Chapter 519: Big Merchant

Lumian didn't care about anyone else's reaction at all. Under their gaze, he said with a smile:

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

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

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, Batner regretted accepting Louis Berry's invitation to drink, as this 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, Lumian shrugged his shoulders and put away the revolver:

"Looks like you are all ordinary people."

After saying that, he jumped off the wooden platform, passed through the messy crowd, and walked back to the bar position.

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

After sitting on the original high stool, Lumian ordered a glass of Lie Lang Qi and said to Batner with a smile:

"Faling Port is indeed more open than Trier."

Batner 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 cause, not his behavior."

Is this guy imitating that cold and crazy behavior because he admires Gehrman Sparrow too much?

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

Moreover, Gehrman Sparrow's madness is cold and indifferent, while yours is reckless, stupid, and brainless madness. Can these be the same?

Lumian did not respond to Batner and continued to chat with him about the pirates who were relatively active in the Misty Sea recently.

After finishing the Lie Lang Qi in his hand, he said goodbye to Batner, 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 behind him.

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." Lumian 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 where you can get magical items?"

"I know where there might be some."

"Really?" Lumian asked back in a tone that didn't quite believe it.

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

"Also." Lumian nodded slowly after thinking for a few seconds, "What's your name?"

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

Lumian 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 all kinds of buildings were crumbling and randomly adding new facilities.

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

There was a door there.

"You should do a disguise 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 Lumian.

After Lumian put on the robe and pulled up the hood, Carmel knocked on the door with a rhythm.

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

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

When Carmel introduced them simply, Lumian politely closed the door.

After they both pulled over round stools and sat down, a man who pulled his hood very low lowered his voice:

"I need the venom crystal of a crown jellyfish, I can offer up to 5,000 Felkins."

No one responded to him.

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

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

"I need the brain of a human-lion, you 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 Felkins and it's yours."

"How do I determine if it's real or fake?" Lumian looked at the man and said.

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

"I can help you notarize it."

"Very good, let me see the goods first." Lumian 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." As soon as Lumian finished speaking, he suddenly kicked his feet and lunged in front of the trader like a leopard, swinging his right fist.

Bang!

That person was knocked to the ground directly, and two teeth flew out with fresh 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 Lumian's violence, nor did any of them use abilities, only showing the idea of escaping from 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.

There were two others who encountered the same thing.

They were all confused, as if the strange phenomenon in folk legends 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.

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

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

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

This was also an act of digesting the 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?" Lumian pulled the hammer of the revolver.

When he closed the door just now, he deliberately constructed a "Bottle of Fiction," setting the condition that only Beyonders could enter.

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

If they weren't Beyonders, why discuss the main materials of the "Conspirator" potion? Is it fun?

The trader's body trembled twice, and he quickly changed his words:

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

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

"What's your name?"

"Rodi." That trader swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said.

Lumian tapped his forehead again:

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

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

"I, I can't say." A layer of dense cold sweat oozed from Rodi's forehead.

A confidentiality agreement, or some other constraint? Lumian looked at Rodi carefully for a few seconds and smiled:

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

Rodi 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..." Lumian started the countdown.

"It's Sir Morjala." Rodi blurted out.

"Then take me there." Lumian made the request unhurriedly.

The sweat on Rodi's forehead increased instantly:

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

"He is the vice president of the Faling Port United Chamber of Commerce."

As a servant, he participated in many occult gatherings organized by Fidel? Although he couldn't tell others about the corresponding things, he could use the information obtained to scam adventurers? Lumian stood up thoughtfully, lifted the "Bottle of Fiction," took the fraud accomplices like Carmel out one by one, asked them one by one, and confirmed that Rodi was indeed the servant of Fidel Gra.

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

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Faling Port, Black Pearl District where the Viceroy's Mansion is located, 16 Coreas Street.

Lumian patted Rodi, who had changed into a servant's clothes with red bottoms and gold edges and white trousers, and said with a smile:

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

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

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

As soon as Rodi passed through the entrance hall and got rid of the revolver's aim, he instinctively wanted to pretend that the thing just now didn't happen and not go to report to his master.

He soon remembered that the man who pulled the trigger without hesitation like drinking water had warned him:

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

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

Fidel Gra had the blood of both Intis and Feynapotter. He had slightly curly black hair, deep brown eyes, and relatively dark skin. He seemed to look 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 listened quietly to the trembling Rodi telling how they had evil intentions and wanted to scam the new adventurer.

Hearing Lumian jump onto the wooden platform, fire a shot to attract attention, and ask where he could get magical items, this 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 =====