188. Gathering

"Anguskin... the Demon Family!"

Sulu thought for a long time, then suddenly chuckled, "Forget it... I'm already got a lot of debts... Anyway, I already have Beatrice, so I'm not afraid of having another one!"

"If you want to cause me trouble, you'll have to find me first... I don't even know where I'll go next!"

As for possible divination or orientation regarding the <Book of Nameless Necro-Spirits>?

Sulu decided not to carry the book with him, but to seal it away somewhere else to avoid danger as much as possible.

For example, in a bank safe deposit box, or simply buried in a hole dug in the middle of nowhere.

"Hmm... I hope that if I go back in a while, it won't turn into Ghost Domain..."

Sulu has discovered that the Demon Hunting Dagger's effectiveness against the Book of Nameless Necro-Spirits is not perfect, and there is a possibility of leakage.

Due to the unexpected incident, Sulu chose to postpone his actions and has been recuperating at the manor.

Time flies, and it's already the 15th of this month.

Sulu had Billy's driver take him to a street that was half in ruins.

This place was very close to his former property— the Doll House —but Sulu had no intention of even glancing at it.

After all, he was Ron at this moment, not Sulu Potter!

"Go grab a coffee, and wait for me at Seagull Square in two hours!"

Sulu got off the carriage carrying a briefcase and casually tossed a few coins as a tip.

"As you command, Young Master Ron!"

The not-so-young coachman happily accepted the tip, revealing his sparse teeth, tipped his hat, and left.

Sulu glanced around and slipped into a building that had become a dilapidated structure.

He opened his suitcase, took out his clothes and mask, and changed into them one by one.

This was the uniform for the 'gathering', as Fatima had already warned him about.

Once everything was complete, he transformed into a 'heretic' wearing a black cloak and a silver mask.

Basically, he's the kind of person who, if he walked down the street, would definitely scare children and get reported.

Sulu shrugged, went to the roadside, found a sewer entrance, and crawled inside.

It was very dark inside the sewer, so Sulu lit a candle.

You're too late!

As he rounded a corner, a woman's voice suddenly rang out.

Sulu turned around in surprise and saw a masked person dressed similarly to him. "Fatima?"

"It's me! The party's about to start, come with me!"

Fatima turned and left.

Sulu followed.

After walking for a while, the woman skillfully flipped open a manhole cover and climbed out.

After Sulu went up, he had no idea where he was. There were walls on all sides, not many people around, and it seemed very Silence and desolate.

"Come with me!"

Fatima stepped forward, climbed through the window, and entered what appeared to be an abandoned factory building. "I brought you here once, and next time you'll be able to walk on your own, if you want to come again!"

Such private gatherings often carry risks.

Furthermore, they are prone to selling dangerous items.

Sulu nodded secretly, thinking that Fatima at least had good professional ethics.

The once empty factory was now filled with a number of people, all of whom, like Sulu, were hiding their heads and tails.

He followed Fatima and waited for about ten minutes, when he saw everyone spontaneously gather in a circle. "The party has begun!"

Sulu stood next to Fatima, inwardly thinking, 'They don't even have a chair, how austere... And, did they deliberately choose this complicated terrain for easy escape?'

Although the Federation and the city's superhumans seem to have reached a certain level of cooperation—the existence of that agency being irrefutable proof—there are clearly some taboos as well.

For example, one cannot openly sell job information or sell dangerous items.

Therefore, there is still room for such private transactions to exist.

"It's time for our gathering again, and it's great to see some new faces among us..."

A masked man with a kind voice spoke first, "As per the usual procedure, the first step is information exchange, followed by free trade... I'll start. Um, there are more and more monsters in the sewers of the city's East District. We suspect they are ' Flesh Polluter,' so it's best for first-tier professionals not to accept any quests there... Someone has already died there."

This information clearly put the atmosphere on edge.

Many professionals looked at each other in disbelief. They had thought the tasks at the job agency would be simple, but they never imagined they would be so dangerous.

"This world... is becoming increasingly dangerous!"

In the Silence, a young woman's voice rang out. "I'll add one too... As far as I know, the Federation has declared a shipping route to the Old Continent abandoned for unknown reasons... It's suspected that the fleet has been attacked by giant sea monsters one after another."

"Congress has suspended the vote on the Professional Registration Act..." After she finished speaking, a tall, thin man raised his hand and announced a message.

"Actually... this can't be hidden for long at all; there are quite a few people in the entire Nia City who know about it... it'll spread sooner or later..."

He had barely finished speaking when a voice in the crowd muttered something.

"Ahem... Please raise your hand before speaking!"

The person who spoke first coughed as a reminder.

"Feel sorry..."

The man who had been muttering quickly apologized; clearly, this person held considerable prestige. "I'd like to add one more thing... The Federation intends to recall its expeditions and research teams located on the World Edge..."

"..."

"Damn it!"

The scene fell into an even deeper Silence, and after a long while, a woman's voice finally uttered a curse.

In this era, the Federation must comprehensively reduce its military force and defend its homeland; making this choice is entirely understandable.

But Sulu knew that the edge world not only had an infinitely vast space, but also incredibly rich extraordinary resources.

Once this channel is cut off, it will undoubtedly become much more difficult for local superhumans to advance in their careers.

Unless... you join one of the various supernatural organizations under the Federation, such as the Bureau 11.

But this means losing some of your freedom, which is unacceptable to many people present.

' The World Edge...'

Sulu sighed inwardly, feeling a sense of longing.

This world is terrifyingly vast; the continents discovered by humankind may only account for less than one-tenth of the world's total area.

There are even rumors that, even during Twilight of the Gods, there were traces of activity by extraordinary races on that Dark Continent!

The so-called extraordinary races are born with extraordinary abilities, powerful and mysterious.

Furthermore, there are other dangers on the Dark Continent.

Combat and exploration were the sole themes of the Federation expedition there.

When Sulu first obtained the Attribute Panel, he even considered applying to join an expedition team, intending to hone his skills there and earn a lot of experience points.