Lord of Secrets

"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. I'm going to bother Fain!" Ubemo said jokingly.

Gudehui paused when he heard this, stopped what he was doing, and then said in a low voice: "You are still young, don't learn bad things from Losfei, Fain doesn't like it."

Losfei, who is of low status... Ubemo suddenly felt sympathy for Losfei.

"Okay, I'm leaving!" Ubemo looked at Gudehui's square face and said helplessly.

...

After leaving the circus, he changed his makeup and clothes in the rented house, and then went to the Jiagui Forest from the Larn District.

The Night Light Lake is very dangerous, so he gave up the plan to capture the unicorn there. As for the Misty Swamp, he still wanted to take a look.

The Misty Swamp is between the Nagodi Canyon and the Night Light Lake, but it is a little bit inside. There are all kinds of poisonous insects and poisonous animals here.

It took nearly an hour for Ubemo to reach the edge of the misty swamp, which was shrouded in gray mist and smelled extremely bad, like a pot of stew that had been boiled for a long time.

Ubemo covered his mouth and held many banana leaves in his other hand. Looking at the edge of the swamp where the mist lingered for a long time, he muttered: "It would be strange if the unicorn would be here!"

Although no one was willing to come here, the unicorn might not want to come here because of the smell and the soft land.

Ubemo tied the rope to a tree, then wrapped it around his waist a few times, and then walked forward slowly. At this time, the land became softer and softer, and even began to get wet. Ubemo folded the huge banana leaves that had been prepared long ago, tied them to his shoes, and continued to walk forward.

The land turned into a swamp, and the black mud and water seeped through the banana leaves to Ubemo's shoes, and a group of flying insects began to make noise around him.

Ubemo felt like he was bitten on his body, and his skin began to turn red and bulge, as if he had many hives.

At the same time, he also felt a little dizzy, and then he began to retreat.

Back outside the swamp, Ubemo breathed a sigh of relief. With his "fire torturer" physique, he would have such a reaction. Ordinary people would find it difficult to even get close, let alone the center of the swamp.

At this moment, the red bulge on his body was slowly dissipating, until more than ten minutes later, his body returned to its original state.

He did not use the recovery potion. After all, he would save it if he could. With his "fire torturer" slightly resistant to poison, he would recover slowly.

After leaving the misty swamp, he felt a little stupid. Even if he knew that the unicorn was in it, what would it matter? Did she still plan to wait here?

He planned to continue to Nagodi Canyon and lock the specific location where the unicorn might be active. After all, there was no more danger than the Night Light Lake and the Misty Swamp.

Ubemo first went back to the rented house to take a bath and change clothes, and then returned to his home on Jinyu Street. It was almost 6 o'clock at this time.

Ubemo sat on the sofa and read the newspaper for a while, then enjoyed dinner and left the villa.

He did not greet Banky, who also knew Ubemo's habits.

After walking a few steps, he came to the exchange. Ubemo looked at Panlalo and said, "Aren't you going to the rally?"

Panlalo opened his eyes and said in a hoarse voice:

"The web of the cave spider and the Cassia wolf bat are not so easy to encounter.

"And... it's working time now!"

Looking at Panlalo who was so dedicated, Ubemo was immediately moved, and almost burst into tears.

He patted Panlalo's thick shoulders, and then said, "Don't worry, as your boss, I won't treat you badly. If I see something you need, I will buy it for you first.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have money, just work for me slowly!"

Panlalo stared at Ubemo and remained silent.

Ubemo waved at him and left the exchange.

Arriving near Delo Street in the Kiwi District, Ubemo put on a cloak and a lion mask, and then came to an abandoned tavern.

De Luo Street is relatively quiet, with only a few people passing by occasionally, and most of them stay in their houses.

The abandoned tavern is located in a corner at the end of the street, which is relatively hidden.

There is a reason why the tavern is dilapidated... Ubemo observed that unless you are a resident of De Luo Street, it would be difficult to find this place.

At this time, there were two big men sitting on the stairs outside the tavern, then they picked up the cigarette paper, rolled up the tobacco, and finally lit it to their mouths and took a deep breath.

It's too unprofessional... With a sigh, Ubemo looked at the candlelight faintly scattered through the black curtains next to him, and then walked towards them.

The big man on the right then held the cigarette with his right hand, and then stretched out his other hand in front of him, motioning Ubemo to stop, and then said: "Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Ubemo just picked up a coin from his cloak and turned the front side towards them.

Looking at the snake pattern carved on it, they stood up, slightly retracted their feet, opened the door, and said: "Sir, please come in!"

Ubemo stepped on the stairs and entered the tavern.

The people inside were indifferent to the newcomers and were used to it.

Ubemo took a quick look and saw about 23 people inside, sitting at several tables, all wearing black cloaks, some wearing masks, and others covering their mouths and noses with scarves.

There were only four candles in the room, placed on the walls around them, the candlelight flickered from time to time, and the dim candlelight filled the tavern with various shadows.

At this time, it was very quiet inside, and no one was talking. After all, no one wanted to reveal their identity when they came here. If they didn't communicate further, they basically didn't know who they were.

Ubemo saw that the seats by the window were full, so he walked to the table on the left and sat on one of the chairs.

For his arrival, the other people at the table just looked at him, without any intention of talking, and then closed their eyes.

Ten minutes later, there were nearly 40 people in the tavern.

At this time, a person slowly walked down the stairs. Judging from his body shape, he should be a man.

He was wearing a gray cloak and a mask on his face, like a coiled green snake. He walked to the front desk, looked around, and then said in a gloomy voice: "The meeting begins!"

Ubemo didn't speak. He didn't know the procedures and rules here, so he waited quietly for others to speak.

"I want a highly toxic potion! At least it can poison an elephant."

At this time, someone stood up and spoke at a table on the left of Ubemo. The voice was a little weird, and it felt like a nose making a sound. I'm afraid it was a disguise.

A few seconds later, another person said, "I have it, 100 berries!"

The man did not hesitate and replied, "You must let me check it first. If it meets my conditions, we will trade."

The person who answered before said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go to the trading room first!"

The two of them walked towards the small door by the stairs, and no one else interrupted.

When the two of them left, a somewhat feminine voice came out: "I want to buy an item that can deal with the dead bodies of ghosts."

He was wearing a ball mask with many decorations on it. Ubemo didn't know whether he was a man or a woman.

There was a moment of silence, and no one around answered. Just when the man turned his head and looked around, a little disappointed, someone on the table in front of Ubemo said, "This kind of item that can deal with ghosts is very precious, and ordinary people will not easily buy it."

He looked a little old, and the skin exposed under the mask was a little wrinkled.

"But I can sell a bottle of sun potion here, which can be used to soak items or directly sprinkled on resentful spirits. The effect is very good."

Ubemo looked at the man and instantly guessed his thoughts. He wanted to raise the price of the sun potion.

The man then asked: "How much?"

"150 berries!"

Hearing this price, the man remained silent. After a few seconds, he said: "Too expensive."

"Not expensive!" The older man said.

Seeing that the man who provided the potion had no intention of lowering the price, the trader wearing a ball mask immediately said: "Forget it!"

"I sell a magical item that can transfer fatal damage once a day, but the carrier is prone to irritability, loss of reason, and prone to accidents." The person on Ubemo's right stood up and said.

Ubemo looked over when he heard this. The other party hid his hands in his sleeves, his face was wrapped in gray linen, leaving only a pair of brown eyes.

"200 berries!"

At this time, he proposed his own price.

It is very useful to transfer a fatal injury... but it is easy to get angry and lose reason, which is a big negative effect. The most important thing is that it is easy to cause accidents. Although this point is a bit general... but it is very likely to cause some fatal disasters, which seems to be not worth the loss... Ubemo thought about the pros and cons of this seal.

As for whether what the other party said is true, it may be mostly true. After all, as long as you touch the seal, you will know its function and some negative effects. Therefore, if you lie completely, you can know it by checking it before the transaction.

But you can conceal some actual negative effects, such as the previous "causing accidents". It is difficult to say what kind of accident it is. Only after using it can you know it, and it is not possible to get too much information from just the first contact.

Therefore, the seller is very likely to conceal some of this aspect to make it easier to sell his things.

At this time, someone whispered: "The negative effect is too big, it is not worth so much, at most 100 berries!"

After a silence, he said: "150 berries!"

At this time, no one spoke. Although the effect of this item can save a life at a critical moment, the negative effect is too big, and it may only delay the death.

People here generally have their own goals and purposes. Unless they want the things sold by others or have sufficient financial resources, most people will not spend money recklessly.