Chapter 139 - 139 Mr. K

139 Mr. K

Within moments, Osta, who had been on the verge of a complaint, managed to force a smile and said, Youre quite the menacing sight like this.

Its a cla.s.sic look in literature, Lumian replied with a deliberately smug tone.

Osta said nothing, opting instead to don his iron mask, concealing his expression.

Taking a few steps forward, he halted and rapped on the door to the right.

Two long pauses, one short pause, and one long pause Lumian watched Osta Truls actions with the keen eye of a Hunter.

!!

Within seconds, the dark-red wooden door creaked open.

The first thing Lumian saw was a plush, pale-yellow carpet, followed by cla.s.sical-styled tables, chairs, sofas, and display shelves.

A figure stood in the shadows cast by gas wall lamps near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Like Osta Trul, he wore the black robe of an ancient warlock, complete with a large hood. Lumian couldnt help but think, Can you even see the person standing in front of you clearly when youre dressed like this?

Mr. K, Ciel has arrived, Osta announced respectfully to the nearly six-foot-tall figure as he stepped inside.

Lumian followed closely.

With a clang, the door shut behind him.

Mr. K turned to face Lumian. Why do you want to attend our gathering?

His voice was low and gravelly.

For potion formulas, Beyonder characteristics, mystical items, and mysticism knowledge. Its not like its for love or faith, right? Lumian replied with intentional cynicism.

He then chuckled.

I know thats not what you want to hear, but it doesnt matter. I dont mind telling you about me.

Lumians voice deepened.

In a catastrophe brought on by Beyonder powers, I lost my entire family.

Not only did it cause me immense pain, but it made me realize that those so-called orthodox G.o.ds cant save us!

From that day on, I sought Beyonder power and a way to forget all pain. I wanted to become powerful enough. I wanted those who brought me misfortune to experience the same torture.

The hooded Mr. K seemed to stare at Lumian without interruption. As for Osta Trul, he was visibly shocked. Ciels words revealed raw, unmasked pain. His desire for the Samaritan Womens Spring was genuine!

Once Lumian finished speaking, Mr. K nodded and said, There are two rules for partic.i.p.ating in our gathering:

Second, dont attempt to follow other partic.i.p.ants.

Only these two? Lumian hadnt expected so few constraints.

He didnt need to think hard to spot several loopholes immediately.

Not attacking directly? Does that mean I can use Provoke to incite the other party to death?

Just because I dont attempt to follow doesnt mean I cant do anything else to the target

Is selling fake ingredients, fake formulas, fake Beyonder characteristics, and fake mystical items also allowed?

Lumian suppressed his urge to retort and nodded.

No problem.

As he responded, he felt Mr. Ks gaze on him, scrutinizing every inch of his flesh and skin.

It made him feel like he was in the sights of a venomous snake.

After a few seconds, Mr. K continued, If you prefer not to disclose what you have and what youre after, you can write down your desired transaction in advance, and my attendant will copy it onto a portable blackboard for all partic.i.p.ants to see. If you dont think it matters, you can make your request on the spot.

Likewise, at the gathering, you can complete transactions through my attendant or directly with the other party.

Remember, transactions carry risks. I cant guarantee the authenticity of all items, materials, or information. Of course, you can opt to pay me to notarize them, effectively reducing the risk.

A Notarys power? Lumian recalled Aurores grimoire.

This was Sequence 6 of the Sun pathway, and most Beyonders in this pathway belonged to the Eternal Blazing Sun Church.

Given this, Lumian suspected Mr. K might not be a Notary, but rather possess a related mystical item.

Lumian quickly collected himself and asked Mr. K, May I write down my requirements now?

Mr. K nodded and gestured towards a desk on the right side of the room.

Write them there. My attendant will collect them.

Lumian approached the brown desk, adorned with Psychic, Lotus, Arcane, and other magazines. He unfolded a fragrant letter and picked up a dark-red fountain pen. After some thought, he wrote:

1. I possess a damaged Beyonder weapon. Seeking someone capable of repairing it. Price negotiable.

2. Buying information on a peculiar creature. This female-looking ent.i.ty is suspected to be a Spirit Body. It has long turquoise hair that envelops its body and exudes an alluring aura. It can induce erotic dreams with itself as the central figure. Additional details unknown. Reward depends on the value of information provided, ranging from 10 to 100 verl dor.

Lumian considered adding a third point about a Provokers acting experience but decided against it after some thought.

He remembered Aurore mentioning acting techniques, the Law of Beyonder Characteristics Conservation, and other mysticism knowledge in his nightmare. Such knowledge wasnt common among ordinary Beyonders. And he was currently impersonating a newcomer who had just entered the Beyonder world due to a disaster, seeking more knowledge and resources.

If he were to write the word acting, Mr. K would surely grow suspicious.

Of course, Lumian didnt think of it as a pretense. He genuinely was a novice who had entered the Beyonder world following a disaster and sought more knowledge and resources. However, his involvement in the original disaster was quite high-level, allowing him to encounter powerful figures like Madam Magician. As a result, he possessed extensive high-end knowledge but lacked common sense, relying on Aurores grimoire to fill the gaps.

Having set down the letter and pen, Lumian left with Osta and entered a room at the end of the corridor.

The room appeared to be a salon. Sofas, chairs, a round table, a coffee table, barstools, and other furnis.h.i.+ngs were arranged casually, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Several gathering attendees had already arrived. Some wore black robes and hoods that nearly covered their faces. Others donned clown or devil makeup, while a few wore crude or intricate masks.

For a moment, Lumian felt as if he had entered a masquerade ball.

He and Osta Trul took separate seats after entering separately.

Lumian chose a barstool, almost tempted to order a gla.s.s of absinthe to complete the look.

Soon enough, Mr. K entered and settled into the armchair reserved for the organizer. His masked and gloved attendants brought in a portable blackboard filled with transaction requests.

The first thing Lumian noticed was a request for Beyonder characteristics.

Warrior pathway Sequence 8 Pugilist Beyonder characteristic, 15,000 verl dor. Negotiable.

A Sequence 8 Beyonder characteristic selling for 15,000 verl dor or more? Lumian was initially stunned, then overwhelmed by heartache and regret, as if he longed to drink from the Fountain of Oblivion.

He had just killed Margot, a Sequence 8 Provoker of the Hunter pathway!

Playing it safe, Lumian hadnt hara.s.sed Margot until the Montsouris ghost attacked, leaving the battlefield early.

While he had gained over 1,000 verl dor from Margot through the fate exchange, it paled in comparison to the worth of the Provoker Beyonder characteristics.

Moments later, Lumian barely pulled himself together.

His actions had been the best course. If he had continued to pester Margot, something might have gone awry or drawn the authorities attention. While Margot would still be dead, he could have landed in another crisis.

Lumian then examined the other transaction details.

One Elfs Dark Leaf, 180 verl dor.

Two pages of Emperor Roselles original diary. 300 verl dor.

Sequence 6 Baron of Corruption potion formula, 65,000 verl dor.

As Lumian scanned the list, he understood why his sister Aurore was so extravagant with her spending.

Lets begin, Mr. K rasped, scanning the room.

His attendants read the entries aloud one by one. Some went unanswered, while others were discreetly finalized through the attendants.

Lumian observed quietly, intent on familiarizing himself with these situations and gathering intel.

As the gathering neared its end, the attendant by the portable blackboard finally announced Lumians first request.

Silence ensued.

After more than ten seconds, a man lounging in a corner divan snickered.

Most of those skilled in restoring mystical items and Beyonder weapons are found in the G.o.d of Steam and Machinery Church. Try looking there.

His face was smeared with oil paint, as if he were masquerading as a savage from the Southern Continents forests.

Ignoring the unfunny remark, Mr. Ks attendant relayed Lumians second request.

The gatherings attendees exchanged bewildered glances, as if this strange creature was news to them.

Just a bunch of clueless Low-Sequence Beyonders Lumian inwardly scoffed in disappointment.

Just then, the man who had joked earlier shared, This brings something to mind. Heh heh, heres a freebie.

Where the Srenzo River meets the Ryan River downstream, theres a town called Aunett. Many middle-cla.s.s Trier folks enjoy sailing and swimming there.

Early last year, or maybe earlier, three consecutive female deaths occurred. They died of weakness from overindulgence, with no known partners, secret or otherwise. Their only shared trait was telling friends about the vivid, alluring dreams theyd been having recently.