Chapter 520 Big Merchant
Lumian didn't care about the reaction of others at all, and said with a smile under their gaze:
"I want to know where to get some magical items?"
Hearing this question, Butner. Conte couldn't help but raise his right hand and drink the rest of the "golden som".
Where did this kid come 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, Butner regretted that he had accepted Louis. Berry's invitation to drink, which would give him a reputation for being friends with fools.
Seeing that the guests in the 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 people."
After saying that, he jumped off the wooden platform, passed through the messy crowd, and walked back to the bar seat.
The two drunkards who had been thrown out by him with his clothes before and those who were frightened weighed his strength and weapons, and did not retaliate.
After sitting on the original high stool, Lumian asked for a glass of Lie Langzi and smiled at Butna:
"The port of Farin is indeed open to Trier."
Butner looked at Louis with the look of "Are you lacking in brains". Berry glanced at it a few times and smiled reluctantly:
"What we need to recreate is Gelman. Sparrow's career, not his actions."
This guy is too much of a worshipper of Gelman. Sparrow, even that kind of cold and crazy imitation?
Gelman. Sparrow has enough strength to support that kind of madness, how about you?
Moreover, Gelman. Sparrow is cold and indifferent madness, you are reckless, stupid and brainless madness, can this be the same?
Lumian did not respond to Butner, and continued to chat with him about the pirates who had been more active in the Misty Sea recently.
After finishing the Lie Langzi in his hand, he said goodbye to Patna, left the bar, walked through the still lively open-air market, and walked towards the port.
He had just returned to the square with a large number of bulletin boards when he suddenly turned sideways and looked back.
A male islander wearing a half-height top hat and a gray-black jacket approached him timidly, smiling and saying:
"I was also in the bar just now."
"Let's get to the point." Lumian urged impatiently.
The archipelago man with brown skin, thin face, and fairly upright facial features glanced left and right, and said in a low voice:
"You want to find a place where you can get magical items?
"I know where it might be."
"Really?" Lumian asked in a less convincing tone.
"I don't guarantee that there will be one, but you can go and take a look, just don't buy it if it doesn't suit you." The islander glanced at Lumian's left armpit, "Moreover, you have a gun and are good at it, so you shouldn't be worried about being robbed, right?"
"Yes." Lumian thought for a few seconds, nodded slowly, "What's your name?"
"My name is Carmel." The islander pointed to another street near the square, "You follow me, that place is not far away."
Lumian walked behind Carmel without much care, crossed two streets, and came to an area that looked very similar to the chaotic streets.
The roads here are narrow, and various buildings are crumbling and new facilities are superimposed haphazardly.
Carmel led Lumian into a laundry room run by a local, and reached the deepest part of the dimly lit house in the wet clothes that had been hung up.
There is a door there.
"You should disguise yourself first, people who participate in this kind of occult gathering do not want others to know their true identity and appearance." Carmel took two sets of black robes with hoods from the wall outside the door and handed them to Lumian.
When Lumian put on his robe and pulled up his hood, Carmel knocked on the door rhythmically.
The door creaked open, and it seemed to be a simple living room with old sofas and tattered back chairs.
At this time, there were already five or six people in hooded robes sitting in different positions.
When Carmel briefly introduced, Lumian politely closed the door.
When the two of them pulled over the round bench and sat down, a man with his hood pulled very low lowered said in a low voice:
"I need the Crown Jellyfish's venom crystal, which can be opened to 5,000 Felkin."
No one responded to him.
After that, the next participant sells the strange sea eagle eyeballs he obtained.
Seeing that they were discussing in a good way, Lumian stood up, looked around and said:
"I need the brain of a lion, and you can open the price."
The man who was seeking the crown jellyfish venom crystal controlled the volume and said:
"I happen to have it, and the 30,000 Felkin you give is yours."
"How can I be sure if it's real or fake?" Lumian looked at the man and said.
The man who sold the strange sea eagle eyeballs interjected in a hoarse voice:
"I can help you notarize it."
"Very good, I'll take a look at the goods first." Lumian smiled and walked towards the trader.
The man said calmly:
"That's a very precious magical item, how could I carry it with me?
"You need to pay half of the money first, and I will help you bring it over, just upstairs, you can follow me to supervise me not to run away, and you can even put the deposit with the notary public for him to keep."
"Very reasonable." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly kicked his feet, jumped in front of the trader like a cheetah, and waved his right fist.
Bang!
The man was knocked directly to the ground, and his two teeth flew out with blood.
Several other participants, including the notary and Carmel, were stunned for a moment, then stood up and rushed to the door.
None of them stopped Lumian's atrocities, nor did they use their abilities, only showing the idea of fleeing from here.
Carmel, who was closest to the exit, opened the door and ran out.
In an instant, he returned to the simple living room with a flower in front of his eyes.
There were two other people who encountered the same thing as him.
They all looked confused, as if a strange phenomenon in folk legends had come to reality.
Bang!
A yellow bullet flew in and hit the door at the exit.
These hooded men who were trying to escape all squatted down, holding their heads, and their movements were extremely smooth and skillful.
Lumian turned around and pushed up the trader's hood, pressing the revolver against the middle of his forehead.
"The scam is doing well." Lumian smiled and said to the trader.
He shoots in the bar to attract attention, expresses his desire for magical items in public, and improvises a conspiracy to see if he can catch some greedy pirates or local fraud syndicates—who more or less know something that ordinary people don't know, including black market trading.
This is also an act of digesting magic medicine.
The trader was a typical archipelago with brown skin, a long face, softer contours, and dark amber eyes.
"I didn't lie to you!" He emphasized anxiously and angrily.
"Really?" Lumian pulled the hammer from the revolver.
When he closed the door just now, he deliberately constructed a "fictional bottle", setting the condition that only extraordinary people can enter.
Judging from the fact that none of those participants successfully "went out", there are no extraordinary people here.
Not an extraordinary person, is it fun to discuss what the main material of the "conspirator" magic medicine does?
The trader's body trembled twice, and he quickly changed his words:
"Yes, I'm sorry, we just want to cheat a little money, we, we can't live happily anymore!"
Lumian didn't care why this group of people became liars, he looked back at the neatly crouched fraudster accomplices, and struck the trader's forehead with his muzzle:
"What's it called?"
"Roddy." The trader swallowed his saliva.
Lumian tapped his forehead again:
"Where did you hear about the lion brain, crown jellyfish venom crystal, notary?"
This is not information that ordinary people can access.
"I, I can't say it." A dense layer of cold sweat flowed from Roddy's forehead.
Non-disclosure agreement, or some other constraint? Lumian looked at Roddy carefully for a few seconds, then smiled:
"Then can you tell me who your master is?"
Roddy was stunned for a moment, his eyes filled with horror.
He didn't seem to expect that the other party would be sure that he had a master, someone else's waiter.
"Three, two......" Lumian began to count down.
"It's Sir Morgara." Roddy blurted out.
"Then take me." Lumian made a request unhurriedly.
The sweat on Luo Di's forehead instantly increased:
"No, no, I am Mr. Fidel's waiter.
"He is the vice president of the Port Faring Chamber of Commerce."
Participated in many occult gatherings organized by Fidel as a waiter? Although you can't tell others about the corresponding things, you can use the information you get to deceive adventurers? Lumian stood up thoughtfully, dismantled the "imaginary bottle", took Carmel and other accomplices of fraudsters out one by one, and asked them one by one, confirming that Roddy was really Fidel. Waiter of Gra.
One of the main duties of the vice president of the Port of Faring United Chamber of Commerce is to help the pirates handle some very sensitive and shady cargo.
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Port Farin, the Black Pearl district where the Governor's Palace is located, 16 Correas Street.
Lumian patted Roddy, who was changing into a red-background gold-rimmed waiter dress and white trousers, and said with a smile:
"Tell Mr. Fidel that I want to visit him to buy some occult materials."
"Okay." Roddy would love to say that if you took the revolver out of my vest, I would feel your kindness more strongly.
Lumian leaned against the wall of a house on the street and watched as the fraudster walked into the four-story gray and brown-roofed building with many statues on the exterior of No. 16.
As soon as Roddy passed through the foyer and escaped from the aim of the revolver, he instinctively wanted to pretend that there was nothing wrong with just now and not report to his master.
He quickly remembered that the man who did not hesitate to shoot rather than drink water had warned him:
Within ten minutes, if he couldn't wait for Fidel's reply, he shouted outside that Roddy was a fraudster.
Or, I just told him that Mr. Fidel didn't want to see him? But he doesn't seem like a deceitful person, so it's not good to make drastic moves...... Luo Di hesitated for a moment, but finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the door of the study.
Fidel. Guerra is of both Intis and Feneport descent, with slightly curly black hair, dark brown eyes, and darker skin.
Dressed in a white shirt and brown vest, he holds a glass of wine and quietly listens to the trembling Roddy talk about how they have bad intentions and want to deceive the new adventurer.
Hearing Lumian jump onto the wooden platform, shoot to attract attention, and ask where to get the magical item, the big merchant sighed and said to his stupid waiter:
"Needless to say, does he want to see me now?"
(End of this chapter)