Wednesday night, 7:55 PM. Back alley of the Brave Bar.
Klein wandered around for a while based on his memory before finally finding the dark and unlit house.
He had put on a disguise today. He was wearing a grey-blue worker's uniform and a peaked cap, and his face was covered in a glued-on beard, all to prevent others from associating him with the fellow who tried his luck buying the "Black Snake" item before.
Best if Old Man Wisdom Eye and that guy Drugmaster can't recognize me, otherwise, a newcomer who just became a Beyonder by luck offering several potion formulas just a week later would always make one think too much and become suspicious… Klein put his hands into his coat pockets and felt Azik's copper whistle, ordinary Tarot cards, and the replenished charms.
This worker's uniform was also specially modified by a tailor. It had many small pockets for stuffing metal bottles containing herbal powders, pure floral water essences, and other things.
Taking a breath and slowly letting it out, Klein took out the iron mask, which only covered the upper half of his face, from inside his clothes, initially completing his disguise.
Immediately after, he utilized his Clown abilities to control his expressions and subtle body movements, changed his walking posture, and numbed his facial nerves, striving to be distinctly different from his previous self.
However, I'm not sure how Old Man Wisdom Eye recognizes people, so I can only do this much. Ah, if only I were already a Faceless… But if that were the case, I wouldn't need to come to such a low-level Beyonder gathering… Klein stood outside, calmed himself for a few seconds, raised his right hand, and knocked on the door. Seven heavy, one light; six long, one short.
Almost without any wait, the small wooden panel on the door was silently slid open. An eye appeared in the gap, scrutinizing the visitor from top to bottom.
After two or three seconds, the door creaked open, and Wisdom Eye's attendant handed Klein a black hooded robe.
Klein maintained a blank expression, quickly put on the robe, and pulled the hood down, letting the shadows conceal his face.
Walking towards the living room, he deliberately adopted a stride length he wasn't used to and tried to eliminate the awkward feeling.
In the dark, deep room where the light of a single candle flickered softly, many members of the gathering had already arrived. Unlike before, Klein didn't choose a corner seat but generously sat on a high stool closer to the center.
In short, all his external manifestations this time had to be different from the first two times! And this was precisely the forte of the ability a Clown possessed—to reflect oneself in one's mind and exert preliminary control.
Time ticked by in the dead silent living room, which was almost frozen solid. Finally, Old Man Wisdom Eye looked at the clock on the wall and spoke in an aged voice: "Time's up. Let's begin. We won't wait for our late friends."
The moment he finished speaking, Klein said in a hoarse voice: "I want to sell potion formulas."
"The Sequence 9 'Singer' and Sequence 8 'Light Seeker' of the Church of the Eternal Sun."
"The former is 220 pounds, the latter is 450 pounds."
This was the most suitable plan he had thought of. "Spectator" and "Heart Reader" involved the
The potions of the Seer pathway involved Klein himself, and he naturally didn't want to expose his characteristics.
Through so many personal experiences and observations of Beyonder battles, he had gradually come to a realization: Below the high sequences, Beyonders of different pathways have distinct characteristics and are not the same. That is to say, they each have their strengths and weaknesses. Their strengths and weaknesses are so obvious that they are strong where they are strong and weak where they are weak.
For example, the Spectator pathway lacks the ability for frontal combat, but if ignored and unconsciously guided by them, no matter how strong one's fighting skills and supernatural abilities are, they might die without knowing why. A vivid example is the Hurricane Admiral,
Because below the high sequences, most Beyonder professions have distinct characteristics but glaring weaknesses and fragile bodies. Therefore, if one can conceal their own strengths and figure out the enemy's situation in advance to effectively target their weaknesses, it is not impossible to defeat a stronger opponent with a weaker one. Under very extreme circumstances, a Sequence 9 killing a Sequence 5 has a very small chance of occurring.
Of course, this example is a perfect hypothesis with almost no chance of actual occurrence. Sequence 5 can already be called a powerhouse. Their corresponding Beyonder abilities each have aspects worthy of being called miraculous. Their "strengths" can effectively cover their "weaknesses." It is very difficult to affect them before Sequence 6.
On the other hand, many Beyonders below the high sequences are afraid of being besieged, even if their opponents are all of a lower sequence. Because once flustered and focusing on one thing while neglecting another, their weaknesses become fatal.
These issues are precisely the reason why the Shepherd can be ranked at the top among those below the high sequences. They are too well-rounded. If their Beyonder abilities are combined and matched well enough, they have almost no weaknesses!
When I advance to Sequence 7 and gain various magical Beyonder abilities, I will be able to positively contend with a Sequence 6 for a while, and even have a chance of victory… If I encounter a Sequence 5, I'll also have a chance to escape… In the midst of these scattered thoughts, Klein looked around, hoping someone would speak up.
If the Singers and Light Seekers can't be sold, I'll have to fall back on the Spectator and Heart Reader, and consider the knowledge of the indestructibility and conservation of Beyonder characteristics… The formulas of my own pathway absolutely cannot be sold, nor can those of the Witch pathway. That would cause many tragedies. Whether the Instigator or the Witch, they are types that must actively do evil… Klein felt a slight anxiety inside, but he kept waiting without any expression on his face.
"Actually, I could consider buying them." At this moment, the plump-faced Drugmaster chuckled. "I can take on another apprentice, give him these two formulas, and have him pray for sunlight on my herbs specifically. Perfect! Extravagant!"
His words broke the momentary silence in the room. From a corner, a man with his hood pulled very low deliberately sharpened his voice and said: "Maybe I can give them to my child. It's at least stronger than my Sequence."