"He's a Level Two priest," the Potent Potions Expert said. "Although he wasn't trained by the Church, he really can use the corresponding spells—Smite, True Word Spell, Healing Spell... I think we still need a priest."
Gagnor thought for a moment. "Does he use Nightshade Nettle leaves himself?"
The Potent Potions Expert nodded.
After a brief silence, she added, "If you're worried, you can go for another divination."
Gagnor sighed inwardly. Amairo had already died because of him. How could he dare seek out another diviner? He couldn't possibly consume one diviner every time he had a divination done.
Thinking of Amairo's final divination result, he made his decision. "I'll join the party. When are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow at noon."
The next day at noon, Gagnor returned to the Black Market. Led by the Potent Potions Expert, he arrived at a corner, where he met his four other companions and introduced himself to them.
The four were the Level Three warrior, General Goods Merchant; the Level Three rogue, Hole-Seeker; the Level Two mage, Forbidden Book Merchant; and the Level Two priest, Orange Merchant.
With two hunters who were also potion-makers, Gagnor himself, and the Potent Potions Expert, the six-person Black Market party was complete.
Gagnor paid particular attention to the mage and priest.
The mage presented himself using Disguise Skill. He looked like a white-haired old man, but judging from his words and mannerisms, he was at most thirty years old, and might even be around Gagnor's age.
Orange Merchant, on the other hand, seemed to be showing his true appearance: a round-faced, fat blond man wearing a fake priest's robe. His complexion wasn't very good, and his dark circles were especially pronounced, perfectly matching people's stereotypical impression of an Orange Merchant.
"Would anyone like an orange?" He took out