Wizard Earl

Chapter 180 Borussia Mönchengladbach Gathering

Connor tightened his trench coat, sat in a corner, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for the gathering at the Mönchengladbach Club to resume in half an hour.

Just as Connor had guessed, with only half an hour left before the party was to resume, more people arrived. Every two or three minutes, a wizard, concealing his identity, would enter the hall. After half an hour, the number of wizards at the party was exactly forty.

"Ahem!" Mr. Mustafa, sitting in the main seat, coughed lightly, and all the wizards in the living room turned their attention to him.

"The time has come, let the gathering begin. First of all, as the host here, I am very grateful to all of you fellow believers on the path of truth for appearing here at such a somewhat unstable time. This shows that you still trust me and the Menxing Meeting Place. The only thing I can promise is that if you abide by the rules here, I can guarantee your safety!"

"Enough with the small talk, let's get down to business!" Mr. Mustafa announced the start of the gathering in a few melodious words.

"Hehe, I need a purification potion. The value depends on the quality of the potion, at least ten gold pounds!" Just as Mr. Mustafa announced the official start of the gathering, a man with a muscular build and wearing a black iron mask stood up with a smile and said what he was looking for.

"Purification potion, what do you think of this one?"

"I have purification potions, fifty gold pounds each!"

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Connor, sitting in the corner, watched the intense haggling with a listless expression. He had no interest in their transactions whatsoever. His current wealth far exceeded that of an average intermediate wizard apprentice, and he didn't have anything he particularly wanted right now.

He's just waiting for his turn to trade, and then, at the right opportunity, to sell off his unused items. He's really not interested in anything else Connor does.

Several tens of minutes passed, and a tall female wizard with long brown hair stood up. What she said about what she wanted really attracted Connor.

"I need information on Emery, the wealthy businessman from Ruen, the more detailed the better, and I'm willing to pay a hefty price!"

Upon hearing the name Emery, Connor's eyes flickered beneath his mask. He hadn't expected to hear Emery's name in Philosophy. Last time, when he "took" the alchemy furnace from him, Mr. Emery hadn't made a fuss, which was tantamount to him acknowledging his bad luck.

Connor discreetly observed the female wizard who had asked the question. There was nothing particularly remarkable about her; apart from her tall stature, everything else about her was quite ordinary.

After the tall witch asked her question, the entire living room fell silent. About two minutes later, a gaunt, elderly witch stood up and asked in a hoarse voice, "What do you mean by 'generous price'?"

"At least fifty gold pounds! No upper limit!" the tall witch said after a moment's hesitation.

Upon hearing that he could receive at least fifty gold pounds, the gaunt old wizard seemed quite satisfied. He nodded slightly, then spoke telepathically. The tall witch, after receiving the telepathic message, appeared somewhat tempted. She exchanged a few more words with the gaunt old wizard and then directly took out five ten-gold-pound notes from her wallet and handed them over.

After accepting the banknotes, the gaunt old wizard nodded to the witch again, then bowed and asked Mr. Mustafa to leave. According to the rules, the old wizard's request was naturally granted, and he left the party smoothly. The tall witch who was seeking Emery's attention seemed to be unaffected and quietly took her seat.

"I want..." The witch sat back down, and the new witch naturally took over the opportunity to make the deal, standing up and stating her demands to everyone.

Pretending to listen attentively to the new wizard's introduction, Connor's mind was racing. The incident between the old wizard and the witch seemed quite normal: the old wizard betrayed information to the witch, the witch paid him, and the old wizard left first for safety.

But that's actually completely wrong!

Their transaction was for only fifty gold pounds! Fifty gold pounds is just a small transaction here, nothing serious at all. Besides, the old wizard just now had energy fluctuations from a mid-level wizard apprentice. No one here would rob a mid-level wizard apprentice for a mere fifty gold pounds!

Therefore, there must be another reason for the old wizard's departure! Upon reaching this conclusion, and considering that they were talking about Emery, Connor's heart tightened. Having broken into Cologne Manor at night, he knew that Emery was connected to the Secret Society.

Before he could think it through, it was Connor's turn to trade. Connor stood up, took out the enchanted items he was prepared to sell from his spatial ring, and began to introduce them:

"Helping an alchemist friend of mine sell some items. This umbrella is a level 1 enchanted item, a semi-finished product, usable about ten times. It can withstand ordinary bullets and has a strong water-repelling effect. Price: 300 gold pounds. This cane is also a level 1 enchanted item, but it only has five uses left. It looks like wood, but it's actually made of Persis steel and has been given anti-magic properties. Price: 400 gold pounds..."

After introducing all his unused treasures in one go, Connor instantly noticed that at least half of the wizards in the living room were focused on him. He wasn't surprised at all; he shrugged and added casually, "All of the above are at a fixed price, no bargaining, and only Imperial Gold Pounds are accepted. Alchemy materials will be discounted by 80% of their market value!"

Upon hearing Connor's statement that he would not negotiate the price, several people who had originally wanted to try to bargain with him telepathically kept quiet.

It has to be said that enchanted items are indeed rare and precious in the wizarding world. In just a few minutes, Connor's few unused items were all sold after a simple test of their power. One person even wanted to use a bottle of meditation potion as a discount, but Connor ruthlessly rejected him as soon as he saw the bottle.

The potion was indeed a potion, and it did have the effect of meditation, but Connor, who had been spoiled by Varga's potions, would never look favorably upon a potion full of impurities.

(End of this chapter)