Chapter 131: A Transaction

Chapter One Hundred Thirty-OneA Transaction

Mr. A? That feels more like a criminal code name than the title of a mysterious powerhouse… It cannot compare with the Fool at all… No. Those who can be compared with Mr. Fool should be gods or great figures only slightly beneath gods…

With that thought, Audrey was suddenly filled with a sense of superiority.

She calmly looked at Mr. A, then lowered her voice and asked Fors and Xio Derecha, “Does this gentleman have any notable deeds?”

Viscount Glaint, who similarly wore a hooded robe, was very curious about the matter as well.

Xio Derecha answered with a solemn expression, “There have been several instances where Sequence 8, and even Sequence 7 Beyonders, targeted Mr. A and tried to deal with him. In the end, all of them vanished without a sound.”

“He truly is a powerful Beyonder,” Glaint praised, repeating the earlier introduction.

While they spoke, the four entered the house, and the doorkeeper immediately shut the main door.

After adapting slightly to the gaslight, Audrey saw two blackboards standing at the very front. Line after line of words had been written upon them.

At that moment, Fors, holding an unlit cigarette, whispered, “Those are the needs of the gathering members. You should understand: many people do not want others to know what they possess, in case they are targeted by the greedy. Therefore, they anonymously write on the blackboards what they wish to obtain, or what they hope to sell, as well as approximate prices and item requirements.”

Audrey nodded lightly. For the moment, she had no time to observe the gathering’s members. She directly browsed several entries on the left blackboard.

“Need one pair of adult Manhal fish eyes.”

“Powder left behind by a wraith, 165 pounds.”

“Emperor Roselle’s notes, three pages, 20 pounds.”

Upon seeing this, Audrey could no longer maintain her Spectator state. Shock and excitement struck her together.

These prices… these prices are so, so cheap!

She thought, both excited and delighted.

As she walked, her gaze shifted, and she saw more entries.

“Baby’s Cry flower, 200 pounds.”

“Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds.”

“Fishman slime, 30 milliliters, 29 pounds.”

“Sequence 8 Sheriff potion formula, 450 pounds.”

…

So, so cheap! None of the extraordinary materials exceed 300 pounds!

Audrey’s eyes shone as she followed her companions to their seats.

At that moment, Xio Derecha leaned close to her ear and quietly asked, “What do you want?”

Audrey’s breathing grew heavier. A famous declaration from Emperor Roselle flashed instantly through her mind:

“I want them all!”

She had two elder brothers, so she would not inherit the title or the main estate. But as a young lady deeply loved by her parents and brothers, under her name were houses, lands, ranches, mines, jewelry, stocks, shares, and bonds worth three hundred thousand pounds.

That counted as her portion of the family property. However, before her father, Earl Hall, passed away—or before she herself married—it belonged to her only in name. Each year, she received the corresponding annuity.

Even so, her annual income was between fifteen thousand and twenty-five thousand pounds. Among the female nobility of the entire Loen Kingdom, that was enough to rank near the top.

Of course, as a noble, many necessary expenses could not be avoided, especially now that she received annuity income and could no longer ask her parents for everything.

Controlling herself, she answered with reserved grace, “For now, I have only taken an interest in Emperor Roselle’s notes. I am his admirer. I believe that the special symbols—or rather, language—that he created possess mysterious power. We simply have not yet found the proper way to combine them.”

Audrey, you are becoming more and more hypocritical…

She silently added in her heart.

The moment she finished speaking, a young man in a white shirt and black waistcoat sitting nearby immediately echoed with excitement.

“Yes…