Alice's perception was sharp, and she noticed the black-robed man's gaze glued to her almost earlier than anyone else.

A bit obscene...but very strange, there is no malice or evil thoughts, just pure joy?

Damn it, why would he feel happy when he saw her?

Alice could tell that they had never met before!

...No, that's not right, this person gave her the impression that he was a bit like an antique dealer who saw some strange objects, and a human trafficker who was happy to see something...

All kinds of speculations flashed through her mind, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary on the surface. Her attitude was natural and casual, and she found an empty seat next to the coffee table to sit down. She kept a distance between herself and other people who came to the party.

Lone travelers are no different.

The eyes that were glued to her moved away. The man in black robe who seemed to be the convener of the Extraordinary gathering seemed to have calmed down. He no longer paid attention to the new entrant and calmly looked down at the entire gathering.

Room.

But Alice could feel that unlike other participants who somewhat ignored her due to the effects of illusions, this man in black robe would occasionally pay attention to her, and even did not shy away from being looked at by her when she noticed him.

Crazy, or perverted...or both...

She had always been indifferent to such people, but she was not too afraid, so she simply ignored the other person's existence and looked at the blackboard filled with transaction details.

"The tongue and part of the brain tissue of the water ghost, 25 pounds."

"Ghost dust, 210 pounds."

"Young black-spotted frogs, 80 pounds each, 7 in total, available for sale individually."

"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion recipe, 450 pounds."

…

After looking around briefly, Alice further confirmed the level of this secret party.

Most of the participants present were low-sequence Beyonders, with the exception of the man in black robe who stared at her... Well, not surprisingly, he should be the convener of the party, the mysterious and powerful Mr. A.

An advantage of an Extraordinary gathering with low-sequence Extraordinaries as the main body is that it can ensure the activity of transactions based on the number of people and ensure the circulation of low-level materials. And if you want to obtain mid- and high-sequence level materials, you can also

Try to start from Mr. A’s side.

However, thinking that she would not have any need for high-end materials in a short period of time, Alice gave up the idea of ​​contacting Mr. A, then changed to a more comfortable sitting position and quietly watched other people's transaction process.

Not long after, a young man with good features dressed as an attendant came near her and bowed.

"Hello, if you have any needs, you can write them down on paper and give them to me. If there are items for sale, there will be a rest period later. You can go to the small room and write the items on the blackboard."

Alice nodded slightly.

"I'm going to buy something."

She asked the attendant to wait nearby, reached for the pen and paper on the coffee table, quickly wrote down her purchase requirements, and then handed the folded note to the other party.

The attendant respected her wishes in a professional manner and did not open the note to read the contents. Instead, he turned directly to the single sofa where Mr. A was and handed over the note.

Wait, this process doesn't seem right... Why was her purchase request directly submitted to Mr. A, instead of being written on the blackboard like others, so that all participants can see it clearly...

Alice, who felt that she had been manipulated by her authority, was slightly unhappy, so she kept a close eye on Mr. A not far away and watched him open the note. Then she noticed that his hand trembled and his knuckles clenched tightly.

The corner of a piece of paper.

After a pause of about ten seconds, Mr. A let go of the note, turned around and whispered something to the attendant.

So the attendant walked up to the companion who was in charge of writing on the blackboard. After a few words of conversation, the latter wrote a message requiring a transaction at the front of the blackboard.

"I need the magic potion formula of the Sequence 8 'Scammer'. The price will be discussed in detail in person."

Alice listened to the voice of the attendant reading the transaction information, and her expression under the hood became a little dull:

No, that's not what she wrote in the original sentence... In order to attract the attention of the party members and purchase the potion formula that Eve needs as soon as possible, the purchase price she offered for this formula was much higher than the Sequence 8 "Sheriff" next door.

The "market price" has more than doubled...

That's right, the price she wrote for the "scammer's" formula was a full 1,000 pounds.

After she silently turned her gaze to Mr. A, Alice noticed that the man was staring at her without concealment.

Seeing her looking back, he even shifted his body's center of gravity slightly, resting his right leg on his left leg, supporting his chin with one hand, and his posture was as casual and carefree as if he was looking at a certain product.

...a rather childish way of trying to attract her attention.

Alice made a silent comment and stopped paying attention to Mr. A with just one glance.

She is now a "witch" and has long been accustomed to the attention of the opposite sex, so she shouldn't have any special reaction to it.

Instead, Mr. A instructed the attendant to modify her transaction information, changing the reward from a specific amount to a detailed discussion in person...

He wants to talk to her alone?

Alice leaned back on the chair, tapped her arm with her fingertips, and counted silently for a few times before she saw Mr. A's waiter walking towards her, holding a note in his hand.

She took the note and saw a line written on it:

"After the party tonight, stay here and don't leave. I can find a way to get what you want."

There is a way to get it...but I don't have it right now.

After translating Mr. A's implication, Alice wrote under the line of handwriting:

"I only accept invitations for private conversations during trading hours."

——Now is the free trading time of this party. Is there anything I can’t say that I can’t say until after the party is over?

This person's mind is not right!

She handed the note back to the waiter and watched him hand it to Mr. A, then noticed that the other man glanced at her again.

Not long after, another waiter came over and invited her to other rooms to discuss the details of the transaction.

After greeting Danitaly vaguely, Alice got up and left the hall, following the attendant to a living room on the first floor.

There was no one in the living room, and after the attendant said some polite words asking her to wait patiently, he withdrew and left.

The girl in a black robe that swept the floor walked to the window, opened the dark curtain, looked at the lawn outside the house, and breathed out softly.

"Still being tricked..."

If nothing else, Mr. A, who wanted to talk to her alone, would ask her to wait until the party was over.

This meant she had to wait here for at least half an hour.

No, we shouldn't waste time like this - Alice suddenly remembered the abnormal behavior of the little guy when she recalled her familiar.

She calmed down and gradually focused her mind on a certain contract chain connecting another soul, and followed it towards the small but bright spot of light, carefully and quickly reading through Eve's experiences in the past few hours.

.

Until the rainstorm ended in the afternoon, nothing special happened to the little guy...

But when Alice finished reading the scene after reading it, her eyebrows were furrowed and she never let go.

Eve was actually killed three times, and during the entire three deaths, she was unable to see clearly what was being done to her and how her life ended!

The only thing she knew was that there was a pipe "leading to the treasure" next to a river that had been emptied of water and was being excavated. The little robin got in without much thought, and went through long and difficult times, even digging through earth and rocks.

, finally came to the dark hall where the treasures were buried, and started exploring excitedly...

Unfortunately, before the treasure was found, Eve was attacked by unknown things and died on the spot.

After being resurrected by the magic power stored in the crystal core, she tried twice more without believing in evil, but she still died twice in confusion.

The frightened little robin did not dare to act rashly. It was not until Alice, as the owner, called her back that she cautiously allowed the power in the crystal core to revive and flow, and immediately covered her little robin with her wings.

brain.

Eve was sad that she was becoming bald and ugly, but Alice was concerned about something else.

She didn't even feel the familiar's death... The place where Eve died must have been quite special, able to isolate the spirit from long-distance sensing.

Unfortunately, there is not enough time now, otherwise Alice would have planned to ask Eve in detail to complete and restore more details.

The girl shook her head lightly, closed the curtains again and withdrew her thoughts, walked to a sofa but did not sit down.

Without letting her wait too long, Mr. A, who was wearing a black robe and his face completely covered by the shadow of the hood, walked into the room and said in an indifferent tone without any courtesy:

"I can get the 'Scammer' formula you need, and I can probably complete the transaction with you at the next party. But before that, I want to confirm two things with you..."

Alice let out a soft "heh" without objecting or agreeing. She just watched Mr. A sit down gracefully at the main seat, showing a confident perspective overlooking everything with his sitting posture.

"First, who did you buy the magic potion formula for? Yourself or someone else?" Mr. A's speech was neither fast nor slow, and he was obviously calm in his hoarse voice.

"Since when do sellers still care about the buyer's personal privacy..." A completely unfamiliar, charming voice belonging to a mature woman came from the shadow under the hood of the black robe, with a lingering and lingering tone, "Although I am very

I want to say that this has nothing to do with you, but who makes you the powerful Mr. A, so I have to reveal the truth - this potion formula was bought for someone else."

Mr. A seemed to be satisfied with her answer, nodded, leaned forward slightly and asked the second question.

"Do you want to be extraordinary?"

...Huh? Is she being considered an ordinary person by default?

Alice was silent and didn't answer.

"Extraordinaries who know the goods will not spend 1,000 pounds to buy a Sequence 8 formula, not to mention that the price of another Sequence 8 formula is written on the blackboard next to it, which is 450 pounds."
To be continued...