Chapter 12: Let's have the Navigator first, and then the Wind Blessed

At 10 o'clock in the morning, the two old men arrived at the dock area, the Dragon Bar, in a carriage.

The bar was closed in the morning. There were no boxing matches or rat races. The tables and chairs were wiped clean and put away, and the bartender had not yet stood in the classic cocktail-mixing position.

There was only the billiard room, where two people were stationed to guard the secret door, and they took turns from time to time.

They need to stop some ordinary people who have mistakenly entered the underground trading market without knowing the inside story. Most of those who want to enter the underground trading market are occult enthusiasts who have been introduced and know the inside story.

For example, Melissa's classmate Selina entered under the guidance of the famous fortune teller and Aurora Society member Heinus Vincent. Selina then brought her classmate Elizabeth with her, and then they could come alone.

Of course, the trading of extraordinary materials and extraordinary items is not open to them.

After passing through the billiard room and several rooms, the two arrived at the trading market.

At this time, a small number of stalls had been set up. Most of these stalls sold herbs, hydrosols, amulets and other items that were not extraordinary or not so effective. Their target customers were mystery enthusiasts and official extraordinary people who purchased common materials.

Because the two bosses here are previous generations of punishers, which is equivalent to an official background, even ordinary people, little girls like Elizabeth and Selena, will not encounter particularly malicious incidents. At most, they will make a little more money and take a bite of the price difference.

Those who have really caused trouble here have already witnessed the anger of Storm Pigeon...

So when Tris was wanted and appeared in the market, he was recognized immediately and was hunted down.

Even though he was a Sequence 8 Beyonder, he was chased and forced to flee... and then he had to be promoted to a Sequence 7 witch and disguise himself as a cross-dresser to escape.

For wild extraordinary people, as long as they are not brutal people with criminal records, this place is relatively safe.

Old Blue wore a felt hat and leaned on a silver-studded cane. His hair and beard were all white, and his face was covered with deep wrinkles. He seemed so frail that anyone could knock him down.

In fact, this is exactly the case. He lost the extraordinary characteristics of "Raging People". Although this body was exercised frequently, it could not withstand the weakness caused by the loss of extraordinary blessings.

"Blue, you are too weak... There is no need to control your anger like this, right?" Swain couldn't bear to watch it anymore and couldn't help but complain.

"What do you know! I'm just disguising myself! If a bad guy sees this frail old man and wants to rob me, I'll pick up my cane and hit him on the head to let him see the teeth of an old dog." Old Blue said stubbornly.

"..." The regular customers of the trading market remained silent, watching the two Storm Pigeons go away.

At the end of the trading market, the room on the right is where precious items are sold and purchased, including extraordinary materials.

If you don't bring enough money, the room on the left is for borrowing and returning, which is thoughtful and considerate.

There were no customers in the room on the right yet. There was only a waiter sitting at the table behind the partition. He saw the two bosses, saluted, handed over the list of materials, and then left.

——His job is reception, consultation and acquisition. Now that he doesn’t need to do anything, he is happy to have some free time.

The main purpose of Old Blue's coming today is to collect enough "Clown" potion to offer to Mr. Fool. He also has to get some spiritual materials to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony.

Swain saw the mark that Old Blue had made on the materials list, and his eyes twitched as he spoke:

"What do you want these for? A human-faced rose? A crystal of the horn of an adult Hornachis gray goat? Are you crazy? Do you want to drink a potion of a different sequence?"

Old Blue didn't look up, still circling and marking on the list, saying, "Don't worry about it! I'll use it! Just help me submit the application to the church. I want the "Navigator" potion! I don't need the formula!"

——They are still in the archives of the Church of the Storm, but have become secret agents, still accumulating merits.

Swain looked somewhat speechless, and said:
"It's not that simple... At your age, it's better not to advance even if you digest the potion. Our spirits are already weakened and we can't resist the erosion brought by the potion. The higher-ups won't agree."

There were only two former Punishers in the room, and no outsiders, so they did not conceal their words. It was obvious that Swain, after being reminded by his old friend, also knew about the existence of role-playing.

Old Blue's beard trembled, and he raised his head and said:
"What's wrong? Just one 'Navigator' potion! Decades of accumulated merits, even another 'Windbearer' can't use them up! If that doesn't work, report what we know about the role-playing method! At most, you will be reviewed by the senior officials sent by Backlund when you are promoted. Oh, and you have to swear on the holy relics... Who will the church send then? Old Swain, why don't you apply for a potion too?"

Swain looked a little hesitant. He was also full of vigor and ambition when he was young, but they had seen too many examples of people failing to get promoted... He paused and said:

"Forget it, you advance first. My Raging People potion still needs some time to digest... maybe later."

"alright."

Old Blue finally selected the materials, pulled the rope beside the table, and said with a smile on his face:

“Maybe you can use my extraordinary characteristics to advance.”

——They also understood long ago what the strange items left behind by the Beyonders were.

Ding-ling-ling, the ropes were running, the gears were turning, and the waiter in the warehouse guard room behind the secret door of the room heard the sound of the bell hanging next to him, and quickly came to the front room. After saluting the two people, he took the marked list of materials, and then turned around to get the extraordinary materials.

“Old man, you…” Swain said halfway through his sentence and didn’t finish the rest.

He had already sensed that Old Blue was in good spirits, but his words were incoherent and he became more of a joker, as if he had forgotten all the sadness and grief he had felt before. This was actually abnormal...

But I have no right to say anything, right? After all, little Blue... Swain sighed inwardly, hoping that his old friend could succeed in revenge, and that his change would not lead to a loss of control...

Silence fell, and Old Blue seemed to remember something and spoke:

"By the way, I have some clues from the School of Life Studies. Maybe I can connect them with Admitsol and make him a Sequence 9 Beyonder in the future."

He was referring to the owner of "Rosen's Folk Herb Shop" whom Klein accidentally discovered in the Divination Club, Darkwid, well, that should be his name now. He should have left Tingen and headed for Backlund... He was later known as the "Fat Pharmacist" Darkwill, who was about to lower the average appearance of the entire vampire community.

Thinking of this, Old Blue couldn't help but smile. He was also a funny guy. When I meet him again, wouldn't it be easy to ask me to buy the Monster Pathway Sequence 9 potion?
Swain was a little confused and said:
"A Sequence 9 monster? Ade is half a Sequence 9 on this path, right? It's really rare on this path. I don't know who Ade's parents are, and why they placed him in Tingen..."

As he was talking, the waiter came out carrying a box with a strange look on his face. He looked at Swain and then at Old Blue. Seeing that the former had no objection, he said, "Boss, we have all the materials."

Old Blue nodded to the waiter, watched him put the small suitcase on the table, and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work, little Jack. By the way, please help us two old guys write an application report. You know, the densely packed keys on the typewriter give me a headache."

Then he looked at Swain and said:
"My door... Hey, don't leave!"

　Second update, thanks for watching!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)