"Three hundred pounds a piece? And you ordered three at once?! Mr. Devil is richer than I thought. He clearly said that he is a down-and-out noble... Is it possible that veterinarians make money like this? If you get this money
If you do this, not only will the potion problem be solved, but you will even be able to save four hundred pounds! This is enough to buy a house on Daffodil Street with a lease term of twenty years!"
When Klein heard the amount reported by Mr. Devil, his eyes immediately turned into the shape of gold pounds, but then, he thought of another question——
"It's okay to inform 'my beloved' now, but what if Mr. Demon asks me to pass on information to others in the future? I definitely can't relay it as a fool, otherwise it would be too out of character. Well... maybe we can try
Directly visualize the images and sounds? Well, it’s worth a try!”
Thinking of this, Klein first returned to reality, tried to imitate Mr. Demon's appearance, and prayed to himself. Then he returned to the gray fog and edited, coded, and modified his prayer until he was sure that it could not be exposed.
After identifying his own identity, he packaged it and passed it to the crimson star that symbolized the devil.
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In Backlund's mansion in the West District, Snow was spreading yesterday's Backlund morning newspaper on the table, frowning and analyzing the contents.
As the tense atmosphere in Backlund gradually relaxed, advertisements for Ernst Trading Company's purchase of goods began to appear in Backlund's morning newspaper.
Just when he translated the code completely and wrote it down carefully, he suddenly felt that everything in front of him became illusory, and the thick gray-white mist kept emerging, and deep in the mist that seemed to have no end, there was something
Zhang Gaofeng seemed to be there forever, as well as the vague figure sitting on the high-backed chair.
Just when Feng Xue was thinking about whether Mr. Fool might not have considered the projection technology and chose to send the message at a reduced price, a vague figure wearing a double-breasted gown suddenly appeared in the gray mist. He clasped his hands in front of his forehead,
Repeatedly said:
"I accept this deal, but in exchange for Mr. Demon providing the diary for Mr. Fool, one of the diaries will be free of charge. It will take about one to two weeks to make the spell."
"Praise Mr. Fool." Snow caressed his chest, bowed to the high-backed chair deep in the gray mist, and then returned to his home again.
When the fog in front of his eyes completely dissipated, Snow took a breath and chuckled:
"Mr. Fool is still thin-skinned. At this time, you should first give me an anonymous account and let me pay a deposit!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shake his head. He first had a sumptuous dinner at the nearby Intis Restaurant, then went to the Jowood District to change clothes, and finally arrived at the Brave Bar at around seven o'clock.
"Didn't I tell you not to think about going to that party recently?"
Seeing Snow walking into the billiard room, Caspars's expression immediately turned ugly. Snow just chuckled when he heard this, and then took out a coin-sized pendant from his pocket and threw it to Caspar.
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Caspars caught the pendant with caution and said strangely:
"What the hell is this?"
"A small amulet can automatically trigger a protective barrier. It can block three bullets from revolver bullets. As for destroying demons... Oh, I don't think anyone will hit an old guy like you with demon-breaking bullets, right?"
Snow opened his arms exaggeratedly, and Caspars immediately put the amulet into his pocket, then frowned and said:
"That kind of person have you become?"
"Yeah." Snow nodded, but didn't say much.
Caspars looked at him with a strange look for a long time, then nodded and said:
"Okay, let this be your introduction fee! But the party will take a while, so I'll go say hello first."
After Kaspars finished speaking, he took out a half-faced iron mask and a hooded cloak from under the billiard table and asked him to put it on, and then limped out of the room. After about ten minutes, he
Returning to the billiard room, he looked at Snow who had already put on his hood and mask. He nodded slightly and led him out of the tavern through the back door of the kitchen. After going around an alley, he came to a dark house.
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"You don't need me to say more about what you should and shouldn't do when facing these people, right?" When he came to the door, Kaspars looked at him again. After getting a positive answer, he took two steps forward.
Snow carefully typed out the code he saw in the newspaper. As the wooden board on the door was pulled open, a pair of brown eyes appeared behind the door.
"Bringing new people here at this time? I really don't know what you're thinking!" The man behind the door gave him a lesson in a somewhat harsh tone, but he still opened the door and gave Kaspers a fierce look.
Signaling Snow to hurry in.
Passing through the dim living room, the two entered a living room on the first floor. There was a candle lit on the coffee table, and the dim candlelight illuminated the room dimly.
There were seven or eight people dressed in hoods and masks on the sofas and chairs around the coffee table. An old man who looked a bit old based on his skin condition was sitting on a single sofa, faintly becoming the center of the entire room.
No one spoke in the room. Everyone stood there quietly, like sculptures. It wasn't until about five minutes passed that the old gentleman coughed twice and said:
"It seems that these are the only ones here today, let's get started."
The old gentleman's voice fell, but he was still a little quiet. After a while, a man who could tell by the outline of his hood that he was a fat man finally spoke:
"I want to buy the elven spring's medulla crystal, who has it?"
"Is this fat man already in Backlund now?" Snow raised his eyebrows slightly. Although no one spoke, the silence was finally broken by him, and the transaction slowly began.
There were less than ten people participating in the transaction this time, and there were not many things available for sale. After two transactions, Snow finally said:
"I want to purchase a contract. The binding force does not need to be too strong, as long as it is valid for low-sequence and below."
No one responded to Snow's words. After all, the notary can be regarded as a Sequence Six transcendent. Although the requirements have been lowered to low-sequence validity so that some extraordinary items can be made, it is still not something that the participants of such a small gathering can provide.
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But Snow's original target was not them.
After a brief silence, Mr. Eyes of Wisdom seemed to have found an opportunity to show off his collection. He raised his head and looked at Snow with his deep and wise eyes:
"What are you willing to pay for this?"
"Anything below five hundred gold pounds can be considered." Snow made a quotation based on the one-time extraordinary items of sequence six, and offered a 30% premium. Regarding his quotation, Mr. Eye of Wisdom nodded slightly and said:
"I happen to have a magical item here that can be used to make contract paper for signing a contract. When both parties to the contract read the words on it and leave traces with spirituality, the contract will take effect. Those who violate the contract will suffer considerable harm, and the other party who signed the contract will take effect.
One party will be warned immediately, but the contract must be written on this piece of paper within three days. If it exceeds the time limit, it will become an ordinary white paper, and no overly complicated contract can be made. Such a contract paper is worth 200 gold pounds.
