"Sure. I didn't expect you to sell things too, miss. Are they your own Transcendent items?"
"More or less. I can't exactly sell the sword you gave me, can I?"
The Holy Knight was amused by the joke and nodded. "I'm very curious. What kind of item are you planning to sell?"
"A special potion. It can lessen the harm caused by Pollution to Transcendents, and it also has some healing effects."
"There's such a thing?"
"Mm."
While the two chatted idly, a middle-aged man arrived at a street three hundred kilometers north of the city where the invitation gathering was being held. He was about to cross the road.
The man looked exceedingly ordinary, the kind whose appearance you would quickly forget after meeting him once. He carried a black briefcase under his arm and seemed to be on his way to handle some business.
Thirty seconds later, the red light turned green. He slowly crossed the street and entered a chain coffee shop.
"Where is Private Room Five?"
"Please follow me."
The young waiter standing nearby immediately led him down the corridor on the right.
At the end of the hall was Private Room Five. When the sliding door was gently pulled open, a small ten-square-meter room came into view.
A small wooden table stood in the center of the room, with soft cushions on either side. A bespectacled young man was already seated on the cushion farther inside.
The middle-aged man entered, closed the door, then sat down opposite the young man with a smile.
"This place really is nice. It's secluded, and not many people come here normally. I never expected there to be a place in the western part of the city specifically serving Hidden Ones."
Hearing this, the young man smiled faintly. He lifted