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"My needs are the same as before, that is, the Brilliant Spirit Liquid. Google Search Reading"

Under the wide cloak codenamed "Purple Bean Cake", Qiong's soft voice came out.

Her fair little hands held the box given by Fanning, rubbing it with great care, and the silver mask glanced at Fanning again: "Of course, you don't necessarily need Mr. Mendeleev's 100% pure quality, I don't have that much money."

The agent asked: "It's still the same as before, any phase will do, right?"

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"Yeah." Qiong nodded.

"The 'Pool' phase, slightly more than 15 ml, check it out." The agent handed over a small black bottle, which was one size smaller than Fanning's bottle.

Qiong thanked her, opened the bottle cap very briefly, and saw the blood-red light gushing out.

"20 pounds per milliliter, the small part exceeding is considered a gift, although not as generous as Mr. Mendeleev, but it is also a familiar business." The agent smiled.

Qiong handed over 6 50-gold-pound notes.

Fanning complained in his heart that it was indeed an underground transaction, with a price range of 10-15 pounds per milliliter and an opening price of 20 pounds. It was so shady and yet it dared to say that it was a familiar business.

Qiong asked again: "I have also come up with a secret formula for stabilizing the mind. Perfumer, you are an expert in spiritual medicine, can you help me identify it?"

She took out a very small glass object similar to a perfume bottle: "This is a sample I mixed."

"Okay."

The perfumer took Qiong's "perfume bottle", observed, sniffed and closed his eyes briefly, then put on a strangely shaped gray gel brace and said:

"It is conservatively determined to be a seventh-level secret atmosphere, which can be used in conjunction with related secret rituals. When those who know it are promoted to a higher level and enter the "basin area" of migration, it still has some effect."

The perfumer's voice with the brace was a little strange. In addition to being vague, it seemed to be mixed with heavy echoes.

"Purple Bean Cake, if this is what you researched and blended, then you are quite talented in the field of spiritual medicine." She returned the perfume bottle to Joan.

"I guessed it from an ancient mysterious hymn." From her voice, Joan seemed to be a little shy of being praised.

"The secret formula is worth 2,000 pounds. If you want to trade, you need to charge a 10% fee. I will use some consumables to confirm the authenticity of the formula." After saying that, the perfumer took off his braces.

Fanning was shocked that this formula was so valuable. 2,000 pounds might allow a civilian family in Uvlansel to have no worries about food and drink for most of their lives.

Secret atmosphere that is useful for promotion to middle or even high ranks?

Joan is not only a knowledgeable person, but also has such a talent in the field of spiritual medicine?

The experience officer said: "Purple Bean Cake, if you can get a little cheaper, I am willing to take it. I just happened to bring a lot of cash today."

"It can be cheaper, but I only want 80 ml of Yaozhi Spirit Liquid." Joan said.

"Forget it, I don't have that much." The experience officer leaned back in his chair.

The translator, who had just lost his temper, spoke again: "Purple Bean Cake, I need this secret aura formula. I can exchange it with you for something else."

"I only want the Yaozhi Spiritual Liquid. You can just give me 50 ml. I can get more next time. I don't need anything else." Qiong insisted again and again.

The translator's tone was a little anxious: "I don't need you to be cheap for several methods of making curse seals, powerful rituals, practical secret rituals, hidden knowledge for promotion to the middle level, and materials for moving surges. Even the exchange price of the exchanged items is more than 2,000 pounds. But I can't get so much Yaozhi Spiritual Liquid in a short time."

"No." Qiong shook her head, "I can leave it for you for a while."

Is this translator in a hurry to be promoted to a higher level? ... Fanning was a little puzzled.

According to Dupont, promotion is a very dangerous and cautious thing. Why does he seem so anxious?

Fanning frowned, and many thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind.

He said, "Purple Bean Cake, give the small bottle of secret sample to Mr. Translator first."

"Huh?" Joan obviously didn't understand what Mr. Mendeleev meant by his sudden words.

She tilted her head to look at Fanning. Although she was wearing a silver mask, Fanning's mind had already seen the puzzled expression on her smooth face.

Joan, do you know that it's dangerous to be at such an underground party? Fanning sighed secretly.

Forget it, I'll talk to her after I get out.

"It's just a proposal." So Fanning chuckled and said, "Didn't I pay you a bottle of more than 20 ml of 100% pure spirit liquid? You can also think that most of it is the value of your intelligence, and the other small part is the value of the secret sample."

"No problem, Mr. Mendeleev, I just didn't react at once."

Joan readily pushed her "perfume bottle" to the translator.

"I'm really a little surprised, but thank you for your generosity. I'm willing to pay some cash." The translator said to Fanning.

Fanning waved his hand: "I was just the one who proposed it. It was Miss Zidougao who was generous. Of course, we all need to thank Ms. Sylvia for organizing the party."

The deal was not reached in the end.

Sylvia did not respond to what Fanning said, but reminded him: "Zidougao, you have participated in three parties. Why don't you try to participate in the commission?"

"I, I don't need it. I just want to exchange some Yaozhi Spirit Liquid."

Joan, why do you need so much Brilliant Spiritual Liquid? Fanning looked up and took a deep breath.

"My commission value is much higher than you think, and it can be converted into more Brilliant Spiritual Liquid."

"I, I, I can't do it." Joan shook her head repeatedly, "I will continue to actively participate in the transaction."

Sylvia smiled gently: "You are an interesting girl."

She turned to look at Fanning: "So, what about Mr. Mendeleev?"

Fanning said slowly: "I have informed you of the purpose of my trip from the beginning."

Sylvia laughed playfully: "Okay, then, a pragmatic and efficient gathering is over again. Please draw lots and separate the venues."

Then she looked around at everyone: "The next gathering may be after the New Year if nothing unexpected happens. Everyone can pay attention to the information of some taverns on the Riverbank Street in the South Wharf District. I am waiting for the progress and surprises you bring."

She looked at Fanning deliberately: "I hope that when I meet you next time, there will be new areas of cooperation, Mr. Mendeleev."

"The premise is that there is still demand for each other, right?" Fanning smiled easily.

"This is exactly the purpose of our gathering. I wish you a smooth investigation of the Special Patrol Office."

"Thank you." Fanning did not comment.

Everyone took turns to draw paper balls from the bottle provided by the perfumer.

Joan was very lucky to draw number one.

Before leaving, she handed the paper folded several times to Fanning, and then bowed: "Mr. Mendeleev, I also hope to see you again after the New Year."

"...Are you sure you need to wait until after the New Year?" Fanning smiled in his heart.

He did not open the paper and casually put it in his pocket.

Joan left with a relaxed and happy pace, which could be seen because of the bottle of 100% pure "key" phase spiritual liquid.

Fanning was the second to last to leave, and climbed the stairs leading to the ground in the dark.

He chose another exit of the abandoned warehouse, threw the cloak and mask into the garbage dump next to the barbed wire, and stepped into another pile of slum tents.

In theory, his spiritual perception can see through potential stalkers, unless the gap in rank is too large or the other party is good at hiding.

But it is always right to be more vigilant.

After walking around to the door of Prudence Auction House, the time on the pocket watch was only 8:45, and the time was spent walking and waiting to leave.

Sylvia's party efficiency is really ridiculous.

At the door, Fanning took out the exquisite plastic card of the box and was about to check with the staff to enter the venue-

He ran into a girl who came out, wearing an undyed original color fishtail skirt, holding two corgis, with exquisite makeup and outstanding temperament.

Julius, a third-year violin major at the Conservatory of Music, is the first violinist of the St. Lenya Symphony Orchestra.

The two paused and looked at each other.

"Student Fanning, are you not interested in concerts recently?" Julius's mouth curved.

"Art auction is my main business." Fanning looked into her eyes and smiled indifferently.

"It's a good taste."

"Same here."