This necromancer is going to seduce the beautiful girls who are already dead.

He strolled out, closing the basement door behind him.

Gylvia sat on the table, somewhat bored, and looked at Abyss beside her, only to suddenly notice that Abyss seemed to be smiling.

"Abis, what are you laughing at?" she asked, somewhat curious.

“I laughed at his old tricks.” Abyss chuckled and pointed to the incense burner on the table, which was emitting wisps of smoke. “It contains a kind of potion, which seems to have been modified in some way, but overall it has a calming and mood-enhancing effect.”

"Is there a problem? This potion isn't poisonous, is it? When I came out, I brought out a little something to test for poison in case the enemy tried to use this method to ambush me." As she spoke, Jivia took out a thin test tube sealed with a stopper from her pocket, inside which was a small, bright green herb.

This plant is called the Poison-Testing Grass, a plant commonly used by alchemists. One of its characteristics is that it is very sensitive to smells; if it comes into contact with a gas that is toxic to humans, it will immediately turn yellow.

Jivia held the poison-testing grass and shook it over the incense burner. The grass remained green and did not change color.

“No, that’s not it. This potion itself isn’t poisonous, but if someone inhales too much, it will cause some subtle changes… For example, they’ll become particularly easy to talk to because they’re in a good mood,” Abyss said to Gylvia with a smile. “For example, I’d like you to lie down and take a nap right now, is that alright?”

"It's nothing..." Gylvia said, then suddenly covered her mouth. She was someone who hated sleeping because she had nightmares whenever she slept, and besides, if she took a nap now, the calming effect of the Spring of Dew at night would be lost. Why would she so easily agree to Abyss's joking suggestion?

“It will get even worse in a little while,” Abis said. “At that point, even if he asks you for 1.5 million, you will agree after a difficult weighing of the options.”

"What!" Santos was furious and immediately stood up to confront Winkle, but was pulled back down to sit by Gylvia.

“Abyss…do you want to…” Flora whispered to Abyss, gesturing for him to use some mind manipulation magic to facilitate the deal.

Abis shook his head mysteriously: "No need, he's actually hiding in the kitchen right now and will be back soon. I reckon there'll be something even more interesting to come."

Not long after Abyss finished speaking, Winkle returned with a big smile. He plopped down in his seat and said, "Sorry to keep you all waiting. Let's talk about the price now. My partner has agreed to a minimum price of 1.4 million. What do you think?"

“Not so good,” Abis suddenly said from the side, “because soon you won’t be the one negotiating prices with us.”

"What?" Winkler asked, puzzled.

At that moment, the basement door was suddenly flung open, and a burly man wearing a black baseball cap and with a chewed-out spoon in his mouth walked down the stairs.

"Hey, Winkle, this is beautiful, my loyal Winkle, what are you doing here?"

When Winkle saw the man, his expression changed drastically. But before he could take any further action, the burly man threw a thin glass bottle at him. With a crack, the glass bottle shattered on his body, and the medicine inside spilled out, quickly forming a layer of foam. The foam then hardened rapidly, turning Winkle, still sitting in his seat, along with the chair, into a milky-white stone statue!

"Brothers, arrest these people of unknown origin as well, so I can get to the bottom of this."

The burly man, spoon in his mouth, gave an order indistinctly, and at that moment a group of people wearing black baseball caps filed in!

Chapter 115 Can We Sit Down and Talk Now?

Some of the people wearing black baseball caps carried away Winkle, who had been turned into a sculpture, while others silently surrounded the group from the Abyss.

"You didn't do anything to the people we left outside, did you?" Gylvia remained calm, sitting in her seat and looking at the man with the spoon in his mouth.

The man casually raised his hand to signal his subordinates to wait, then sat down on the table and put one leg on it: "Of course, Miss, I just used some magic potions to put your people to sleep. Once the misunderstanding is cleared up, we will help you wake them up—don't worry, it won't do any harm to their bodies, at most they'll lose their appetite for a couple of days."

"What misunderstanding is there between us? Who is this Winkler?"

The man chewed the spoon in his mouth twice. "Oh, this is wonderful. Winkle didn't tell you anything? Haha, I doubt it. He's one of my men, and his job is to guard one of my potion warehouses. I just heard from others that this guy has been bribed by the Sheep's Eye Gang and plans to empty my warehouse, splitting the profits 50/50 with them. If you had made your decision any faster, he might already be out of town with the money."

Santos felt somewhat guilty. As a general, he shouldn't have made such a mistake, but in his desperation, he wanted to contact the potion seller as soon as possible and bring the princess to the Eastern Empire to find a way to break the nightmare. As a result, he contacted such a cunning swindler.

The gang members were still surrounding them. Santos and several guards had already prepared their weapons, ready to fight these local thugs at any moment. Although Leona sat calmly in her chair, she was actually ready to make her move.

"Alright, guys, take them away, but don't hurt those three ladies." The man with the spoon in his mouth seemed too lazy to continue talking to Gylvia. He straightened up from the table and landed on the ground, then walked towards the door.

The thugs continued to surround Abyss and his companions. Only then did Abyss speak: "Friends, if this is a misunderstanding, why don't we talk it out here instead of making such a fuss?"

The Black Hat gang members hesitated for a moment.

“Our young lady doesn’t like being offended like this. Could you please treat her with courtesy?” Abyss said lazily, looking at his followers.

The man with the spoon in his mouth had just reached the door and was about to open it when he heard Abyss's words and stopped again.

He turned around, his eyes wide with disbelief: "What are you talking about? You're a group of foreigners of unknown origin who want to buy military-grade potions. Of course, I can't just sit here and chat with you peacefully. What if you run away?"

"Do you really think your people can stop us?"

"Heh heh, look at you. We're just being safe. If there are no problems, we'll let you leave, of course." The man became interested and leaned against the stair railing leading to the first floor, continuing to direct his men, "Don't just stand there, make your move. If they resist, use some magic potion."

The gang members also lost patience. They grinned and rolled up their sleeves, revealing miniature crossbows strapped to their wrists, which were clearly loaded with arrows laced with anesthetic potions.

Abis smiled calmly and extended a hand to the group of followers.

Suddenly, his hand clenched into a claw shape, and white magical light emanated from his eyes. With his movement, one of his henchmen was lifted into the air!

"Uh...uh..." The gang member struggled desperately, scratching at his neck with both hands, where a handprint was clearly visible.

“I told you, the young lady doesn’t like being treated so roughly. Are you all deaf?” Abyss’s tone turned cold as he stood up from his seat, grabbing the gang member’s neck with one hand.

The captured gang members opened their mouths wide in agony, but couldn't breathe in a single drop of air; their faces turned purple from the effort.

"What are you doing!" Some of the gang members were terrified by the scene and immediately pointed their crossbows at Abyss. "Put him down!"

"Take your stupid weapon away." Abyss looked at him with wolf-like eyes. "Otherwise, don't blame me for not giving you a chance."

His grip tightened, and the struggles of the gang members he had pulled into the air grew weaker and weaker. Their bloodshot eyes bulged out, their tongues stretched out, and they looked like they were about to suffocate.

Then, Abyss slammed his hands together, and with a snap, the gang member's neck bent backward 180 degrees before he fell to the ground with a thud. After a few twitches, his body remained still.

The power Abyss displayed terrified the gang members present, and even the man leaning against the armrest couldn't help but look at him with a look of astonishment and suspicion.

"You dare kill my men?" The man glared at Abyss, but dared not take another step forward.

"I was just showing you how easy it would be for me to kill you," Abyss said with a sinister smile. "Now, can we talk?"

The man wanted to refuse again, but seeing the look in Abyss's eyes, he completely gave up the idea.

That was no ordinary boy's gaze; it held an arrogance that commanded everything and a ruthless killing intent—the kind of look only someone accustomed to death could possess! He had initially thought this gray-haired boy was merely an advisor to the voluptuous "Miss Veronica," but judging from the effortless killing of a gang member he had just displayed, he was at least a seventh-rank mage! Perhaps even higher!

To fight a seventh-tier mage surrounded by guards is practically suicidal!

“It’s beautiful… Hey, friend, perhaps we can talk here. I’ve just changed my mind.” He remained silent for a long time before finally raising his hands to his ears, pushing past his trembling henchmen, hooking a chair over with his foot, and sitting down. “I can sell you this batch of potions, as long as you offer a fair price. How about it?”

“That’s right.” Abis smiled with satisfaction. He sat back down in his chair and said to Gylvia, “Miss, it’s your turn to talk to him.”

Flora glanced at Abyss with some surprise, utterly shocked by his behavior, which clearly violated the necromancer's code.

Abyss glanced in her direction as if by telepathy, winked at her, and gave her a mysterious smile.

Chapter 116 A Different Kind of Gangster Boss

"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Titus, and I'm the... um... boss of the Black Hat Gang in this city of Lavoisier." The burly man held a spoon in his mouth, trying his best to appear serious, but his inherent nonchalance was still revealed in his small movements. "That guy just now wasn't qualified to do business with you. Now it's my turn to do so."

“My name is Veronica, and I would like to purchase your goods.” Gylvia calmly looked at Titus. Although the sudden display of power by the Abyss had surprised her, the mature woman naturally wouldn't show her astonishment. Her attention remained focused on the man opposite her who might sell her this batch of military-grade potions. “As you can see, my companion is very strong, but we will still purchase these potions using civilized methods. Please rest assured.”

“Miss Veronica, what is your offer?” Titus immediately switched to the role of a businessman. “You know, recently, because the Sheep Eye Gang’s warehouse was blown up, the price of potions in this area has doubled.”

“I’m willing to offer one million Imperial Coins for this shipment, nearly double the original price. I think that’s a fair offer.” Gylvia looked at Titus across from her. The incense burner in front of her, which had been burning with potions, had been extinguished. The two sides were engaged in a fair negotiation.

“Ah…you talked to Winkler before, right? You should have discussed this price with him too, right?” Titus nodded, the spoon in his mouth bobbing up and down as he spoke. “This price…well, I’m not quite sure if it’s appropriate right now…I’d like to know your identities first.”

Titus's gaze slowly sharpened as he stared into Gylvia's eyes, as if trying to pierce through her.

Titus looked to be in his early thirties, which was quite young for a gang leader. His beard was clean-shaven, and his features were strong and handsome. If it weren't for the burn scar on his nose, he could even be described as a "pretty boy." But there was an unusual sharpness in his eyes, which made Gylvia instinctively want to avoid his gaze. However, she suppressed this thought because they were in the middle of negotiations and she couldn't show weakness.

“I can’t tell you my identity. The reason we contacted Winkle this time was because he promised us he wouldn’t pry into our background or identity. Even now that you’ve taken him away, that request remains unchanged.” Gylvia shook her head firmly and said, “If you insist on asking about our identities, I can only tell you that I have no comment. We will leave here and abandon this deal.”

“First of all, if you were wise enough, you wouldn’t have given up on making a deal with me.” Titus smiled slightly. “In this city of Lavoisier, only three gangs control the potion market: the Goat’s Eye Gang, the Black Hat Gang, and the Dogfish Gang. We all know the Goat’s Eye Gang’s problem; they simply can’t produce any goods. As for the Dogfish Gang, they can’t help you at all, because none of the potions they sell are suitable for fighting. The potions produced in their factories are almost all luxury items with hallucinogenic effects. The good quality ones are for the upper class’s sensual pleasures, while the bad quality ones are sold to the common people to escape reality. If you intend to use them for the army… hehe, that’s of course impossible.”

“We can also purchase from other places,” Givia said.

Titus shook his head: "Other places only dare to sell these military-grade potions in retail. Imperial law stipulates that the purchase of potions for combat use must be registered. If you purchase these potions in large quantities from individual households, you will be spotted by the Imperial City Guard within a day, and then you will be in trouble. At that time, you will be unable to hide your identity."

"You really want to know our identities?" Jivia said, half annoyed. "Selling such large quantities of potions violates the laws of the Eastern Empire. Do you really need to know so much detail? I thought your goal was to make money, not to satisfy your curiosity by asking so many questions."

Titus laughed heartily at Givia's words. He pressed his hands down, signaling Givia to calm down, and then said, "Miss Veronica... or whatever your name may be, you may not know the principles of our Black Hat Gang. Although we do illegal business, if anyone makes a large-scale purchase of military-grade combat potions, we must find out where these potions are sold, who they are used for, and who they are used against. Otherwise, we will absolutely not sell them."

Abyss, who had been quietly listening to the two men's negotiation, raised an eyebrow. This Titus seemed rather interesting. He glanced at Leona and Flora, who had been sitting quietly beside him; they both seemed to be curious about this gang leader as well.

"You can laugh at me all you want, calling me an incompetent mob boss, but I have my likes and dislikes. I will never allow these potions to be used against innocent people. The Sheep's Eye Gang's warehouse was actually blown up by an alchemist I hired because my spies told me they planned to sell a batch of military-grade potions to Iron Lily... I didn't want that deal to go through." Titus said, spreading his arms and looking in a certain direction. "You should really see what it was like when several of the Sheep's Eye Gang's warehouses exploded at the same time. The colorful smoke billowed into the sky like rainbows, it was simply... too beautiful."

“Iron Lily…” Jivia frowned, clearly aware of the organization. “You mean that group of madmen who hate elves and take pride in killing them?”

Abyss had also heard of this organization. The Iron Lily were said to have been founded over a hundred years ago, a legion composed entirely of pure-blooded humans. They were extremely racist, harboring intense hatred for elves, and roamed the vicinity of elven kingdoms, frequently robbing elven caravans, raiding elven villages, and even once attempting to attack an elven town. Elves who fell into their hands were almost always brutally murdered. Representatives of the elven kingdoms repeatedly protested to neighboring countries, but because this legion did not belong to any nation, the surrounding countries could only treat them as ordinary bandits, which could be summarized by a term brought by the transmigrator—terrorists.

“Yes, although I don’t have much of a relationship with the elves, I can imagine how many innocent elves would die from their ridiculous ‘discrimination’ if large quantities of military-grade potions were sold to the Iron Lilies.” Titus spread his hands. “Now you should understand why I’m investigating your identity so thoroughly, right?”

"This..." Gylvia hesitated. Although this Titus was a gang leader, a villain who walked in the shadows, he seemed to have some principles?

“If you don’t want to say, can I guess for myself? Men, you can all go out first. I need to speak with this lady alone,” Titus suddenly suggested.

Although the members of the Black Hat Gang hesitated, they all went out. A short member took the initiative to carry the dead man whose head had been forcibly twisted onto his back and took him out with him.

Titus and his henchmen all left the room before he spoke, "You don't need to answer whether it's right or wrong, and I don't need your cooperation to verify anything. Just let me guess your identity, okay? I guess... your name isn't Veronica, you might be called Gvia."

Gvia remained outwardly calm, but inwardly she was in an uproar: How did he know?

Chapter 117 I Want Him to Be With Me

"Let me explain my reasoning," Titus said with a smile, looking at Givia. "If I'm wrong in any way, I hope you won't laugh at me."

“Please speak.” Gylvia nodded.

"First, although you seem to be a native of the Western Empire in terms of your attire, the style of your carriage, and your accent, some details about your men reveal your homeland. Look, the guards standing behind you, although they are dressed as mercenaries and have different styles of equipment, have one thing in common: they all deliberately wear long-sleeved shirts that completely cover their arms and wrists. Without exception, may I speculate that their arms are covered with tattoos that are the symbol of Osi warriors? Of course, I don't need to look, after all, I promised you I wouldn't ask for confirmation."

The guards behind Givia immediately stared warily at Titus, but Titus was not nervous and simply smiled.

The Kingdom of Ossi does indeed have such a custom: every adult warrior must have their arms covered with exquisite tattoos. The tattoo designs are the unique emblems of the warrior's family, and are extremely complex and possess a considerable degree of artistry.

“Secondly, coming from the Western Empire or the Kingdom of Osi, requiring such a large quantity of military-grade potions, and led by a young woman, this group is truly unique. With a little process of elimination, we can deduce your most likely identity—Princess Gylvia, the leader of the Osi Kingdom's Restoration Army.” Titus smiled and held up two fingers. “Although this place is quite far from the Western Empire and the Kingdom of Osi, I am someone who keeps up with current events. In my opinion, being well-informed is the most important condition for running a gang well.”

By this time, Givia had gradually calmed down. Titus's guesses were all accurate, and she had nothing to say. Now was not the time to lie and try to cover it up.

“Third… cough cough, the third point might be a bit offensive, so please allow me to say it first.” Titus suddenly seemed a little embarrassed, and he kept everyone in suspense.

After thinking for a moment, Gylvia, who had been navigating the world outside the palace for a long time and was no longer bothered by offenses, nodded and said, "Go ahead and say it, I won't mind."