Lord of the Mysteries 2: Circle of Inevitability

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?"

After hearing this question, www.youxs.org drank the rest of the "goldsom".

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, www.youxs.org, this will give him the reputation of being friends with fools.

Seeing the different expressions of the guests in the bar, 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 chaotic crowd, and walked back to the bar.

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

After sitting on the original high stool, Lumian ordered a glass of renzi and said to Butner with a smile: "Falingport is indeed more open than Trier."

Butner used "Are you lacking brains" www.youxs.org and forced a smile: "www.youxs.org, not his behavior."

www.youxs.org, you even want to imitate that kind of cold madness?

www.youxs.org, what about you?

Moreover, www.youxs.org, you are reckless, stupid, brainless and crazy, can this be the same?

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

After finishing the glass of Lielangzi in his hand, he said goodbye to Butner, left the bar, walked through the still lively open-air market, and walked towards the port.

As soon as he returned to the square where a large number of notice boards were erected, he suddenly turned sideways and looked behind him.

A male Islander wearing a half-top hat and a gray-black jacket timidly approached him, smiled and said, "I was in the bar just now."

"Tell the important point." Lumian urged impatiently.

The archipelago man with brown skin, a thin face and fairly regular features looked around 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 an unconvincing tone.

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

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

"My name is Carmel." The Islander pointed to another street near the square, "Follow me, that place is not far away."

Lumian walked behind Carmel nonchalantly, crossed two streets, and came to an area that looked like a chaotic street.

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

Carmel led Lumian into a laundry room run by a local, and reached the deepest part of the dark house among the wet clothes hanging up.

There is a door there.

"You should disguise yourself first. No one who attends this kind of occult gathering wants others to know their true identity and appearance." Carmel took off two sets of black hooded robes from the wall outside the door and handed them to Gave it to Lumian.

After Lumian put on his robe and pulled up his hood, Carmel knocked on the door rhythmically.

The door creaked open, revealing what seemed to be a simple living room with old couches, tattered armchairs and other items.

At this time, there were five or six people in hooded robes sitting in different positions.

During Carmel's brief introduction, Lumian politely closed the door.

When the two of them pulled up the stool and sat down, a man with his hood pulled down low said in a low voice: "I need the venom crystals of the crown jellyfish. I can get it for 5,000 Firkin."

No one responded to him.

After that, the next participant sells the strange sea eagle eyes he obtained.

Seeing that they were discussing well, Lumian stood up, looked around and said, "I need the brain of a lion, and you can pay the price."

The man who was looking for the crown jellyfish venom crystal controlled his voice and said, "I happen to have it. If you give me 30,000 ferkin, it's yours."

"How do I know if it's 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, I'll take a look at the goods first." Lumian walked towards the trader with a smile.

The man said calmly: "That is a very precious magical item. How can 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 the notary and let him keep it."

"It's very reasonable." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly kicked off his feet, jumped in front of the trader like a cheetah, and waved his right fist.

boom!

The man was knocked to the ground, and 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 violence, 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 folklore had come to reality.

boom!

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

The hooded men who were trying to escape all squatted down and held their heads, their movements were extremely smooth and skillful.

Lumian turned around, pushed up the trader's hood, and put the revolver in the middle of his forehead.

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

He shot in the bar to attract attention and expressed his desire to seek magical items in public. He designed a temporary conspiracy to see if he could fish out some greedy pirates or local fraud groups - they were more or less They all know some things that ordinary people don't know, including black market transactions.

This is also an act of digesting the potion.

The trader was a typical Islander, with brown skin, a long face, soft contours, and eyes like dark amber.

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

"Really?" Lumian pulled the hammer of the revolver.

When he closed the door just now, he specially constructed the "Vase of Imagination" and set the condition that only extraordinary people could enter.

Judging from the fact that none of the participants could successfully "go out", there are no extraordinary people here.

If you are not an extraordinary person, is it fun to discuss what the main ingredient of the "Conspirator" potion is? 2

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

Lumian didn't care why these people became scammers. He looked back at his fellow scammers who were squatting neatly, and tapped the trader on the forehead with the muzzle of his gun: "What's your name?"

"Rody." The trader swallowed.

Lumian tapped his forehead again: "Where did you hear about lion brain, crown jellyfish venom crystal, and notary public?"

This is not information that ordinary people have 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 Roddy 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 and was someone else's waiter.

"Three, two..." Lumian began to count down.

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

"Then take me there." Lumian asked calmly.

The sweat on Rody's forehead increased instantly: "No, no, I am Mr. Fidel's waiter."

"He's the vice president of the Faling Harbor Associated Chamber of Commerce."

Participated in many occult gatherings organized by Fidel as a waiter? Although he cannot tell others about the corresponding things, he can use the information obtained to defraud adventurers? Lumian stood up thoughtfully and lifted the "fiction" Bottle", took out Carmel and other fraudsters' associates one by one, and asked them one by one, www.youxs.org.

One of the main tasks of the vice president of the Faling Port Joint Chamber of Commerce is to help pirates handle some very sensitive and shady goods.

Port Falin, Black Pearl district where the Governor's Palace is located, 16 Correas Street.

Lumian patted Roddy, 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 occult materials."

"Okay." Roddy wanted to say that if you took the revolver away from my vest, I would feel your kindness more strongly.

Lumian leaned against the wall of the house on the street and watched the fraudster enter the four-story gray-brown-roofed building at No. 16 decorated with many statues on the outer wall.

As soon as Rody passed the hall and got out of the sight of the revolver, he instinctively wanted to pretend that nothing happened and did not go to report to his master.

He quickly remembered that the man who was more hesitant to shoot than drink water had warned him: if he couldn't wait for Fidel's reply within ten minutes, he would shout outside that Rody was a fraud.

Or, should I tell him directly that Mr. Fidel doesn’t want to see him? But he doesn’t look like someone who is easily deceived, so it would be bad to do something drastic... Roddy hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and knocked. Study door.

www.youxs.org, with 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 obvious nasolabial folds.

Wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, he held a glass of wine and listened quietly to the frightened Roddy as he told how they had evil intentions and wanted to defraud the new adventurers.

After hearing Lumian jump on the wooden platform, shoot to attract attention, and ask where to get magical items, the big businessman sighed and said to his stupid waiter: "No need to talk about the rest, is he now?" Want to see me?"

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