Of course, this may also be a "phishing message". There are many Beyonder and even ordinary people who know the name of Sequence 9 Potion. They do not need to know the complete formula of Potion to release sales information.
As for this kind of transaction between strangers, there is no third-party guarantee, and it is impossible to judge whether the formula and materials obtained are true or false, and the risk is very high.
Angel has all the Potion knowledge left by Cole in her mind from "Assassin" to "Witch". There is no need for the formula itself, only the two pieces of Main Materials. If given the choice, she would rather buy them one by one from different people instead of looking for this kind of vague information and betting her hope on the conscience of the other party.
As long as she can obtain two main materials, go to the ordinary Herbal Shop, buy Auxiliary Materials in the alchemy store, or even go to Nighthawks's warehouse to receive some in the name of "making Charm", she can immediately reproduce the "Instigator" Potion in her mind.
Unfortunately, after browsing the entire trading market and the entire message board, there was only one clue pointing to "Instigator". Even if it was a trap, she had no choice but to jump in.
At most, tie a rope to your body.
Fortunately, the time specified for leaving the message is tomorrow afternoon, so there is no need to rush.
Of course, it is not that Angel has not considered obtaining Potion materials through Church of the Evernight Goddess channels, but first of all, she could not explain how she knew the follow-up Potion formula of "Assassin". Secondly, completing the role of "Assassin" within a month was too shocking, and would inevitably attract the attention of the church's senior officials.
To take these risks, she would rather secretly save money, 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 go around in a circle, returned to the stairs from the wall, followed the crowd on the third floor again, and approached the location designated by "Justice"'s message.
Most of the customers who came to trade items were walking deeper into the market, so that apart from the guards looking around at the stairs, there were only pedestrians passing by. This made the two people standing at the stall closest to the stairs look very abrupt.
Angel watched for two minutes. Seeing that the man and woman had no intention of leaving, and there was no one else around who matched the description of the message "Justice", he took a deep breath and leaned over.
The first time she saw the woman, she was sure that this "Justice" was not the other "Justice".
In Grey Fog Space constructed by Mr. Fool, several members were standing when they first met. Angel can estimate the size of the other two people based on his own height. "Justice" and Miss are about 1.7 meters tall and have long hair shawl.
And this woman who also calls herself "Justice" looks like she is not even an adult. She is less than 1.6 meters tall, which is more than half a head shorter than Angel. Her brown hair is also styled into a short ponytail that highlights her vitality. She is wearing a long skirt that is common to Enmat Harbor and combines the styles of the Loen Kingdom and Balam.
Unless "Spectator" Potion can Distortion other people's knowledge of Beyonder's height and hairstyle, this person is definitely not Tarot Club's "Justice" Miss.
While Angel was observing the two of them, the tall man who was chatting with the woman in a low voice quickly glanced over with vigilant eyes. He quickly confirmed that someone was approaching him, stopped talking, and moved his body in front of the woman, blocking Angel's path.
"Sorry, I'm here for a transaction. Is she 'Justice' Miss?"
Angel didn't want to think about unnecessary conflicts. Seeing that the man was extremely vigilant, he quickly stopped and stretched out his hands from under the cloak to show that he was not a threat.
"She is, what's the matter with you?"
The man did not let down his guard, but replied with a sullen face.
He was about 24 or 25 years old, with short black hair, wearing a short black vest and a white shirt underneath. His legs looked thin under slim trousers. If it weren't for the revolver undisguisedly slung on his waist, he would look a bit like Male Servant from a wealthy family.
It seems that this is the bodyguard of "Justice" Miss. It's no wonder that she, a young woman who looks only sixteen or seventeen years old, dares to appear in a crowded trading market at night, and can hire bodyguards with guns. This "Justice" is as rich as Tarot Club's Miss Justice...
Angel quickly analyzed the identities of the two people. Seeing that the bodyguard's face was getting impatient, as if he was going to have an attack in the next second, he quickly introduced his identity.
"I am the seller who left her a message on the message board this afternoon. I have 'Star Crystal' for sale..."
Before Angel finished speaking, "Justice" had already poked his head out from behind the bodyguard and said excitedly:
"Great, I've been waiting for a long time and thought you wouldn't come again today."
"Sorry, I was delayed a bit 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 as long as two hours, and it did not exceed the agreed time at this time.
"Shall we go somewhere quieter, or shall we trade here?"
Seeing that the other party did not continue to dwell on the issue of being late, she changed the topic back to the transaction.
"Just here, we can hand over the money and deliver the goods, and there will be guards watching, so we can rest assured."
"How many grams of 'Star Crystal' do you have?"
The person who answered was still the bodyguard. "Justice" seemed to be ignorant of the world, but he trusted this bodyguard.
Angel took out several pieces of Star Crystal that had been packed in cloth bags. Most of them were purchased at Tingen City's trading market for the production of special bullets. A small part were the remaining materials from the last time Old Neil made bullets. Due to different sources, Star Crystal was also divided into four or five fragments of different sizes and shapes, totaling 40 grams.
Pour the crystal that exudes a little starlight into the palm of your hand, Angel slightly stretched out his hand to show it to the other party, and then took it back. If these crystals were purchased from "Evil Dragon Bar" of Tingen City, they would be worth about 160 pounds, and she could not give them directly to others.
"Yeah! It's Star Crystal, that's right. It's the same as the one I bought this morning. How many are there in total?"
A heartfelt smile bloomed on the brown-haired girl's face, as if she saw the Potion that she was about to drink through the starlight emanating from Star Crystal.
Has she already bought part of it this morning?
Angel remembered that the Potion of "Seer" required 50 grams of Star Crystal. I thought that the quantity on hand was not enough to meet the needs. I didn't expect that the other party had already purchased part of it from elsewhere. I just didn't know how much of the gap was left...
"There are a total of 40 grams here, and the total price is 200 pounds. They are not sold individually."
Angel was originally going to add a little premium and sell it for about 180 pounds, but seeing that the buyer was so eager, she secretly raised the price a little.
The bodyguard opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the girl behind him nodded quickly. "Okay, no problem, I want them all."
"... Let's go over there and weigh it. If the weight is correct, the transaction will be completed."
The black-haired bodyguard's efforts to negotiate a price failed, and he could only point to the public scale beside the armed guard with a look of helplessness.
Unexpectedly, the buyer was so forthcoming, and Angel, who was already prepared for a back-and-forth counteroffer, was also shocked.
"Okay... ok."
Several people moved to the table where the scale was placed. Angel, under the eager eyes of "Justice", poured Star Crystal out of the bag and put it into one end of the scale. The bodyguard carefully placed the weight of the corresponding weight on the other side.
"Yes, it's 40 grams."
The scale maintained a balance between four 10-gram weights and Star Crystal, which made the wide-eyed "Justice" smile.
It seems that the Star Crystal she lacks is roughly this amount...
Angel held the bag in one hand and spread his palm flat with the other. He did not look at "Justice", but at her bodyguard.
This innocent girl doesn't seem to care about 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 of banknotes, and exchanged the bag with Star Crystal in Angel's hand.
After carefully counting the banknotes in hand and checking the watermarks one by one under the light, Angel put the banknotes into his inner pocket and put them away. "No problem, I received 200 pounds."
"Justice" also checked Star Crystal with the help of bodyguards. The psychedelic starlight shone on her face, making her slightly immature face a little mysterious.
"There's no problem on my end either."
The bodyguard still had a sullen face, as if he was a little dissatisfied with his Miss for completing the transaction without negotiating the price. However, after seeing "Justice" checking Star Crystal, he still nodded to Angel.
Both parties were relieved that the deal was successfully concluded, rather than falling apart amid disputes and suspicions. Seeing that "Justice" was still in high spirits, Angel took the opportunity to express his doubts. "'Justice' Miss, have you joined an organization called 'Tarot Club'?"
"Tarot Club..."
The girl seemed to be caught up in some kind of memory. Her face was thoughtful at first, and then turned to anger, "I did attend a private party called 'Tarot Club' before, which claimed to be some mysterious organization, but there were all kinds of inappropriate things in it. The liar who pretended to understand asked me to fund the research on those half-truths, but it cost a lot of money. If Mr. Wilson of Church of Storms hadn't exposed them, I would still have been kept 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 occult gimmicks to deceive these rich and wealthy young men Miss. No wonder the local Nighthawkss stopped following it after a round of investigation.
But speaking of it, the experience of Miss and "Tarot Club"'s Miss Justice are somewhat similar. If "Justice" hadn't met Mr. Fool, me and Hanged Man, he might have been deceived into some strange organizations, spent money to learn a lesson, or even bought a fake Potion...
After learning that this "Emmett Harbor Branch of the Tarot Club" was a counterfeit, Angel finally let go of his worries, followed by a sense of pride for the "genuine Tarot Club".
"Then I really have to thank Mr. Wilson."
Angel echoed the other party's words and gave a thumbs up to this kind person who had never been masked before but helped him destroy the copycat Tarot Club.