She calmly glanced at Mr. A, then lowered her voice and said to Fors and Hugh Dyer: "Has this gentleman done anything noteworthy?"
Viscount Gleylent, who was also wearing a hooded robe, was also very curious.
Hugh Dyer replied gravely: "There have been several cases where Beyonders of Sequence 8 or even Sequence 7 targeted Mr. A and tried to deal with him, but in the end they all disappeared without a trace."
"A truly powerful Beyonder," Gleylent praised, repeating the earlier introduction.
While speaking, the four entered the house, and the doorman immediately closed the door.
After adjusting to the gaslight, Audrey saw two blackboards at the front, covered in lines of words.
At that moment, Fors, holding an unlit cigarette, said in a low voice: "Those are the needs of the gathering members. You should understand that many people don't want others to know what they have, lest they attract greedy individuals. So they write anonymously on the board what they want to buy or sell, along with an approximate price and item requirements."
Audrey nodded slightly and, without bothering to observe the other members, directly scanned a few entries on the left blackboard: "Need a pair of adult Manhall fish eyes."
"Remnant powder from a wraith, 165 pounds."
"Three pages of notes from Emperor Roselle, 20 pounds."
Seeing these, Audrey could no longer maintain her Spectator state; she was both shocked and excited.
These prices, these prices are too, too cheap! she thought joyfully and excitedly.
As she walked, her gaze shifted, and she saw more entries: "Cry of an infant, one dose, 200 pounds."
"Mummy powder, 10 grams, 5 pounds."
"Fishman slime, 30 ml, 29 pounds."
"Sequence 8 'Sheriff' potion formula, 450 pounds."
...
Too, too cheap! The mystical materials didn't exceed 300 pounds! Audrey's eyes lit up as she followed her companions to find seats.
Then, Hugh Dyer leaned close to her ear and whispered: "Is there anything you want?"
Audrey's breath quickened, and Emperor Roselle's famous declaration instantly flashed through her mind: "I want it all!"
She had two older brothers, so she wouldn't inherit the title or the main estate, but as a girl loved by her parents and brothers, she owned properties, farmland, pastures, mines, jewelry, stocks, shares, and bonds worth 300,000 pounds.
This was her share of the family estate, but before her father, Count Hall, passed away or she married, she only nominally owned it and received an annuity each year.
Even so, she had an annual income of 15,000 to 25,000 pounds, ranking among the noble ladies of the
Of course, as a noble, many necessary expenses were unavoidable, especially since she was already receiving annuity income and couldn't ask her parents for everything.
She controlled herself and replied modestly: "For now, I'm only interested in Emperor Roselle's notes. I'm his admirer. I believe the special symbols or characters he created have mystical powers, but we haven't found the right way to combine them."
Audrey, you're becoming more and more hypocritical... she silently added to herself.
Just as she finished speaking, a young man in a white shirt and black vest sitting nearby exclaimed excitedly: "Yes! Exactly! I've finally met someone who shares my view!"
"I'm the owner of those three pages of notes, and I can sell them to you right now!"
... Audrey was first taken aback, then replied with a smile: "Then please allow me to express my gratitude."
She took out two 10-pound notes and handed them to the man, receiving three pages of Emperor Roselle's diary. Of course, no one here knew it was a diary; they simply called it notes.
After receiving them, Audrey flipped through and confirmed that the writing was similar to what she had obtained before.
Putting away the diary, she whispered to Hugh and Fors: "If the notes are fake, who can I turn to? Mr. A?"
"Yes, Mr. A doesn't allow fraud in the gatherings he organizes. Well, I can also arbitrate on your behalf privately," Hugh Dyer replied eagerly.
"I understand." Audrey entered the "Spectator" state and began to examine the Beyonders and Beyonders-in-training present.
Because of the young man's excitement, many people had noticed their group, and they were sizing up Audrey and Gleylent either openly or discreetly, but none could penetrate the hoods.
Sofas, chairs, and coffee tables were scattered around, all facing the blackboards... The materials were ordinary, suggesting that Mr. A, the organizer, was not a noble and was casual about such things... Hmm, given the confidence he displayed, he wouldn't deliberately make such a disguise... Audrey moved her eyes, observing calmly.
Mr. A surveyed all the young ladies present, his gaze often lingering on the good-looking ones... He was a womanizer... Why did he keep looking at me? Could he see through the hood's cover?