After about 10 seconds, a wooden board on the door was pulled open, and a pair of vigilant eyes looked at the three people outside the door through the small window, with scrutiny in their eyes.
After a while, the person behind the door seemed to recognize Kaspars, closed the wooden board, and then opened the door a crack.
"You guys, tell me in advance next time you bring someone, no, there will be no next time!"
An angry voice came from behind the door.
Kaspars curled his lips and motioned with his eyes to the two participants he brought to hurry in.
Stabilizing the cardboard mask on his face, Angel squeezed through the crack in the door and entered the room, followed closely by the black-haired man.
Behind the door stood a tall man who also wore an iron mask. He handed over two simple hooded robes and said:
"Put it on and follow me."
Angel obeyed the instructions and put on his robe and hood, revealing only the mask and a strand of black hair disguised by "Madness Ring". He followed the "Iron Mask" through the corridor and the dark living room to a living room.
There were already more than ten people in the room, sitting on sofas and chairs, all dressed in hooded robes and iron masks, surrounding a coffee table with a small candle lit on it, giving the dark living room a touch of color.
Seeing new members coming in, those near the door turned their faces and looked at the door.
Only then did Angel realize that the situation was not good. Everyone else was wearing iron masks, but she was the only one wearing a homemade puppy mask, which immediately attracted a lot of curious eyes.
Is it too late to turn around and leave now?
She somewhat regretted bringing her own mask as was customary for Mr. A Beyonder gatherings, but leaving immediately now would make people mistakenly think she was an official, sneaking in just to track down Underground Gathering, which might cause even greater commotion.
Fortunately, the eyes behind the mask quickly left her and returned to a member who was speaking just now, allowing Angel to find a single sofa in the corner and sit down.
"Is there really no one to help? I can pay you two bottles of homemade potion as reward. You should know my level."
On the chair near the coffee table in the center of the room, a man with chubby cheeks under a mask said. He looked in the direction where Angel was sitting, and remembered that a new member had joined the party, so he repeated his request.
It turned out that this unlucky man secretly planted a lot of medicinal herbs in the urban sewers. It was already the harvest season, but suddenly there were some elusive beasts in the sewers. They ate up the precious and versatile herbs, leaving behind the poisonous parts.
And this fat-faced man is willing to pay two bottles of homemade potion to ask someone who has the ability to deal with wild beasts to help clean the sewers of Backlund Bridge Borough.
"I have sold potions here. Everyone should be aware of their efficacy. They can stop bleeding and promote healing. They are faster and better than going to the clinic for suturing."
The man boasted like he was selling low-quality drinks on the street.
He can grow herbs and make various potions... Could he be "Apothecary"?
Angel thought that it was mentioned in the church's internal information that Church of the Earth Mother controlled two Pathway's Potion, "Apothecary" and "Planter". The former was incomplete, but there were related records. The most impressive one was about the preparation of various drugs.
It seems that he is just the "Apothecary" of Sequence 9. If he reaches the "Beast Tamer" of Sequence 8, he can drive away the beasts that eat the herbs...
While Angel was thinking, this Apothecary didn't get any response from other members, and he became a little anxious.
"Additional two bottles, valid for more than one month, can help men regain their youthful impulses and become Beyonder between the sheets... That's what it means," he grinned under the mask and emphasized his tone, "Even if the validity period has expired, it can make people full of strength, improve speed and agility, but it will make people weaker after use."
Now it looks more like someone selling fake medicine, and the kind that exaggerates its efficacy...
Angel cursed.
Several members in the corner seemed a little moved, but they may have been concerned about the dangers of the sewers and did not reply.
"On top of that, add 30 pounds in cash, please, those herbs are really important to me."
Apothecary's voice had a hint of pleading.
30 pounds, just to deal with a few beasts that destroy herbs?
Angel's eyes lit up. When she saw someone on the opposite side seemed to be about to accept the commission, she quickly said:
"I can help you solve it, but you have to pay half in advance, and I'll pay the other half after I solve the problem."
As soon as she opened her mouth, several eyes immediately turned towards her, including the black-haired man who came in with her.
I just want money and I'm really not interested in those drugs...
Feeling the speculation and teasing in her eyes, she added silently in her heart.
"Great, you are new here. Mr. Eye of Wisdom can be the witness for this matter. You don't have to worry about me defaulting on my account."
Apothecary breathed a sigh of relief when he saw someone accepted the commission and replied.
Next to the coffee table, on a single sofa that was larger than the other sofas, an old man with dry skin and obvious nasolabial folds nodded and said, "No problem."
Is he "Eye of Wisdom"? It seems that he has the same identity as Mr. A, the initiator and maintainer of order at the party. Is he also Beyonder?
Angel guessed, nodded in agreement, and then watched the fat Apothecary hand a few banknotes and two bottles of potions in transparent glass bottles to the tall man who led Angel in, and he handed them over.
From this, Angel also learned about the trading format of this gathering, which was somewhat different from the gathering organized by Mr. A. Compared with a formal trading venue, this place was more like a loose symposium. Everyone directly proposed transactions or entrustments, and the deal was negotiated on the spot, with the organizer "Eye of Wisdom" witnessing the transaction.
No wonder they all have to wear masks, otherwise their identities will be easily exposed when they trade in front of everyone...
Taking the 15 pounds prepaid by Apothecary, he put a bottle of red potion and a bottle of dark green potion into his pockets. Angel looked at the fat Apothecary again.
"When the party is over, let's go out together."
He seemed unwilling to discuss it in detail in front of everyone and only added briefly.
After the first transaction was completed, the atmosphere of the party became lively. Another man whose face could not be seen clearly began to sell a piece of Mystical Item. It looked like a gemstone necklace and was said to make people rich in wealth within three months. The name was also simple and crude, just "Get Rich Accessory".
Angel, who had just received an advance payment of 15 pounds, had a deep desire for money that not only did not disappear, but became even stronger. She curiously asked about the price of the accessories, but was immediately frightened away by the asking price of 1,000 pounds.
Soon, this Mystical Item was bought by someone. Angel was very curious whether he could really make back his investment within three months.
Later, after several successful or failed transactions, the black-haired man who came to the party venue with Angel pushed the iron mask on the bridge of his nose and lowered his voice and said:
"I have an item to sell."
He took out a small iron box from his pocket and took out a crimson object like jelly.
"I found this from a corpse. I don't know what it does. Maybe you can discover its purpose?"
Why does this thing look a bit like...
Angel gritted his teeth and opened Spirit Vision. Next to the man's outline with white light, the "jelly" exuded a Spirituality brilliance like blood.
There is no doubt that it is Beyonder Characteristic!
As if sensing her prying eyes, the man turned his head and looked over, his brown eyes under the mask showing a hint of caution and curiosity.