"Selling 20 special bullets with additional destructive power, 150 pounds."
"Selling the Witch Potion formula. Price negotiable in person."
Seeing the contents of the note she had submitted appear on the gathering's blackboard, Angel felt somewhat uneasy. She looked toward Mr. A, seated in a single armchair, but he seemed not to have noticed her. His face was hidden beneath his hood, and who knew what he was thinking.
Letting go of her anxiety, she instinctively touched the homemade puppy mask on her face, confirming that her true appearance was hidden beneath it.
Even without the mask, I still have the Madness Ring. Double insurance...
As Angel pondered this, she looked over the other notices on the blackboard.
"The Sheriff formula was bought? Or perhaps the seller realized there were no buyers here and stopped attending the gathering. The request for information on an Adult Widow Giant Spider's Silk Gland is still there. That thing must be quite rare, but I wonder what it's used for..."
She browsed the information as she waited. No one showed any interest in the Storm Convergence she had put up for sale, which left the cash-strapped Angel rather disappointed.
More than a day had passed since she split the reward from selling the Difference Engine Manuscript with Dominic. That Provoker should have saved enough money by now. He said he was taking Sonia away from the North Continent to Bayam in the Rorsted Archipelago, then vanished.
"Luckily, that guy had a bit of a conscience. Before leaving, he told me about every secret gathering in Backlund that he knew. If no one buys the bullets here with Mr. A, I can try my luck elsewhere..."
After waiting a few more minutes, people continued coming and going in the hall. Quite a few had already