The magnate

Lumian didn't care about other people's reactions at all. Under their gaze, he smiled and said, "I want to know where I can get some magical items?"

Hearing this question, Batna Kongtai couldn't help raising his right hand and drank the remaining "Golden Som".

Where did this kid run away from?

Can this kind of question be asked in such a public place?

Even if no one reports you, they will only treat you as a fool!

For a moment, Batna regretted that he accepted Louis·Berri's invitation to drink. This would give him the reputation of being friends with fools.

Seeing that the guests in Bar had different expressions but no one answered, Lumian shrugged his shoulders, put away the Revolver and said, "It seems that you are all Ordinary Person."

After saying that, he jumped off the Wooden Stage, passed through the chaotic crowd, and walked back to the bar.

The two drunkards who were thrown out by him with his clothes and those who were frightened weighed his strength and weapons, but did not retaliate.

After sitting on the original Bar Stool, Lumian asked for a cup of Lenzqi, smiled and said to Batna, "Falin Port is indeed more open than Trier."

Batna looked at Louis·Berri with the eyes of "Are you lacking brains?" Spirit Possession looked at Louis·Berri and said with a forced smile, "What we need to recreate is Gehrman·Sparrow's career, not his behavior."

This guy admires Gehrman Sparrow so much that he even wants to be so cold and crazy that he wants Imitation?

Gehrman Sparrow has enough strength to support that kind of madness, what about you?

Moreover, Gehrman Sparrow is a cold and indifferent madness, and you are a reckless, stupid and brainless madness. Can this be the same?

Lumian did not respond to Batna and continued to chat with him about the pirates who were more active in Sea of Fog recently.

After finishing the Lenzqi in his hand, he said goodbye to Batna, walked out of Bar, passed through the still lively open-air market, and walked towards the port.

He had just returned to Square, where a large number of notice boards were erected, when he suddenly turned sideways and looked behind him.

There was a Half-Top Hat and a gray-black jacket Men Islanders who timidly approached him, put on a smile and said, "I was also in Bar just now."

"Tell the important point." Lumian urged impatiently.

Islanders, who had brown skin, a thin face and fairly regular facial features, glanced around and said in a low voice, "You want to find a place where you can get Mystical Item?"

"I know where it might be."

"Really?" Lumian asked in an unconvincing tone.

"I don't guarantee that there will be some, but you can go take a look and don't buy anything that doesn't suit you." Then Islanders glanced at Lumian's left armpit and said, "Besides, you have a gun and are pretty good at it, so you shouldn't worry about being robbed, right?"

"That's right." Lumian thought for a few seconds, nodded slowly and said, "What's your name?"

"My name is Carmel." Then Islanders pointed to another street near Square, "Follow me, that place is not far away."

Lumian walked behind Carmel nonchalantly, crossed two streets, and came to an area very similar to Messy Street.

The roads here are narrow, the buildings are crumbling and new facilities are being added haphazardly.

Carmel led Lumian into a laundry room run by a local, and arrived at the end of the dark house Depths amid the wet clothes hanging up.

There is a door there.

"You should disguise yourself first. People who participate in this kind of Occult Gathering don't want others to know their true identity and appearance." Carmel took off two sets of black Robe with Hood from the wall outside the door and handed them to Lumian.

After Lumian put on Robe and zipped up Hood, Carmel knocked on the door rhythmically.

The door opened with a creak, and there seemed to be a simple living room inside, with old Long Sofa and tattered armchairs and other items placed inside.

At this time, there were five or six people wearing Hood Robe sitting in different positions.

When Carmel made a brief introduction, Lumian politely closed the door.

When the two of them pulled up the round stools and sat down, a man who pulled Hood down lowered his voice and said in a low voice, "I need Venom crystals from Crown Jellyfish. I can open it at 5000 Felkine."

No one responded to him.

After that, the next person, Participant, sold the strange sea eagle eyeball he obtained.

Seeing that they were discussing in a lively manner, Lumian stood up, looked around and said, "I need Manticore's brain, and you can pay the price."

The man who was seeking the Crown Jellyfish Venom crystal controlled his volume and said, "I happen to have it. If you give me 30,000 Felkine, it will be yours."

"How can I determine whether it is real or fake?" Lumian looked at the man and said.

The man selling the strange sea eagle eyeballs interrupted with a hoarse voice, "I can notarize it for you."

"Very good, let me take a look at the goods first." Lumian smiled and walked towards Trader.

The man said calmly, "That is a very precious Mystical Item. How could I carry it with me?"

"You need to pay half of the money first, and then I will get it for you. It's just upstairs. You can follow me and supervise me not to run away. You can even leave the deposit with Notary for safekeeping."

"That's reasonable." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly kicked his foot and jumped in front of Trader like a cheetah, and waved his right fist.

Bang!

The man was knocked to the ground directly, and two Teeth flew out with blood.

Several other Participant, including Notary and Carmel, were stunned for a moment, then stood up and rushed towards the door.

None of them stopped Lumian's atrocities, and none of them used their abilities. They only expressed the idea of escaping here.

Carmel, who was closest to the exit, opened the door and ran out.

In an instant, his eyes blurred and he was back in the simple living room.

There were two other people who suffered the same thing as him.

They all looked confused, as if the strange phenomenon in Folk Legend had come to reality.

Bang!

A bright yellow bullet flew over and hit the exit door.

The people wearing Hood who were trying to escape all squatted down and held their heads, their movements were extremely smooth and skillful.

Lumian turned around, pushed up Hood of Trader, and pressed Revolver against the center of his forehead.

"The scam was done well." Lumian said to the Trader with a smile.

He shot in Bar to attract attention and expressed his desire to seek Mystical Item in public. He designed a temporary conspiracy to see if he could fish out some Greed pirates or local fraud groups - they all knew more or less things that Ordinary Person didn't, including black market transactions.

This is also an act of digesting Potion.

The name Trader is a typical Islanders, with brown-black skin, a long face, and soft contours, while Eyes looks like dark amber.

"I didn't lie to you!" he emphasized anxiously and angrily.

"Really?" Lumian pulled the hammer of Revolver.

When he closed the door just now, he specially constructed "Fictional Bottle" and set the condition that only Beyonder can enter.

Judging from the fact that none of those Participant can successfully "go out", there is no Beyonder here.

It's not Beyonder. Is it fun to discuss what Main Ingredient does with "Conspirer" Potion?

Trader trembled twice and quickly changed his words: "Yes, I'm sorry, we just want to defraud some money, we, we can't live anymore!"

Lumian didn't care why these people became liars. He looked back at Swindler's accomplices who were squatting neatly, and tapped Trader's forehead with the muzzle of his gun:

"What's it called?"

"Rody." Trader swallowed his saliva and said.

Lumian knocked on his forehead again:

"Where did you hear about Manticore brain, Crown Jellyfish Venom crystal, Notary?"

This is not information that Ordinary Person has access to.

"I, I can't say." A layer of dense cold sweat broke out on Rody's forehead.

Confidentiality agreement, or other constraints? Lumian looked at Rody carefully for a few seconds and smiled:

"Then can you tell me who your master is?"

Rody was stunned for a moment, with panic in his eyes.

He didn't seem to expect that the other party would be convinced that he had a master, someone else's Waiter.

"Three, two..." Lumian starts the countdown.

"It's Sir Morgara." Rody blurted out.

"Then take me there." Lumian made the request calmly.

Rody The sweat on the forehead increased instantly:

"No, no, I am Mr. Fidel's Waiter.

"He is Vice President of Falin Port United Chamber of Commerce."

Occult Gathering who participated in the Fidel organization many times as Waiter? Although he could not tell others about the corresponding things, he could use the information obtained to defraud adventurers? Lumian stood up thoughtfully, dismissed "Fictional Bottle", took Carmel and other Swindler associates out one by one, and asked them one by one, confirming that Rody was really Fidel·Gela's Waiter.

That One One of Vice President's main businesses of Falin Port United Chamber of Commerce is to help pirates handle some very sensitive and shady goods.

Falin Port, Governor's Mansion are located at Black Pearl District, 16 Coreas Street.

Lumian patted Rody, who had changed into red-soled gold-edged Waiter clothes and white trousers, and said with a smile, "Tell Mr. Fidel that I want to visit him in order to buy some Mysticism materials."

"Okay." Rody really wants to say that if you take Revolver Pistol away from my vest, I will feel your kindness more strongly.

Lumian leaned against the wall of the house on the street and watched Swindler walk into the four-story building with a gray body and brown roof decorated with many Statues on the outer wall of No. 16,

As soon as Rody passed through the hall and escaped Revolver's aim, he instinctively wanted to pretend that nothing happened and did not go to report to his master.

He quickly remembered that the man who did not hesitate to shoot rather than drink water had warned him:

If he couldn't wait for a reply from Fidel within ten minutes, he would shout Rody is Swindler outside.

Or, should I tell him directly that Mr. Fidel doesn't want to see him? But he doesn't seem like someone who is easily deceived, so it would be bad to do something drastic... Rody hesitated for a moment, and finally bit Teeth and knocked on Study's door.

Fidel·Gela is of both Intis and Feynapotter descent. She has slightly curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and darker skin. She seemed to have been very delicate when she was young, but now she has some mottled white hair and some obvious nasolabial folds.

Wearing White Shirt and a brown vest, he held a glass of wine and listened quietly to the frightened Rody about how they had malicious intentions and wanted to defraud the new adventurers.

After hearing Lumian jump on Wooden Stage, shoot to attract attention, and ask where to get Mystical Item, the big businessman sighed and said to his stupid Waiter: "No need to talk about the rest, does he want to see me now?"