Chapter 232: 232
Who? How did that person know that I purchased the Sheriff recipe? Xio's dark green pupils contracted as she surveyed her surroundings in astonishment, but she didn't see anyone suspiciously watching her .
According to Mr . A, the transactions here should be very safe and confidential here… Finally, Xio couldn't help but look at the single sofa where Mr . A, whose face was covered by a hood, sat . He was still quietly sizing people up without revealing anything odd .
She nudged Fors with her elbow and whispered, "Should I go?"
Fors took the piece of paper, glanced at it, and replied without hesitation, "Go, at least you still have Mr . A watching . No one would dare to do anything to you, so you can take the opportunity to find out what the other party's goal is . Who knows? You might actually obtain the potion materials you want as a result?"
"That makes sense…" Xio, who was a very proactive person, immediately nodded to the attendant, followed him to the study, and finally, put on a hooded robe .
This hood can cover my entire face, so much so that I can't see the path in front of me… Having worn the hood, Xio opened the door and saw a man dressed in a tuxedo sitting behind a desk .
The man wore a golden mask that revealed his eyes, nostrils, mouth, and cheeks, but it was impossible to identify him .
The light brown eyes behind the golden mask shifted as the man pointed to the chair opposite the desk and said, "Have a seat . "
His voice was deliberately hoarse; otherwise, there was nothing special about it .
Xio closed the door to the study, stuck her chest out and raised her head, and sat down in the designated position without feeling intimidated . She then asked, "Do you have the main ingredients for the Sheriff potion?"
The masked man chuckled and said, "Yes, I have the eyes of a Terror Demon Worm and the right palm of a Silver War Bear .
"In fact, that Sheriff potion formula you bought was sold on my behalf…"
No wonder… Xio was often mocked as a brainless person by her good friends, but to survive in the circle of Beyonders, in the gangs of the East Borough, and among the poor, she wasn't a completely reckless person . She had the intuition for danger that was akin to a wild beast .
She asked in a deep voice, "Why are you doing this?"
"To select suitable helpers . " The masked man chuckled . "With your financial situation, it'll be difficult for you to gather the money needed for these two Beyonder ingredients in a short period of time . Of course, you can sell the formula at other Beyonder gatherings, but please, believe me, this will bring you unnecessary danger . Our circles might not overlap, but I'm not the only person . "
Xio frowned and said, "Since you have such a massive organization and possess the formulas to the Sheriff and Arbiter potions, why do you need my help?"
"There are certain matters we do not wish to deal with ourselves . There are many reasons, but there's no need for me to tell you that . And every Arbiter that embarks on the journey as a Beyonder by themselves has, more or less, some connection with the aristocracy . This is something we need," the masked man explained, simply .
It seems like he doesn't know about my origins, nor is he aware of my reputation in the East Borough… Xio relaxed a little .
The masked man continued, "Just treat it as additional missions beyond the Beyonder gatherings . I will give you some missions and pay you with the corresponding rewards . If you feel that it's dangerous, you can reject them . This is a fair and free trade . Once you save up enough money, you can purchase the ingredients from me . "
This… Xio, who was still struggling with her financial situation, suddenly had her heart stir . She continued acting reserved for nine seconds before she said, "As long as I have the right to reject missions, I can consider it . "
"No problem . " The masked man laughed . "We can agree on where and how we'll meet in the future . To make you feel at ease, we'll concede the right to decide the details to you . "
"Alright . " Although Xio was still baffled and didn't understand why the other party was offering her missions to perform, she still agreed .
At the very least, she couldn't identify any obvious dangers at the moment .
…
Klein busied himself with buying chairs and tea sets and mending his clothes the whole of Sunday . He spent a total of 6 pounds 9 soli to restore the living room, the dining room, and himself to their original states .
What a loss . I hope that the police department compensates me for my losses from Meursault's estate . Sigh, the chances are slim since it's, at best, just a portion . Klein placed the invoices and receipts neatly in place, waiting for them to be used in the future .
Of course, in terms of income alone, he had made quite a killing . Meursault's Beyonder characteristic was worth at least 300 pounds, or more .
The premise of all of this was that Klein had access to a circle of Beyonders .
After dinner, dressed in a turtleneck sweater, a solid-colored sweater, a grayish-blue worker's coat, and a cap, Klein went out, once again, and made two transfers before arriving at Iron Gate Street in the area of the Backlund Bridge .
He saw Bravehearts Bar after taking a few steps . He saw a seemingly heavy black wooden door and a nearly two-meter-tall brawny man with his arms folded .
The brawny man sized up Klein, but he didn't stop him from pushing open the door, but his throat moved when he heard the cheers inside .
This was when the bar was experiencing its peak business . Before Klein even entered, he felt a heat wave engulf him . He could smell the strong aroma of malt beer and hear a din .
Unsurprisingly, he saw two stages in the middle of the bar . One of them was having a rat-baiting with dogs competition, and the other stage had two boxers patiently waiting for the fight to begin .
The aroma of alcohol mixed with the smell of sweat emanated . Klein lifted his gold-rimmed glasses and pinched his nose . While protecting his belongings, he squeezed his way to the bar counter .
Before the bartender could say anything, he said, "One glass of Southville beer . "
This was the best beer that the Loen Kingdom produced .
"Five pence," the bartender replied like clockwork .
Klein took out a handful of coins and counted out five pence before handing them over in exchange for a large wooden cup of golden beer . The aroma of the beer was alluring .
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