Chapter 519: Big Merchant

Lu Mian didn't care about anyone's reaction at all, and under their gaze, he said with a smile:

"I want to know where I can get some magical items?"

Hearing this question, Bartner Kong Tai couldn't help but raise his right hand and drink the remaining "Jin Suomu".

Where on earth did this kid run out from?

Is this kind of question something that can be asked in such a public place?

Even if no one reports you, they will only treat you as a fool!

For a moment, Bartner regretted accepting Louis Berry's invitation to drink, which would give him the reputation of being friends with a fool.

Seeing that the guests in the bar had different expressions but no one answered, Lu Mian shrugged his shoulders and put away the revolver:

"It seems you are all ordinary people."

After speaking, he jumped off the wooden platform, passed through the messy crowd, and walked back to the bar counter.

The two drunks he had lifted by their clothes and thrown out earlier, and those who had been frightened, weighed his strength and weapons and did not retaliate.

After sitting on the original high stool, Lu Mian ordered a glass of strong spirit and smiled at Bartner:

"Falingang is indeed more open than Trier."

Bartner looked at Louis Berry with the look of "do you lack a brain" and smiled reluctantly:

"What we need to recreate is Gehrman Sparrow's career, not his behavior."

Is this guy too worshipful of Gehrman Sparrow, even imitating that cold madness?

Gehrman Sparrow has enough strength to support that kind of madness, what about you?

Moreover, Gehrman Sparrow is cold and indifferent madness, you are reckless, stupid, and brainless madness. Can this be the same?

Lu Mian didn't respond to Bartner and continued to chat with him about the pirates who had been relatively active in the Mist Sea recently.

After finishing the strong spirit in his hand, he said goodbye to Bartner, left the bar, passed through the still lively open-air market, and walked toward the port.

He had just returned to the square with a large number of bulletin boards when he suddenly turned his body and looked toward the back.

A male islander wearing a top hat and a gray-black jacket approached him timidly and piled up a smile:

"I was also in the bar just now."

"Get to the point." Lu Mian urged impatiently.

That islander with brown skin, a thin face, and decent features looked around and lowered his voice:

"You want to find a place to get magical items?

"I know where there might be."

"Really?" Lu Mian asked back with an unbelieving tone.

"I don't guarantee there definitely is, but you can go and see. If it's not suitable, just don't buy it." That islander glanced at Lu Mian's left armpit, "And, you have a gun, and your skills are not bad, you shouldn't be worried about being robbed, right?"

"Also." Lu Mian thought for a few seconds and nodded slowly, "What's your name?"

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

Lu Mian walked behind Carmel indifferently, passed through two streets, and arrived at an area very similar to the messy street.

The roads here were narrow, and various buildings were crumbling and randomly adding new facilities.

Carmel led Lu Mian into a laundry room opened by a local, and arrived at the deepest part of the dim house amidst the wet clothes hanging up.

There was a door there.

"You should disguise yourself first. People who participate in this kind of occult gathering don't want others to know their true identity and appearance." Carmel took two black robes with hoods from the wall outside the door and handed them to Lu Mian.

After Lu Mian put on the robe and pulled up the hood, Carmel knocked on the door rhythmically.

The door creaked open. Inside seemed to be a simple living room, with old long sofas and dilapidated back chairs and other things.

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

When Carmel introduced them simply, Lu Mian politely closed the door.

After he and Carmel pulled over round stools and sat down, a man who had his hood pulled very low pressed his voice:

"I need the venom crystal of a crown jellyfish, I can offer 5000 Felkin."

No one responded to him.

After that was another participant selling the strange sea eagle eyeballs he had obtained.

Seeing that they were discussing things in a decent way, Lu Mian stood up, looked around, and said:

"I need the brain of a human-lion, you guys name the price."

The man seeking the crown jellyfish venom crystal controlled his volume and said:

"I happen to have it, give me 30,000 Felkin and it's yours."

"How do I determine if it's true or false?" Lu Mian looked at the man and said.

The man selling the strange sea eagle eyeballs interrupted with a hoarse voice:

"I can help you notarize."

"Very good, let me see the goods first." Lu Mian walked toward the trader with a smile.

That person said unhurriedly:

"That is a very precious magical item, how could I carry it with me?

"You need to pay half the money first, and I will help you get it. It's upstairs. You can follow me, supervise me not to run away, and even put the deposit with the notary, kept by him."

"Very reasonable." Lu Mian had just finished speaking when he suddenly kicked his feet and rushed toward the trader like a cheetah, swinging his right fist.

Bang!

That person was knocked to the ground directly, and two teeth flew out with blood.

The other participants, including the notary and Carmel, were stunned for a moment, then stood up and ran toward the door in unison.

None of them stopped Lu Mian's violence, nor did any of them use abilities, only showing the idea of fleeing here.

Carmel, who was closest to the exit, opened the door and ran out.

In a flash, his eyes blurred, and he returned to the simple living room again.

Two others had the same experience.

They all looked confused, as if the weird phenomena in folklore had descended into reality.

Bang!

A golden bullet flew over and hit the door of the exit.

These hooded people who tried to escape all squatted down, hugged their heads, and their movements were unusually smooth and skilled.

Lu Mian turned around, pushed up the trader's hood, and pressed the revolver against the center of his forehead.

"The scam is done quite well." Lu Mian said to the trader with a smile.

He fired a shot in the bar to attract attention, and expressed his desire to seek magical items in a public place, which was a conspiracy he had designed on the spot to see if he could fish out some greedy pirates or local fraud groups—they all knew more or less things that ordinary people didn't know, including black market transactions.

This was also an act of digesting the "Conspirator" potion.

That trader was a typical islander, with brown skin, a long face, relatively soft contour lines, and eyes like dark amber.

"I didn't cheat you!" He emphasized anxiously and angrily.

"Is that so?" Lu Mian pulled the hammer of the revolver.

When he closed the door just now, he had specially constructed a "Bottle of Fiction," and the condition set was that only Beyonders could enter.

Judging from the fact that none of the participants could successfully "go out," there were no Beyonders here.

Not a Beyonder, discussing the main materials of the "Conspirator" potion, is it fun?

The trader trembled twice and hurriedly changed his words:

"Yes, I'm sorry, we just wanted to cheat some money, we, we can't live anymore!"

Lu Mian didn't care why this group of people became scammers. He looked back at the scammers' accomplices who were squatting neatly, and tapped the trader's forehead with the muzzle of the gun:

"What's your name?"

"Luo Di." That trader swallowed his saliva and said.

Lu Mian tapped his forehead again:

"Where did you hear about the human-lion brain, the crown jellyfish venom crystal, and the notary?"

This was not information that ordinary people could come into contact with.

"I, I can't say." A layer of dense cold sweat broke out on Luo Di's forehead.

A confidentiality agreement, or some other constraint? Lu Mian looked at Luo Di carefully for a few seconds and smiled:

"Then can you tell me who your master is?"

Luo Di was stunned, and fear appeared in his eyes.

He didn't seem to expect that the other party would be certain that he had a master and was someone else's servant.

"Three, two..." Lu Mian started the countdown.

"It's Sir Moerjiala." Luo Di blurted out.

"Then take me there." Lu Mian made the request unhurriedly.

The sweat on Luo Di's forehead increased instantly:

"No, no, I am Mr. Fideer's servant.

"He is the vice president of the Falingang United Chamber of Commerce."

Participated in many occult gatherings organized by Fideer as a servant? Although he couldn't tell others about the corresponding things, he could use the information obtained to scam adventurers? Lu Mian stood up thoughtfully, lifted the "Bottle of Fiction," took Carmel and other scammers' accomplices out one by one, asked them one by one, and confirmed that Luo Di was really Fideer Gela's servant.

One of the main businesses of that vice president of the Falingang United Chamber of Commerce was to help pirates handle some very sensitive and invisible goods.

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Falingang, Black Pearl District where the Viceroy's Mansion is located, 16 Keleiyasi Street.

Lu Mian patted Luo Di, who had changed into a servant's clothes with a red bottom and gold trim and white trousers, and said with a smile:

"Tell Mr. Fideer that I want to visit him, and the purpose is to buy some occult materials."

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

Lu Mian leaned against the wall of the house on the street, watching the scammer walk into the four-story building with gray body and brown roof, decorated with many statues on the outer wall at 16.

As soon as Luo Di passed through the foyer and got rid of the revolver's aim, he instinctively wanted to pretend that the thing just now hadn't happened and not go to report to his master.

He quickly remembered that the man who pulled the trigger without hesitation warned him:

Within ten minutes, if he didn't wait for Fideer's reply, he would shout outside that Luo Di was a scammer.

Or, should I just tell him that Mr. Fideer doesn't want to see him? But he doesn't look like someone who is easy to fool, so it wouldn't be good if he made an extreme move... Luo Di hesitated for a moment, and finally gritted his teeth and knocked on the study door.

Fideer Gela had the blood of both Intis and Feneport. He had curly black hair, deep brown eyes, and relatively dark skin. He seemed to be very delicate when he was young, but now he had some mottled white hair and somewhat obvious nasolabial folds.

Wearing a white shirt and a brown vest, he held a glass of red wine and quietly listened to the trembling Luo Di tell how they had evil intentions and wanted to scam the new adventurer.

Hearing Lu Mian jump onto the wooden platform, fire a shot to attract attention, and ask where he could get magical items, the big merchant sighed and said to his stupid servant:

"No need to talk about the rest, does he want to see me now?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 520 =====