Red House Cafe

At that moment, Fors tightly clenched the Travel Journal beneath her cloak. One slender, flexible finger had already slipped between the pressed-together pages and held open the page recording the "Teleportation" ability.

As long as she infused it with Spirituality, she could leave this place at once and appear anywhere within a few hundred kilometers. Even if Mr. K had already advanced to Demigod, he could forget about catching her!

But after participating in the "Tarot Club" for so long and coming into contact with all kinds of powerful Beyonders, she was no longer the novice to the mysterious world she had been a few years ago. She kept her emotions and movements firmly under control, gently shook her head under the attendant's eager gaze, and said:

"I'll look at the prices of the other items first."

This reaction was common among members attending a Beyonder gathering for the first time. They often had expectations of mystical items, Beyonder Characteristics, and Potion formulas that exceeded those of ordinary people, but they also worried that their lack of experience would cause them to pay an excessive premium. As a result, they often said, "I'll look around first."

The attendant nodded knowingly, placed the paper and pen on the tea table beside him, and left without a sound.

Phew—Fors breathed a sigh of relief. The gaze hidden behind her mask secretly glanced toward the single-person sofa in the middle of the room. Seeing that the "Mr. K" sitting there hadn't looked toward her, the new member, she finally relaxed completely and released the Mystical Item she had been gripping tightly.

But he might also be secretly observing the other members beneath his cloak. Mr. A of Backlund was very fond of doing that. As for the other Mr. X, I'd only met