!"

(End of this chapter)