Dark flower powder was one of the supplementary ingredients required by a Conspirer, and it was also used in certain magical rituals. With dark flower powder as the only clue, it would be difficult to deduce which pathway Sifa belonged to or which Sequence he was at.
Although Sifa had already disguised himself, he remained cautious.
After a moment of silence in the room, a woman with a rather pale face, as though she had not seen the sun in a long time, raised her hand. "I have some. Twelve grams in total, for 250 pounds."
"I think 180 pounds would be more appropriate." After a brief consideration, Sifa offered the price he had in mind.
The woman shook her head. "200 pounds. No lower."
"All right."
Sifa took out the considerable sum he had on him and handed it to the attendant who approached. On the other side, the pale woman produced a bottle, which another attendant likewise delivered to Sifa.
Sifa took the bottle and saw some black powder inside. It constantly emitted an inky aura, which occasionally traced the faint outlines of flowers within the bottle.
"After eight months, its spirituality will be completely gone," the woman added. Then she took the gold pounds and began counting them.
Eight months?
That's enough.
I probably won't need that long to finish digesting the remnants of the potion at this stage. Sifa nodded slightly and put the bottle away.
The trading continued. A little over an hour later, Ozil announced the end of the gathering and arranged for the participants to leave one after another.
Walking along the road outside the Fragrant Tree Leaf Bar, Sifa felt his pocket. The two hundred pounds he had only just withdrawn today were already gone. Once again, he inwardly lamented how expensive