Please be my partner.

After thinking for a moment, Richman asked, "Master Mellen...it seems like you're still a student. I wonder how you came into contact with the extraordinary?"

Although he and Liman are friends, it does not mean that he will completely trust the person introduced by the latter. Moreover, apart from knowing that the young man in front of him is the so-called "Master Mellen", he knows nothing else, so naturally he should ask some questions first.

Mellen said calmly, "I'm studying at the Kingdom Mystic Academy, and I've only just started learning about the supernatural. Also, Mr. Richman, please don't call me Young Master. Just call me by my name."

Lishman was a little shocked for a moment. He knew about the Kingdom's Mysterious Academy. Only the descendants of the kingdom's most powerful people could enter. It was a gathering place for the second generation of the powerful and wealthy. To be able to study in such a place, one's status could be imagined. No wonder Lishman was so respectful.

Compared to the Special Affairs Bureau, which still has a certain degree of independence, the police system is almost entirely dependent on the kingdom and is naturally more deeply influenced by the nobility.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and his tone unconsciously slowed down a bit. He said, "Okay, Mellen, don't call me Mr. anymore. Just call me by my name."

Mellen nodded with a smile and said, "Okay, Richman."

Lishiman thought for a moment and said, "We will go to a superhuman trade fair in a while. The organizer is called the Collector, a second-level expert who is quite famous in this circle."

"If you're going, it's best not to reveal your real name. Just use a code name that you use regularly."

"Code name!"

Melen subconsciously thought of the name "fool", but after thinking carefully for a moment, he didn't dare to actually use it.

He said, "Then call me 'Swordsman'."

Richman shook his head and said, "There's already a 'Swordsman' in this circle."

Melen said casually, "Then let's call it 'Swift Wind'."

It's just a code name anyway, so he will definitely consider something that has nothing to do with his real ability.

Moreover, Yasuo, the Wind Sword Master, seems to be a good character.

Next, Richman patiently and carefully explained a lot of precautions to Mellen.

When the time gradually approached four o'clock, Richman stood up and said, "Come on, Mellen, it's time to go."

The two left the cafe and walked towards the downtown area.

According to Richman, most of the extraordinary people in these circles are wild. They are used to being free and undisciplined. Although they may not do anything evil, they all hate dealing with the authorities.

Therefore, the gathering place is usually not the upper city where the official power is strong, but the more chaotic lower city is their first choice.

At this time, they were already wearing cloaks and face scarves. After going around in circles, they could see that there were fewer and fewer pedestrians around them.

Soon, they came to a small courtyard, and Richman knocked on the door at a regular frequency.

Soon, the gate was opened a crack, and a muffled voice said, "Who is it?"

"I'm a friend of the collector and was invited to see his collection," Richman said. "This guy next to me is a new friend, and I, The Rock, am vouching for him."

The people in the courtyard were silent for a long time before they opened the door as if they had received an order.

Only then did Melen see that the man guarding the gate was a man as strong as an iron tower.

The man gestured towards the small house in the courtyard and said, "Go ahead, there are already quite a few people here."

Chapter 97 Trading

The courtyard was bare and obvious at a glance, and the houses in it looked very dilapidated. It was hard for Melen to imagine that this was a gathering place for a group of extraordinary people.

But he didn't ask any more questions and just followed with peace of mind.

Richman seemed to be accustomed to this and pushed the door open with Mellen into the house.

The house was also empty and very simple, not looking like anyone lived in it.

What’s strange is that there is a door in the house that doesn’t fit in with the surrounding environment.

This 'door' is bronze in color and has a metallic texture. It is decorated with a large number of mysterious patterns and beautiful carvings. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a work of art. However, it looks inexplicably out of place in this simple house.

Richman said softly, "Let's go."

Having said that, he opened the door.

Behind the door was an extremely luxurious hall. There were already about twenty or thirty people in the hall, and they were dressed in a very... personalized way.

Some were dressed in suits and ties, like aristocrats attending a ball; some were in military uniforms, with fierce expressions on their faces, like soldiers fresh from the battlefield; some were wrapped in animal skins, with greasepaint on their faces, looking slovenly, like savages from primitive tribes...

Most people just wear masks. Of course, there are also a few people who cover themselves tightly and look mysterious.

They were communicating with each other, and the overall atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Melen looked at the changing scenery inside and outside the door, and a thought flashed through his mind... a portal?!

Richman seemed to know what he was thinking and explained in a low voice, "This is a supernatural item owned by a collector. It can temporarily create an illusory space and connect multiple locations."

After entering the hall, the door behind him closed. Melen glanced around and saw more than ten similar doors on the walls outside the hall.

As the two entered, Melen could feel many eyes looking at him. He was also wearing a hooded cloak and a face scarf, with only his eyes exposed.

Richman simply wore a gray mask, and his mask seemed to be quite recognizable. Many people greeted him when they saw him, obviously knowing him.

At this time, the people present were talking about all sorts of random gossip, and Mellen listened in curiosity...

"I heard that Earl Nanli's daughter eloped with a wandering bard. The Earl is furious and is reportedly offering a large reward. Anyone who can provide useful information will receive hundreds of gold coins."

"..."

"The tribes of Southern Florence and Southern Wilderness are fighting. It seems they are fighting over some treasure. I plan to go over there and take a look. Maybe I can get something good out of it."

"..."

"What?! There's a new association? Associations are nothing new these days. They claim to be working for the benefit of everyone, but in the end, they're just sucking our blood! The Kingdom and the association are in cahoots, and none of them are good!"

"..."

"It's best not to go to Candy City during this time. There's a rumor going around there that a demon child is about to be born. It seems that a member of the famous demon hunter family Abraham has defected to the demon. I don't know if it's true or not."

"..."

Melen couldn't help but sigh that talking about gossip is really human nature.

Time passed, and perhaps because Mellen and his friends arrived late, only a few more people came after them, and the party officially began.

First, a clear and pleasant bell rang, and then a door appeared out of nowhere. A young man wearing a white top hat, a white suit, and a white cloak on his back, dressed very flashily, walked out.

Richman whispered, "This is the host of the party... The Collector."

Mellen nodded slightly to show that he understood.

The collector said in a melodious tone, "Good evening, everyone. I see many old friends and some new friends. Thank you for coming to this gathering. I hope you can get what you want."

"Well, without further ado, let's get started!"

At the end of his speech, the Collector made an exaggerated gesture of opening his hands.

Dozens of chairs suddenly appeared in the hall, scattered in a circular shape, with a certain distance between each chair, leaving only space in the middle of the hall.

The collector himself took the lead and sat down in a chair near the front, and the others followed suit.

Then, the scene was silent for a moment, as if everyone was waiting for something.

After a moment, one of them stood up and said, "Really? Each one is more patient than the other. Let me start first!"

Melen looked over and saw that the person who was speaking was a sturdy old man with a big beard.

He strode to the center of the hall and said, "I'm a craftsman. Many people should know me. Feel free to ask about my reputation. If you have any rare, special, or unique materials, you can sell them to me. The reward can be gold coins, or you can let me craft extraordinary items. Of course, the latter requires more details. That's all!"

After saying that, the craftsman walked away on his own.

It's like pressing a switch, and then one person after another starts to express their needs or sell the items in their hands.

Some of them walked to the center of the hall, while others simply spoke directly from their seats. The whole process seemed very casual.

"I need the Nether Throat Grass, preferably one that's ten years old or older, and I'll pay with gold coins."

"A small ruin with an unknown number of undead creatures. Are there any first-level knights who are interested, or friends who can effectively kill undead creatures?"

"The Lightning Ring, a first-level transcendental item, can release a powerful electric current upon contact with the enemy, causing paralysis. The downside is that the current won't show mercy to you just because you're the one releasing it. However, this can be avoided by wearing insulating gloves. I need the Ancient Spirit Solution. Don't ask me what this thing is; I'm not responsible for explaining it."

"I sell all kinds of healing and restorative potions here, and I also buy all potion formulas. The price is negotiable."

"..."

All those who sell items will let collectors take a look at them after introducing them, because the latter has the mysterious ability to roughly discern the effects of the items.

Once someone reaches a purchase intention, they can go to the newly appeared silver door at the edge of the hall. When it is opened, a separate small room will appear for them to discuss the specific transaction price.

Mellen also became interested in many items.

For example, someone was selling a long sword with an ancient shape and a very extraordinary look. According to him, it was excavated from a certain ruin and possessed incredible power.

Of course, the price he offered was also quite special. He actually wanted to exchange it for the third-level inheritance or related secret techniques of the fighter profession.

After hearing his offer, many people simply scoffed and ignored it. Even the craftsmen who were originally quite interested shook their heads.

For example, someone is selling an extraordinary item called the [Ring of Swiftness]. It is a black jade bracelet that can reduce wind resistance when worn and make one lighter.

This person directly proposed to trade with gold coins. Many people have expressed their intention to buy, so there will probably be some competition.

After everyone has finished introducing themselves, we will begin the specific transaction process.

The one selling the [Ring of Swiftness] was a small woman wearing a butterfly mask.

As she stood up and walked towards the trading room, three other people followed her.

Mellen thought about it, said hello to Richman, and followed him.

The trading room is a small, empty room. When the door is closed, all sounds from the outside world are immediately blocked out.

The lady with the butterfly mask saw four buyers and smiled contentedly. She said, "Although the [Ring of Swiftness] in my hand is only a first-level extraordinary item, I believe you should all be aware of its value. Therefore, my starting price is 500 gold coins. You can bid higher than this. The highest bidder wins."

As soon as these words were spoken, several buyers frowned slightly. This price was a bit high for a first-level extraordinary item.

However, considering the two abilities of the [Ring of Swiftness], namely, "reducing wind resistance" and "making oneself lighter", the same effect can be achieved regardless of whether it is the first, second or third order.

Moreover, this effect can improve one's own life-saving ability to a certain extent, so the premium is understandable.

Because there were only four buyers, the bidding was not fierce. Even when the price reached 700 gold coins, two people simply kept silent.

Finally, [Ring of Swiftness] was acquired by Melen for 800 gold coins.

During this period, Melen robbed the rich to help the poor, and with the surplus from the past, the amount of gold coins on him exceeded 2000, making him relatively wealthy.

Although he can ride his own dog when moving long distances, doing so will undoubtedly affect the dog's combat effectiveness, so it is necessary for him to run faster.

After completing the transaction, the butterfly-masked woman seemed quite interested in Mellen, but he ignored her and just opened the door and left.

The entire transaction process lasted nearly an hour before everyone returned to their seats.

Seeing this, the collector, who had been silent the whole time, stood up and said, "It seems that today's party is coming to an end. I will notify you of the next party time. Goodbye everyone!"

After saying that, a door opened out of thin air, entered it and disappeared.

Everyone left one after another, and Mellen and Richman also came to the door they had entered before and left through it.

It was still the same simple room as before. As the door was closed, the mysterious patterns and exquisite carvings on it disappeared, and it became an ordinary door.

Melen opened it curiously and found an ordinary bedroom inside.

Richman said, "The door here is merely a carrier of the power of that extraordinary object. When it withdraws its power, it will naturally no longer be possible to enter that space."

Mellen asked doubtfully, "Do these doors lead to somewhere fixed? If we enter a door opened by someone else, can we go directly to where they opened the door?"

Richman shook his head and said, "I don't know. According to the Collector, everyone can only exit through the door they entered, otherwise they will be lost in space."

Mellen nodded slightly. Perhaps the extraordinary item really could not be transmitted, or perhaps the collector said so on purpose. He did not delve into it.

The two men left the house, and the strong man with the iron tower who was guarding the courtyard had disappeared.

Mellen asked, "When is the next party? Will it be held here again?"

Richman said: "This kind of gathering is usually held once a month, and the entry point is not fixed each time. As long as there is a token given by the collector, he will send a messenger to deliver a letter with the specific time and entry point three days before the gathering."

Mellen frowned and said, "A token? Can it be found by a messenger? If I carry a token, doesn't that mean I can be located by the collector at any time?"

"According to collectors, the keepsakes have no location-based capabilities, and the messengers delivered the letters in a mysterious way that made them impossible to track," Richman said.

"Besides, we can just place the token somewhere safe and check every once in a while to see if there's any mail. Besides, not everyone needs to hold the token; after all, we can enter and exit through the same door as everyone else."

Mellen suddenly realized it and said, "Rishman, please invite me to the next party."

This kind of gathering of extraordinary people can indeed yield some interesting things.

Richman smiled and said, “Okay!”

After saying goodbye to Richman, Mellen went straight home.