Chapter 29: Serpent of Fate, Weilong Satin

This is a very spacious house, and everyone sits in their own corners of the room, not disturbing each other.

At the front of the room stands a blackboard, on which various demands or the prices of items for sale are written, and so on.

If one needs to buy or sell any item, including potion formulas, extraordinary objects, potion ingredients, and so on, they can write it on paper and have a waiter help write it on the blackboard, preventing other gathering members from learning their situation and thus targeting them.

As Feng Yi was observing the room, the petite and delicate Xiu beside him noticed his friend's abnormal state, and a doubt immediately arose in her heart.

However, now is not the time to ask; she did nothing else, but instead spoke for Foer Si, introducing the situation and transaction details to the baron who had spent gold pounds.

Scanning the lines of words written on the blackboard and watching the transactions between the extraordinary individuals at the gathering, Feng Yi's eyes showed a hint of interest.

Needless to say, as a gathering convened by members of the Aurora Society who worship an evil god, there are indeed not a few miraculous objects and potion ingredients.

However, most of the traded items are low-sequence, namely Sequence 9 and Sequence 8; medium-sequence Sequence 7 and above potion ingredients are not many, occasionally appearing, and they are not the Psychiatrist potion ingredients that Feng Yi himself needs.

Obviously, medium-sequence potion ingredients and items are already considered rare, not something one can casually see at such a wild extraordinary-person organization gathering.

Regarding this, Feng Yi's heart did not feel any disappointment.

Anyway, his Mind Reader potion has not been fully digested, and he is not in a hurry to collect the Psychiatrist potion.

Today, he merely came to observe this kind of gathering, preparing for the future.

In the future, after attending several more such extraordinary-person gatherings, he will naturally be able to collect the potion ingredients he needs.

In this world, the purchasing power of gold pounds is still strong; even without mentioning high-sequence potion materials and items, at least low- to mid-sequence potion materials can still be bought with gold pounds.

At most, it's just a matter of price being high or low!

As a kingdom noble, Feng Yi's net worth may not be as extravagant as Audrey, the daughter of the great Bekland noble, but neither is he as stingy as the penniless Klein.

At least for him, the gold pounds needed to purchase low- to mid-sequence potion materials are not lacking.

He mainly regards this gathering trip as an inspection, to understand the situation of such extraordinary-person gatherings.

At the same time, while observing the scene, a faint gold hue appeared in Feng Yi's pupils; using his Mind Reader ability, he also covertly observed each extraordinary person, gaining insight into his own sequence ability.

This is also a way of digesting the abilities and rules contained within his own potion.

This extraordinary-person gathering lasted for over an hour; only after everyone had finished trading did Feng Yi and his two companions leave together.

Although this gathering did not yield what he needed, Feng Yi felt he had gained much insight and understood the various aspects of such extraordinary-person gatherings, making the trip not in vain.

More importantly, through observing the various extraordinary individuals at the gathering, Feng Yi vaguely grasped the manner of playing the Mind Reader, and the abilities contained in his potion also subtly became fully integrated into his instincts.

Perhaps because the mental imprint of the Original Creator contained in his potion had been devoured and merged into part of himself, Feng Yi found that digesting and absorbing the abilities and rules of his potion was very easy.

"Sequence system? It really is an extremely simple system; one does not need to consider aptitude, comprehension, or talent—just digest the power contained in the potion, and one can continually improve, mastering the gifted abilities contained in the potion, even authority."

"For someone like me who has worn down and devoured the mental imprint of the Original Creator contained in the potion and transformed it into my own power, it is even more effortless."

"It seems that before long, the Mind Reader will be fully digested, allowing it to completely merge into oneself."

Sitting in the carriage on the return trip, sensing the Mind Reader ability within him, summarizing his experience, these thoughts inevitably arose in Feng Yi's mind.

Meanwhile, in the same carriage, Xiu looked at her friend with some worry, a conflicted expression appearing on her delicate little face.

Because her friend's current state is indeed not quite right.

One sees that Miss Foer Si at this moment is no longer her usual lazy demeanor, but rather wears a look of bewilderment, occasionally glancing sideways at the baron beside her who is closing his eyes to rest, appearing as if she wants to speak but holds back.

Xiu, who had never seen her friend like this, felt various thoughts surge in her heart; her head of blond hair faintly stood on end, like an irritable little lion.

At the same time, her gaze toward that baron grew increasingly dangerous.

The carriage instantly fell into a strange atmosphere.

And in that strange atmosphere, the Mind Reader potion within Feng Yi was being digested bit by bit.

Near the extraordinary-person gathering, on the street.

A middle-aged man wearing a crystal monocle came to this place, glanced around the surroundings, and the strange light in his eyes grew stronger.

"Missed again?"

The voice of growing doubt sounded, and the middle-aged man vanished once more into the crowd.

After an unknown amount of time, the carriage stopped at a street in the Queen's District, and Xiu hastily pulled her friend out of the carriage.

Only after getting out of the carriage did Foer Si come to her senses, and a doubt immediately rose in her heart.

Just then, a familiar voice sounded from her heart, causing her to instantly lift her head, looking toward the departing carriage with a mix of surprise and delight.

"This."

At this moment, a somewhat conflicted voice came from beside her.

Foer Si turned her head and saw Xiu's delicate little face almost twisted with conflict.

Hearing the other's next words, Foer Si first froze, then instantly reacted, unable to help bursting into laughter.

Under her friend's doubtful gaze, Foer Si ruffled her disheveled blond hair and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's not what you think."

As they spoke, Foer Si led Xiu toward their residence, a hint of anticipation flickering deep in her eyes.

Sitting in the carriage, Feng Yi pondered Foer Si's matter, thinking to himself: "I should be able to convince her; after all, for her, the full-moon babble is truly a fate worse than death. In that case, that spatial-traversing miraculous item should be obtainable. I'll take it, modify it a bit, and shear some wool from Mr. Door."

Just then, his spiritual sense suddenly twitched; his finger unconsciously pinched, and an illusory Bagua appeared in his eyes.

"Stop."

A flat voice sounded from inside the carriage; Feng Yi got out and told the servant, "You go back first; I still have some other matters."

"Yes, Baron."

The servant naturally dared not inquire about the baron's affairs, and promptly drove the carriage away.

Watching the carriage recede, Feng Yi looked in another direction, following his inner sense as he headed toward a street.

Shortly afterward, he stopped at a bustling spot on the street, where there was an ice cream shop that seemed to have just opened not long ago.

Feng Yi was certainly not interested in the ice cream; instead, he directed his gaze toward a little boy not far from the shop.

He was a boy about ten years old, roughly 1.4 meters tall, with a sturdy, tiger-headed appearance and a face full of childish innocence.

At this moment, he was reluctantly gazing at the ice cream shop not far away, just like an ordinary child who likes ice cream.

Upon seeing Feng Yi's figure, the boy gave him a shy smile, a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and softly said, "Uncle, could you treat me to an ice cream?"

Boom—

At the moment the little boy's voice fell, a bolt from the blue exploded on a nearby street, like a clap of thunder.

However, this bolt from the blue seemed to resonate in another dimension; the passersby nearby were unaffected, as if they hadn't heard it at all.

Feng Yi instinctively raised his head, looking toward the direction of the thunderclap, and a name automatically surfaced in his mind:

"Lord of the Storm, Leodoro!"

(End of chapter)