An extraordinary gathering? Klein thought for a moment, then nodded in response.
"Okay."
Collecting the supplementary materials for the "Secret Puppeteer" potion also ought to be put on the agenda, and he could also see if he encountered any craftsmen... He subconsciously began planning in his mind.
Seeing Gehrman Sparrow agree, Danitz secretly breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but show a smile.
In the past few days, his bounty had increased significantly and, bearing the heavy responsibility of monitoring, he hadn't gone out at all. He had been staying very obediently in the hotel suite, truly feeling stifled, and wished that night would come quickly.
The extraordinary gathering Danitz mentioned was at the Fragrant Leaf Bar, where many pirates, informants, and adventurers gathered. It was a top choice for gathering intelligence and purchasing supplies.
Klein, dressed in a black coat and a silk top hat, followed Danitz through the crowded, odor-mixed bar hall, entered a card room, gave the agreed password under the watch of several guards, and descended down a hidden staircase to a spacious underground area.
Here, like the "Evil Dragon Bar" in Tingen, there was an underground trading market selling herbs, essential oils, ancient books, charms, and various common mystical materials. But different from Tingen, there were also various guns and ammunition for sale. Klein even discovered antique muskets and lead balls.
Ha, there are also sellers of fake identity documents and forged seals... As expected of an overseas colony; such industries are far more developed than in Tingen... Later, I'll buy a batch of materials to make "Sea God" domain charms; there's always a discount for bulk purchases... Klein turned his head slightly from side to side, taking in the entire underground area.
Beside him, Danitz, now suspicious of his own disguise skills, deliberately wore a cap, pulling the brim low to cover half his face. At this moment, he skillfully led Klein straight to the other end of the underground market and knocked on a closed door with a pattern of two long and four short knocks.
Behind the door was only a single candle, flickering on a wall sconce, casting a dim yellow light that barely illuminated the small room.
Danitz pointed to the robes and masks hanging or placed on the table and said to Klein:
"Here, you decide whether to disguise yourself or not."
Klein glanced around the room, his gaze sweeping over the guards inside:
"I don't need to."
I'm currently an informant for the kingdom's military, and the Church of Storms knows this identity, so there's nothing to fear... If pirates and adventurers have ill intentions because I didn't disguise myself and try to attack, heh... Klein's mind suddenly flashed with scenes of bounties and gains flying toward him.
Danitz silently pouted, picked up a black iron mask, and put it on.
Then, led by a guard, he and Klein walked through a dim corridor into another room.
This room was quite luxuriously decorated. The floor was covered with a thick carpet from the Southern Continent. Glistening golden brackets were mounted on the walls, and sweet-smelling candles radiated layer upon layer of light.
Klein swept his gaze, and without Danitz's help, found a brown leather sofa, sat down, leaned back, and crossed his right leg.
More than twenty people had already gathered here, including men and women, some hooded and robed, some openly showing their true faces. According to Danitz's description that morning, not everyone attending this gathering was an extraordinary; there were also representatives of certain forces, adventurers, pirates, and occult enthusiasts who wanted to become extraordinary.
In the quiet atmosphere, time passed quite slowly. After about seven or eight minutes, the old man sitting in an easy chair straightened his back, clasped his hands, and laughed:
"Let's begin."
Due to old age, his white hair had become sparse, just a thin layer, but his light brown eyes were not cloudy; they were bright and sharp.
"The organizer of the gathering, 'Mighty Strength' Ozier, a former famous pirate, now the behind-the-scenes owner of the Fragrant Leaf Bar." Danitz leaned slightly and whispered to Klein.
He had actually explained this in the morning, but he was afraid that Gehrman Sparrow hadn't matched the name and would later take it out on him.
It's really sad when someone has a secret held over them... Danitz sighed inwardly.
Klein nodded almost imperceptibly and quietly observed the others' transactions.
Potion formulas for "Warrior," "Sailor," "Mystery Pryer," and others appeared, but no one bought them. The expectant sellers repeatedly stopped in disappointment.
Danitz glanced at Gehrman Sparrow's expressionless face, leaned in, and whispered:
"This gathering has no notary, no powerful diviner, so the authenticity of potion formulas cannot be guaranteed. Such things are too easy to forge, and even if someone recognizes a formula as fake, the seller cannot be punished, because he might also be a victim."
I know... This is one reason why potion formulas aren't widely circulated... Klein uncrossed his right leg, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a moderate tone:
"I need the spirituality of an ancient wraith's remnants."
He did not mention supplementary materials like the eyes of a six-winged gargoyle or the water from the Golden Spring of Sunia, fearing that others would guess that he was a "Faceless" preparing to advance to "Secret Puppeteer."
— In Tingen, Klein had used the combination of supplementary materials to precisely suspect that Dust Gutkin was a "Spectator," and thus figure out his identity as a member of the Psychology Alchemists.
The spirituality of an ancient wraith's remnants alone would not reveal much, as it is used in many rituals in the necromancy domain.
Although Klein did not disguise himself, he had the necessary caution.
The room fell silent for two seconds, then a slightly husky voice sounded:
"How much do you need?"
There really is some? Klein controlled his expression, not letting his delight show.
He turned his head toward the speaker and saw a man in his thirties with obvious local ancestry.