musicians of old

Chapter 56
"My need is still the same as the previous few times, which is the brilliance spiritual liquid."

Under the wide cloak code-named "Purple Bean Cake", Qiong's soft voice came out.

She held the box given by Fan Ning in her little white hand, caressing it cherishedly, and the silver mask glanced at Fan Ning again: "Of course, you don't necessarily need the one hundred percent pure quality of Mr. Mendeleev. .I didn't bring that much money either."

The agent asked: "It's still the same as before, any aspect is fine, right?"

"Yeah." Joan nodded.

"It's a little more than 15 milliliters, let's check it." The manager handed over a small black bottle, one size smaller than Fanning's.

Joan thanked her, opened the bottle cap very briefly, and saw the bloody light gushing out.

"20 pounds per milliliter, the excess is considered as a gift. Although it is not as generous as Mr. Mendeleev, it is still a business from an acquaintance." The agent smiled.

Joan handed over six fifty-gold notes.

Fan Ning complained that it was indeed an underground transaction. The range was 10-15 pounds per milliliter, and the opening was 20 pounds. It was so dark that he dared to say that he was an acquaintance business.

Joan asked again: "I also want to come up with a secret formula to stabilize the mind, perfumer, you are an expert in elixirs, can you help me identify it?"

She took out a very small glass object similar to a perfume bottle: "This is the sample I prepared."

"can."

The perfumer took Joan's "perfume bottle", observed, sniffed and closed his eyes briefly, then put on a strange gray gel-like braces, and said:
"Conservatively set it as the seventh-level secret atmosphere, it can cooperate with related secret rituals, and it still has some effect when those who know it are promoted to a higher rank and enter the 'basin area' of Yiyong."

The voice of the perfumer wearing the braces is a bit strange, in addition to being vague, it seems to be mixed with heavy echoes.

"Purple bean cake, if you researched and formulated this, then you are quite talented in the field of elixir." She returned the perfume bottle to Joan.

"...I deduced it from an ancient mysterious chant." Judging from the voice, Joan seemed to be a little shy.

"The secret formula is worth 2000 pounds. If you want to trade it, you need to charge [-]% of the fee. I will use some consumables to confirm the authenticity of the formula." After speaking, the perfumer took off his braces.

Fan Ning was surprised that this formula was so valuable. 2000 pounds might make a commoner's family in Uvransal lie down and have no worries about eating and drinking for most of his life.

A secret atmosphere that is useful for promotion to middle ranks or even high ranks?

Joan is not only a wise person, but also has such a talent in the field of elixir?
The experience officer said: "Purple bean cake, if it can be cheaper, I am willing to accept it. I just brought a lot of cash today."

"It can be cheaper, but all I need is the Yaozhi spiritual liquid, 80ml." Joan said.

"Forget it, I don't have so many." The experience officer leaned back in his seat.

The translator who lost his temper just now spoke again: "Purple Bean Cake, I need this secret recipe, I can exchange it with you for other things."

"All I want is the Essence Essence Liquid. You can just give me 50 milliliters, and I can make it up next time. I don't need anything else." Joan insisted repeatedly.

The translator's tone was a little eager: "Several methods of making spell seals, powerful ritual vessels, practical secret rituals, hidden knowledge for promotion to middle ranks, and transfer materials. I don't want you to be cheap, and even the converted price of the exchange is more than 2000 pounds is fine, but I can't get so much brilliance liquid in a short time."

"No." Joan shook her head, "I can stay with you for a while."

Is this translator in a hurry to be promoted to a higher position? ...Fan Ning felt a little puzzled.

According to DuPont, promotion is a very dangerous and cautious thing, why is he so eager?

Fan Ning frowned, and many thoughts suddenly appeared in his mind.

He said, "Purple Bean Cake, please give the sample of the secret atmosphere in that small bottle to Mr. Translator first."

"Huh?" Joan obviously didn't quite understand what Mr. Mendeleev meant when he spoke up suddenly.

She tilted her head and looked at Fan Ning. Although she was wearing a silver mask, the puzzled expression on her smooth face had already appeared in Fan Ning's mind.

Joan. Do you know that this kind of underground party is very dangerous for you? Fanning sighed secretly.

Forget it, let's have a good talk with her after we go out.

"It's just a proposal." So Fan Ning said with a chuckle, "Didn't I pay you for a bottle of more than 20 milliliters of [-]% pure psychic liquid? You can also think that most of it is the value of your information, while the other A small part is the value of the secret atmosphere sample."

"No problem, Mr. Mendeleev, I just didn't react right away."

Joan readily pushed her "perfume bottle" to the translator.

"I'm really surprised, but thank you for your generosity, I'm willing to pay some cash." The translator said to Fanning.

Fan Ning waved his hand: "I'm just the proposer, Miss Purple Bean Cake is generous. Of course, we all need to thank Ms. Sylvia who organized the party."

The deal never came through.

Sylvia didn't respond to what Fanning said, but reminded her: "Purple Bean Cake, you have attended the party three times, don't you want to try to participate in the commission?"

"I, I don't need it, I just want to exchange some brilliance liquid."

Joan, why do you need so much elixir? Fanning raised his head and took a big, deep breath.

"The value of my entrustment is far higher than you think, and it can also be converted into more brilliant spiritual liquid."

"I, I, I, I can't." Joan shook her head again and again, "I will continue to actively participate in the transaction."

Sylvia smiled gently: "You are an interesting little girl."

She turned to look at Fanning: "So, what about Mr. Mendeleev?"

Fan Ning said unhurriedly: "I have informed everyone of the purpose of my trip from the very beginning."

Sylvia chuckled playfully: "Okay, then, a pragmatic and efficient gathering is over again, please draw lots and isolate the venue."

Then he looked around at everyone: "The next gathering will be after the New Year without any accidents. Everyone can pay attention to the information of some taverns on Riverside Street in the South Wharf area. I look forward to the progress and surprises you bring."

She took a special look at Fan Ning: "I hope that when I meet you next time, there will be new areas of cooperation, Mr. Mendeleev."

"The premise is that there is still a need for each other, isn't it?" Fanning smiled easily.

"This is exactly the purpose of our gathering. I wish you a smooth investigation of the Special Patrol Office."

"Thank you." Fanning was noncommittal.

Everyone draws paper balls in turn from the bottle provided by the perfumer.

Joan was very lucky to draw number one.

Before leaving, she handed Fanning the paper that had been folded several times, and then saluted: "Mr. Mendeleev, I also hope to see you again after the New Year."

"...Are you sure you need to wait until after the New Year?" Fan Ning secretly smiled.

He didn't open the paper, just put it in his pocket casually.

Joan walked away with a relaxed and happy footsteps, which could be seen because of the [-]% pure "key" liquid.

Fanning left the field second to last, climbing the steps to the ground in the dark.

He chose another exit from the abandoned warehouse, threw the cloak and mask to the garbage pile next to the barbed wire, and stepped into another pile of poor tents.

Theoretically speaking, his spiritual sense can see potential stalkers, unless the difference in rank is too large or the other party specializes in concealment.

But it is always right to be more vigilant.

Detouring to the gate of the Prudence Auction House, the pocket watch time is only [-]:[-], and it still took time to walk and wait to leave.

Sylvia's party efficiency is really ridiculously high.

At the door, Fan Ning took out the exquisite plastic card of the box, and was about to check the entry with the staff——

He bumped into a girl who walked out, wearing an undyed primary color mermaid skirt, leading two corgi dogs, a girl with exquisite makeup and outstanding temperament.

Julius, a third-year violin major in the Conservatory of Music, principal violinist of the Saint Lania Symphony Orchestra.

The two paused for a while, their eyes facing each other.

"Student Fan Ning, the recent interest is not in concerts?" Julius's mouth curled up.

"Art auction is my old profession." Fan Ning looked into her eyes and smiled lightly.

"Yaxing is good."

"Each each other."

　Thanks to Black Cat Ba for the reward~Thanks to Sato Shengjing Shizi for the monthly pass~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)