eurekapd Chapter 287 The Trick at the Party
Chapter 287 The Trick at the Party
Chapter 287 The Trick at the Party
Fors looked at the person who wanted to buy the Sequence 4 potion recipe with surprise and curiosity, and found that it was the gentleman who had been chatting with her earlier. He sounded young, but also seemed very old.
...He said he's practically a half-employee here, so is he acting as a shill?
However, it was very effective, at least proving that the organizer of this gathering was indeed able to produce a Sequence 4 potion recipe, although ordinary gathering participants probably couldn't buy it or afford it.
Or is this the real purpose of being a semi-employee? Is it only by joining that one becomes eligible to purchase high-sequence formulas?
The more she thought about it, the more likely it seemed... This deal was both a display of resources and a way to indirectly attract people attending the party to join them.
Audrey thought similarly to her, and perhaps even more:
...Previously, Mr. "Painter" said he had all the potion recipes below the high sequence of the "Apprentice," "Diviner," "Hunter," "Lawyer," and "Audience" pathways, but since "Hunter" has a sequence 4 recipe, it's very likely that the other pathways combined also have them.
Perhaps the forces behind this "painter" have already mastered most, or even the complete, potion recipes for these extraordinary methods.
In the case of the Abraham family, at least the "apprenticeship" path must have been complete.
However, I've joined the Psychological Alchemy Society, so I no longer need to buy the formulas and materials myself.
In addition, this gathering of extraordinary individuals is indeed very high-end, but it also signifies that a new force is taking root in Backlund, which is worth paying attention to.
As her thoughts drifted, she heard the "painter" at the front speak calmly: "Sequence 4 potion recipes are already priceless and not available for sale. The terms of a transaction are quite complicated."
"First, you must join us."
"Secondly, you must not disclose or sell potion recipes in any way, whether actively or passively."
Finally, you need to complete the corresponding task or pay £20000 in cash.
Fors's eyes flickered... Sure enough, they were trying to entice people to join.
Tobias, the second to speak, nodded without hesitation: "I have no problem."
Then, witnessed by everyone, he signed the contract that spontaneously appeared on the blackboard, completing the transaction.
Having witnessed the wonders of this place and seen two transactions, Grelint could no longer contain himself and quickly raised his hand, saying, "I need a potion recipe for Sequence 8 of the 'Apothecary' pathway."
Cyril glanced at him, then shook his head: "Not for now. If you'd like to attend the next gathering, I can collect some for you."
This answer disappointed Grelint somewhat, but she still asked, "When is the next gathering?"
Cyril: "In two weeks, the exact time will be announced later."
Grynt, curious, pressed further, "How will we be notified? Through what channels should we keep track of information?"
Cyril smiled and said, "You'll find out then; it'll be in a way you never expected."
After the two finished their conversation, someone else quickly spoke up: "I want to buy the Eye of the Fear Worm and the Right Paw of the Silver War Bear."
Cyril turned his head and glanced at the other person... The one sitting next to him, judging from his height, should be Hugh.
After a moment of distraction, he calmly replied, "I don't have those two materials, but I do have substitutes. With the right auxiliary materials, I can concoct a complete potion."
"It costs 700 pounds."
"Every transaction will be accompanied by a notarized contract, so there's no need to worry about being scammed."
"If you still have doubts about what can replace these two materials, you can choose to refuse the deal."
Hugh hesitated before saying, "I need to think about it."
Cyril nodded: "If you haven't made up your mind by the end of the party, it will be considered an automatic forfeit."
As soon as their conversation ended, someone else raised their hand: "I'd like to sell some extraordinary weapons."
Sirion looked at the other person and nodded slightly, while relying on his spiritual observation to judge the other person's sequence and path.
...He seems to be a craftsman; I wonder where Lawrence found him.
This path is firmly controlled by the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. It is almost impossible for a wild extraordinary person to advance all the way to "craftsman". Did they defect from their original organization, or are they spies of the Church of Steam, or are they being tested?
While he was lost in thought, the "craftsman" began to introduce the extraordinary weapons he had brought: "Two modified pistols, whose power and range far exceed those of ordinary firearms of the same type, but with greater recoil. However, this is nothing to extraordinary individuals; I mean those whose bodies have been enhanced by magical potions."
"Extraordinary people who are not physically strong can use them without getting injured, but the recoil makes it impossible to aim accurately."
"In addition to firearms, there are also extraordinary bullets with purification and anti-magic effects."
"There is also a golden dagger that can target undead creatures, especially ghosts and vengeful spirits. One strike can severely injure them, and if it hits three or more times in a row, the ghost will turn into a transparent liquid and disappear."
"Its remarkable effects can last for about a month, but if used frequently, it will only last for about half a month or a week."
"But aside from its extraordinary effects, it is made of gold itself and has high collectible and artistic value!"
While introducing the weapons, he also showed them to the crowd some of the extraordinary weapons he had mentioned, especially the golden dagger, making sure everyone knew it was truly made of gold.
Cyril leaned back, looked around at everyone, and casually said, "You are free to bid."
No sooner had he finished speaking than someone below said, "A gold dagger, 200 pounds."
The "craftsman" shook his head immediately: "Impossible, the gold used to make it alone costs more than that."
"Are you selling gold, or its extraordinary effects?"
"Sell them all!"
"You might as well wait until its extraordinary effects wear off and then find a gold shop to sell it back, or auction it off as an artwork. I think you'd make more money that way than you would here."
"After all, which extraordinary person has that much spare money to buy gold?"
"850 pounds!"
Everyone looked at Grelint, who had suddenly called out a price, especially the "craftsman" who was selling extraordinary weapons.
"Besides being made of gold, it also has the extraordinary effect of harming the undead."
Grynt shook his head slightly: "But it's only valid for two months, and I don't need it."
"I added £100 to its original gold value; any more would have been too much of a loss."
The craftsman, somewhat reluctantly, looked around at everyone again, and finally nodded: "Sigh... alright."
"If I weren't short of money lately, I wouldn't be selling it at all; it's a work of art!"
As the gathering drew to a close, Audrey, who hadn't spoken until now, suddenly raised her hand and looked at Cyril, who was shrouded in darkness at the front: "I want to buy information about the Secret Order."
Cyril glanced at her, then nodded. "Sure, how much would you like to know?"
Different levels of information have different prices.
"The more detailed the better."
"You can look at the small blackboard in front of you; the prices are already listed on it."
Audrey quickly flipped the upside-down blackboard over and found that it indeed had rows of neat words that looked like they had been machine-printed.
Secret Order Basic Information: 100 Rankings.
Secret Order Leader Information: 2600 Ranking.
Detailed information...
...So expensive.
After calculating her financial situation, Audrey realized that she simply couldn't afford the detailed information. After much deliberation, she decided to give up.
Although she desperately wanted to obtain information about the leader of the secret order, she didn't have enough money with her today.
Because her initial purpose was just to see the sights and not to actually buy anything, she didn't prepare a lot of cash for herself.
This is also for safety reasons. Although there are four of them, five extraordinary individuals, they are not powerful enough to ignore malice and danger.
Collecting her thoughts, she turned the small blackboard upside down back onto the small round table in front of her and shook her head slightly at the figure shrouded in darkness at the front: "I'm sorry, I can't afford this information at the moment."
"fine."
Cyril nodded slightly, not minding, and continued to host the party until it ended, sending everyone to the "doors" of different rooms in batches.
Once only his own people remained, he snapped his fingers, dispelling the darkness that had enveloped him and restoring the surrounding light to normal.
"I'm so tired, I feel like my mouth is about to dry from talking. You guys should host the party next time."
Tobias, Owen, and the others sitting below all avoided his gaze.
""
After a moment of silence, he looked at Tobias and asked curiously, "How far have you recovered?"
The materials and clues for "Sequence 8, with an arsonist already identified" should be complete by the end of this month.
Owen, standing nearby, uttered an envious voice: "Are all your potions melt in your mouth?"
"I perform in the circus every day, but I still haven't digested the 'clown' potion."
Tobias nodded seriously: "More or less."
Irving: (「—「）y—~
After dark, Klein returned to the Harvest Church.
Upon seeing him, Emlyn immediately put down the rag he was holding and brought out a leather briefcase from the clergy's lounge at the back.
"You can check the materials you need."
As he spoke, he opened the leather briefcase in his hand.
Klein quietly activated his spiritual vision to observe the materials, and after confirming that there were no problems, he paid him the final payment and Emlyn's share of the reward that had been prepared.
Seeing Klein in a rather good mood, a smile playing on his lips, Emlyn asked with a hint of envy, "Do you know how vampires increase their strength?"
Klein paused for a moment, then said somewhat uncertainly, "Take a potion of the next sequence?"
"Shouldn't you ask your elders and important figures in the vampire clan this kind of question?"
Emlyn curled his lip: "Within our vampire clan, the only way to advance is through inheriting a legacy."
"But I'm not one of those big shots' descendants; I might not even get a chance to be in the line by the time I die of old age..."
"Moreover, even the descendants of great figures do not live as long as the great figures themselves. For example, Kasimi's father did not outlive his grandfather."
...Is it common for white-haired people to send off black-haired people in your world of immortal beings?
Klein offered a somewhat insincere consolation: "At least without hope, there's less disappointment."
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