Mystery: I can change things in books

Chapter 10 The Extraordinary Gathering

As soon as they left Backlund Station, the two of them boarded a four-wheel taxi without stopping. Samantha knew the price and stopped the driver's exorbitant asking price with a cold face.

"Samantha, why are we going to Backlund to attend the gathering of Beyonders? Isn't there Tingen?"

"Trying to keep a low profile, and there are also trust issues. I don't come to Tingen often and I only trust two people here."

Samantha crossed her arms and looked at Chris sitting across from her with a playful smile: "You can be the third one."

"Ha, ha." Chris scratched his head and then asked: "Samantha, what are you going to buy?"

He didn't think she made this trip just to help him become an extraordinary person.

"I'll help you buy the magic potion formula, and if possible, I can also buy the corresponding materials." Samantha replied casually.

Seeing that she treated him so well, Chris couldn't continue to hide it: "Samantha, I actually have two potion formulas..."

"what?!"

Samantha's voice suddenly rose, causing the coachman to tighten his reins, fearing that she might do something impulsive.

"You actually have two potion formulas? What method? Where's the sequence? Didn't you say you're not an Extraordinary?" Samantha leaned close to Chris and stared into his eyes.

"Sequences 9 and 8 of the 'Warrior' path," Chris blushed and couldn't help but sit back and continued: "I am indeed not an extraordinary person. It's a long story..."

"Then make a long story short."

"...So you are from Lundberg? I saw news about the Lundberg palace coup in the newspaper, just over a year ago, right? Hey, at least you are still alive." Samantha patted Chris on the shoulder, said comfortingly.

"Yeah." Chris forced a smile.

"I remember that your new king pardoned the others who were not sentenced. You are still safe. Don't worry."

Backlund Bridge District, Iron Gate Street
The carriage stopped at the Brave Bar. The strong man outside the thick black wooden door saw Samantha approaching and quickly moved out of the way.

When the two walked into the bar, the strong smell of alcohol hit their faces, and the sound became louder and louder - the boxing match in the center of the bar had reached a fever pitch.

Samantha used her extraordinary ability to lead Chris flexibly through the crowd and to the bar.

"Two Southwell beers," Samantha tossed the bartender a 1 sole note, "No need to change."

The bartender took two full glasses of beer from the big wooden barrel behind him and handed them to the two of them: "Kaspars Kanlinen is in the billiards room No. [-]."

"I haven't asked you yet." Samantha drank the beer in one breath, wiped her mouth, and led Chris to the door of the No. [-] pool room.

Samantha raised her hand gently, and the dilapidated door opened silently.

"Kaspars Canlinen?"

She walked into the door and glanced at everyone.

"Look, who's here?"

An old man with a trough nose and a scar on his face put down his pool cue, waved for the others to leave the room, and Chris closed the door.

Kaspars Kanlinen stood the cue against the wall and limped over while holding on to the table: "Samantha, can I help you?"

Samantha pointed to Chris behind her: "My friend, I want to attend the Extraordinary gathering of the Eye of Wisdom."

"You should tell him, why..."

"Lack of a mask."

"Ah, so it is."

Kaspars smiled sarcastically and took out a black iron mask from the desk drawer and handed it to Samantha: "This is the last complete mask. All subsequent orders can only cover half of the face. Well, give it away for you……"

She took the mask, shook it and smiled softly at him: "Thanks, old man."

The two walked out of the bar. Samantha was familiar with the road. She led Chris around and came to a house with no lights on.

They put on their masks and Samantha knocked on the door.

A wooden board on the door with iron nails embedded around it was pulled open from behind, and two brown eyes were exposed.

"Who?"

"It's me, open the door," Samantha said.Three seconds later, the door was opened from the inside, and a man also wearing a black iron mask appeared behind the door. He handed the two men two sets of hooded robes.

"Did you bring someone here?" the man asked.

"Oh, can't it?" Samantha raised her head and sneered.

"Of course, of course." The man stepped out of the way and closed the door.

The two of them followed him through the lightless living room and arrived at the living room, which was only illuminated by a candle standing on the coffee table, making the whole room dim and dim.

A dozen people were sitting on sofas or benches, all wearing black iron masks and hooded robes.

"Hey, I can't bear to sell these two bottles of medicine..."

A round-faced man sat on the sofa and muttered.

Couldn't it be the "pharmacist"?Chris thought to himself, watching him silently from the corner.

"Does anyone want to buy it? Two bottles of 'you know' potion, one for men and one for women."

"Medicine Master" cleared his throat and asked loudly.

The room that was slightly noisy just now suddenly fell into silence.

No one spoke, it seemed that the women were remaining reserved and the men were maintaining their gentlemanly demeanor. Only the candlelight danced, changing the shadows of people on the wall from time to time.

"Really, you are too conservative. One bottle is only 5 pounds and is valid for three months. It can be used for a long time."

The pharmacist complained and put his hands in his sleeves.

A man raised his hand: "Three months? I'll buy it, for women."

"Know the goods, know the goods!"

The fat on the "Medicine Master's" face trembled, and he quickly took out a bottle with purple-red liquid flowing in it:

"Orally, take five drops at a time, even if you take it seven times a day for three months, there will be no problem!"

"Let Mr. Eye of Wisdom be the witness."

"Okay." The old man on the single sofa nodded.

Chris knew that this was actually a great detective named Essinger.

"Which of you has the Sequence 9 Beyonder potion formula?"

Chris deliberately lowered his voice and pretended.

He didn't say a specific way, that is, any way will do...

The "pharmacist" thought, then shook his head.

The room fell silent again.

Except for Chris, everyone here is an Beyonder, so at the very least they all have the Sequence 9 potion formula of their own path.

This seems to be a sure-fire deal, but they also know that if they sell their own potion formula for two to three hundred pounds, it will not only expose their own path to others, but it will also create a Competitors, in any case, do more harm than good in the long run.

So they were all silent and no one answered.

"Ahem, I don't know which way of the magic potion formula you need?"

Mister "Eye of Wisdom" asked.

Chris thought for a while, and replied: "Except for the 'prisoner' and 'criminal' pathways."

"The 'Assassin' route doesn't work either."

he hastened to add.

I don't want to change my gender...Of course, the "Seer" approach doesn't work either...

He smiled bitterly, looking forward to Mr. Eye of Wisdom's answer.

(End of this chapter)