The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

When you open the door, you will see a quite spacious hall.

In the middle of the hall are three blackboard-style objects with varying numbers of notes posted on them.

Close to the wall, there are dozens of small partitions, which seem to be places where transactions are conducted between members.

A rough estimate is that there are currently more than thirty Beyonders in the hall. Some are watching in front of the three blackboards, and some are sitting in cubicles waiting for transactions to come to them.

This is simply a market, not like a secret extraordinary gathering at all... Joyce sighed inwardly. He also noticed a masked man sitting in the most conspicuous place of the hall. He could be identified as a woman from his clothes and figure. The other members

When you pass by her, you will appear more respectful.

He looked for two more seconds and found that the woman also turned her gaze to him and nodded.

"Who is that?" Joyce asked.

"One of the organizers of the party..."

Charlie looked like he didn't want to talk any more, so he pulled him to an unoccupied cubicle and stood up the cards on the table with the number printed on them: 15.

"This is your stall. All transactions will be conducted here. Everyone's needs are posted on the blackboard over there. You can also post your own notes."

A very simple pattern... Joyce flips the cards with the number 15 at random. This does not mean that he is the fifteenth participant, because the people in front of him will not take the numbers in order, but completely randomly.

The blackboard is divided into three sections, namely: "Recipes and Materials", "Magical Items", and "Information and Tasks".

The first thing that caught Joyce's attention was not the potion ingredients that he was thinking about, but the task that hung at the top.

It was a person-finding mission, and the target was three people. There were three portraits hanging on it, one female and two male, which were almost exactly the same as the portraits given by "Bian Ping".

It was previously speculated that these three people were members of the "Rose School", but now it seems to be very correct. After all, the "Life School" and the "Rose School" hate each other.

Normally, "Snake of Destiny" Will is playing hide-and-seek with Ourolius, and members of the "School of Life" should proceed with caution, but these three people are obviously being hunted by MI9, and the "School of Life" has the ability to add insult to injury.

Still have it...

And maybe, these three people have something particularly important in their hands, so they are being chased by many forces.

But it has nothing to do with him... Joyce skipped the mission section and focused on the materials section.

Browsing quickly from top to bottom, low-sequence formulas and materials accounted for the majority, but there was no shortage of mid-sequence transactions. For example, a note said: Purchase "Dawn Knight" potion formula, price negotiable, No. 30.

Judging from this posture, there must be a trustworthy "notary" or "divineer" at the party.

Unfortunately, no one wants to buy the mid-sequence formulas that Joyce knows about, and he doesn't like the few gold pounds of low-sequence formulas, and it is easy to expose his own details, which is not worth the gain.

Wait, he saw a note stuck in the middle, which said: Buck's parrot tail feathers for sale, 200 pounds each, No. 34.

Good guy, I sell it based on the roots!

It stands to reason that extraordinary materials are all complete. If you are lucky enough to kill a Buck parrot, you will definitely get three tail feathers... These three feathers add up to six hundred pounds, and the premium is quite high!

However, it was good to gain something. Joyce turned around and found cubicle No. 34, where sat a man wearing a tabby cat mask. He was thin and had his legs crossed, looking back and forth at the crowd leisurely.

"Do you have the tail feathers of a Buck parrot?" Joyce asked quietly, his voice rather cold.

The man in the cat mask immediately sat upright and agreed:

"That's right, one rod is 200 pounds, how much do you want?"

"That's not a bad tone. I want ten of them and you have them too?" Joyce asked provocatively, deliberately drawing a line from his usual language habits.

The man looked at him mischievously, looking a little funny with the tabby cat mask:

"If you want to buy materials, just stay. If you don't want to buy, then continue shopping."

Joyce stopped talking: "Four hundred pounds and three."

"I'm sorry, we run a small business and don't bargain. I can only sell you two sticks for four hundred pounds." The man said calmly, but his tone revealed a firmness that would not give in.

What's the use of two of them? Can they be used as fans? Joyce cursed and increased the price:

"Five hundred pounds, you can make some money."

The man moved his mask and leaned back on the chair again. He didn't even want to say anything anymore. He just raised his hand, which obviously meant: Please do it.

You are cruel, you are really a profiteer... Joyce hated it in his heart, and no longer expected him to lower the price, he directly took out 600 pounds and put it on the table:

"Here's the money, where are the materials?"

"Isn't this the end..." The man muttered, picked out an iron box from his arms, and placed it on the table:

"Pay the money with one hand and deliver the goods with the other hand. Children and old men are not deceived."

Joyce let go of the banknotes, picked up the iron box, and opened it to see three feathers with spiral patterns, one palm long, and he could clearly feel the attraction between the extraordinary characteristics of the same sequence.

After confirming that it was correct, he glanced at the man in the cat mask who was already counting the money for the second time, turned around and left.

Although he was ripped off, he was still very happy to get the materials... Joyce walked back to the blackboard and continued browsing. He didn't find any information about another main material, so he had to write a purchase note and paste it on it.

"Want to buy a complete snake letter with blue eyes and gray eyes, No. 16, price negotiable..."

In order to enhance the appeal, he deliberately added: "Or in exchange for corresponding extraordinary knowledge."

After that, he didn't rush back to his seat to wait for the materials to arrive. Instead, he turned to look at the "Magical Items" section.

About to be promoted to Sequence 8, with two magical items in his possession, Joyce's combat effectiveness is considered to be at the top level among lower Sequences.

"Oath-Breaking Blade" focuses on damage, and "Eye of Social Death" focuses on control...

But as a late-stage patient with phobia of insufficient firepower, who would think that he has too many weapons?

Moreover, the enemies he will face next - Ianna and Bright, are at least Sequence Six Beyonders.

There is a big gap between mid-sequence and low-sequence. Luck when facing Diego does not always exist. Only two magical items are not enough to feel at ease...well, at least three.

The biggest difference between mid-sequence and low-sequence is that mid-sequence Extraordinaries will possess a wide variety of mysterious abilities. Their frontal combat effectiveness may not be particularly high, but their level of difficulty will definitely increase by two levels.

Therefore, Joyce hoped to make up for the shortcomings in this area, and he first set his sights on the most expensive item in the entire "Magical Items" section: the Sun Cloak.

This is a magical item that is most likely made by the "Notary Public" of the Sixth Path of the Sun Path. It has many spells in the solar field such as "Summoning Holy Light" and "Fire of Light". It also has the ability to notarize contracts. With it

People can even organize a small gathering of extraordinary people...

I believe there was more than one person present who was interested in it, but they were all put off by the high price. The seller asked for a full 8,000 pounds!

For this party, Joyce spent all the "private money" he could use, but he still couldn't afford it... It seems that I am still very poor, Joyce thought sadly.