I'm not just human!

Xia Fa was immediately filled with deep doubt.

However, there was no use thinking about it in this situation. He composed himself and took that step off the ship.

The moment the black leather boots touched the sea, the seawater froze into a thin layer of ice, and an icy blue mist immediately filled the air. Xia Fa walked on it as if on flat ground, and in a few steps he reached the beach.

This move immediately made many of the petty thugs loitering on the shore put away their covetous eyes, realizing that this was someone they were not qualified to provoke.

Xia Fa remained calm as he looked up at the extraordinary market that resembled a small town.

Thanks to the Fog Carnival, this extraordinary market was ten times more bustling than when he last visited. Everywhere he looked, there were stalls set up by the Fog People, selling all sorts of things.

Many of the Fog People even set up tents and opened temporary shops.

Many humans, giants, blademen, and mistmen themselves were coming and going at various stalls, selecting and trading, creating a lively scene.

Xia Fa went straight to the small, dark house with black bricks and tiles and bought a new robe for one silver coin.

This time, he transformed his physique into a two-meter-tall, thin bamboo pole, and changed his mask to a wooden clown mask with a wide grin on his mouth and curved eyes, as if he were smiling eerily.

Although there was no need to rush, Xia Fa headed straight for the secret trading shop.

Since purchasing the Phantom Shark Suit and the Black Bag, Xia Fa has been able to avoid any problems with either item. This led Xia Fa to believe that this Starfield chain store at least maintains a good reputation in its business dealings, even though it is somewhat overcharging.

But as soon as he reached the store entrance, he froze.

The storefront was deserted. The chubby owner, whom I had met once before, was resting his elbows on the counter, looking enviously at the long lines of customers at the Fogman temporary store across the street.

Xia Fa could understand this situation, after all, the things sold by the Fog People were cheap and good, which could be described as good value for money, and there were also many unique products produced in the Fog Realm.

During the Fog Carnival, which lasts only a week, it's quite normal for customers visiting this large island to choose to patronize the Fogman Shop.

It's a pity that the Fog People generally only sell things and don't buy them, otherwise Shafa would also choose to sell to the Fog People's shops.

Upon seeing a customer suddenly appear at the shop entrance, the chubby owner's squinty eyes lit up with excitement, and he quickly waved to Xia Fa, his attitude as enthusiastic as could be.

"Guest! Come in! Whether you're selling or buying, I'm sure I can offer you the most satisfactory price!"

Xia Fa chuckled inwardly. This fat boss was probably desperate for business; he was even more enthusiastic than last time.

His gaze beneath the wooden clown mask was icy, deliberately projecting an image of someone not to be trifled with. He strode forward in a few steps, his movements swift and decisive.

The fat shopkeeper glanced at his clown mask, then at his movements, and his expression suddenly became inscrutable:

"Are you a member of the Church of Paradox? But whether you are or not, if you have something you can't easily sell, please come this way."

Xia Fa was taken aback. Judging from this, the secret trading shop had quite a wide business scope and even provided channels for selling stolen goods.

However, considering the Black Crow Bags that are said to be able to yield Hegemon-level Secret Contracts, he could understand it.

After all, those black bags used to belong to owners, otherwise they wouldn't have contained good things. But now they're being sold to secret trading shops for people to open. The reason for this is easy to understand.

"Ah."

Xia Fa responded indifferently, trying to make his tone sound cold.

The fat boss didn't seem to care about his cold attitude, as if dealing with people like him was already a habit. He led Xia Fa through the passageway formed by two oak cabinets on the left and right, and into the back door.

The back door leads to the bedroom, which has a slight smell of sweat and grease, and looks like where the fat boss usually lives.

The fat boss didn't say much. He walked to his bedside, picked up his pillow, and turned it over.

As he put the pillow down, the entire bedroom suddenly changed.

The air was filled with swirling iron powder, and secret inscriptions flashed across the floors, furniture, and even the ceiling.

Xia Fa immediately realized that this space had been "sealed off," and in a very sophisticated way.

He even noticed that the second hand of the bronze clock on the cabinet in the left corner of the room slowed down for a moment before returning to normal.

"Interfering with divination and prying into secrets..."

Xia Fa felt a slight sense of vigilance, the tiger-tooth folding knife hidden in his sleeve ready to be drawn at any moment.

The portly boss then turned around, pulled out a chair for a square tea table in the middle of the bedroom, and said with a smile:

"Please have a seat, sir. Rest assured, our secret trading shop will absolutely protect the secrets of every customer who comes to sell stolen goods."

Selling stolen goods...

Upon hearing those two words, Xia Fa's face twitched involuntarily.

Is this a sign that they're not even going to act anymore?

However, perhaps it was precisely because of the fat boss's nonchalant attitude that he relaxed, pulled out a chair, and sat down to face the fat boss.

The moment he sat down, he suddenly realized something.

The "secret transaction" in this secret transaction shop probably refers to the current situation, rather than the so-called confidentiality he promised when he bought the Black Bag and the Phantom Shark Suit.

The fat boss pulled out a thick wad of green banknotes from his pocket and placed them beside him; at first glance, it looked like a full ten thousand.

"No matter how many times a customer has come, we still follow the rules of the underworld: one hand delivers the goods, and the other hand pays immediately. What goods does the customer want to sell? Is it something that is inconvenient to open, such as a black bag? Or is it a secret treasure or contract?"

Xia Fa didn't speak, but instead flipped his palm and took out the Radiant Sun Contract that Beneath had brought back from the Endless Realm.

The portly boss merely glanced at the runes on the black animal hide and nodded.

"Hmm, a high-level pact, Radiant Sunlight. Those who form pacts with the fire element have a higher chance of signing a high-level pact. How about this, I'll offer 12,000 gold pounds, what do you think, sir?"

As he spoke, he took out another two thousand pounds from his pocket and placed it next to the stack of pounds from before.

This was about the same price Xia Fa was willing to pay, so he nodded slightly.

The fat boss smiled and immediately pushed the two stacks of banknotes, one tall and one short, in front of Xia Fa before taking the black animal skin that Xia Fa had placed on the table.

Xia Fa picked up the two stacks of banknotes, and with a quick glance of his spiritual intuition, he knew that there were exactly one hundred and twenty one-hundred-pound notes. So he flipped his hand, and the banknotes disappeared immediately, disappearing into his black bag.

The fat boss laughed:

"Guest, besides high-level secret contracts, do you have anything else for sale? We accept both secret treasures and sealed items. We can also roughly estimate the price of black bags based on the rank and status of their former owners."

Xia Fa spoke in a detached tone:

"besides."

"besides?"

This time, it was the fat boss's turn to be surprised. You see, in the past, whether customers came to sell or resell stolen goods, it was considered quite good if they could produce a high-level secret contract.

After all, Rum City is just a small place, and its extraordinary market is far less bustling and prosperous than the extraordinary market in Augustus City, which is like a city within a city.

Unexpectedly, this customer was able to produce two high-level secret contracts for sale.

As a business owner, he naturally understood that Xia Fa's tone indicated he was going to sell more high-level secret contracts, not just some small, miscellaneous items.

Xia Fa didn't say much. He flipped his hand again and took out the advanced secret contract of the Spirit Servant that he had obtained by killing the King of the Giant Jaw Beast in the underground cave.

The portly boss glanced at it, his expression suddenly shifting. He pulled a pair of crystal-polished lenses from his breast pocket, checked them several times, and then his eyes lit up as he said:

"As expected, this is a high-level secret contract with a Spirit Servant. Guest, I can offer you 30,000 gold pounds. What do you think?"

Xia Fa could tell from his tone that there seemed to be more to be added, so he deliberately remained silent.

The chubby boss tentatively said:

"Does the customer think it's too low? Then... thirty-two thousand?"

Xia Fa remained silent, but he was quite surprised.

The secret manual for controlling spirits is actually so expensive? A single high-level manual can sell for over 30,000 gold pounds?

This is three times the power of the Secret of the Radiant Sun!

But then he thought about it again and felt relieved.

After all, those extraordinary individuals who have signed this secret pact have the opportunity to capture "spirits" of the same rank or even the same status.

Seeing that Xia Fa remained unmoved, the portly boss knew he had met someone who knew what was going on, so he gritted his teeth:

"Thirty-five thousand, a fixed price! If it goes any higher, we won't make any profit."

As he spoke, he pulled out a large wad of banknotes bound with hemp rope from his pocket and placed it on the table.

Xia Fa saw it clearly this time: the fat boss reached into his pocket and the banknotes appeared automatically, probably taken from his purse.

The reason he made a gesture of taking out money instead of simply flipping his hand over was probably to show the aura of an acquirer.

"Ah."

Xia Fa responded lightly, and this time he took the money and put it into his black purse, feeling quite pleased.

He originally thought that this Spirit Servant Contract would only sell for a little over 10,000 gold pounds at most, but he didn't expect it to sell for 35,000!

The fat boss excitedly took the scaly animal hide from his hand, examined it several times as if it were a treasure, and then stuffed it into his pocket.

He stood up, quite pleased:

"It was a very pleasant transaction, sir. Please feel free to come to me next time you have items to sell."

Xia Falu still spoke calmly:

"besides."

besides?

The fat boss was a little stunned.

Are you offering three high-level secret contracts for sale at once?

For a moment, the fat shopkeeper even wondered if the customer in front of him, wearing a wooden clown mask and standing two meters tall like a skinny bamboo pole, had robbed the safe of some nobleman...

However, since their secret trading shop has powerful backers, they dare to accept anything of dubious origin as long as it doesn't involve the Nine Great Gods.

Before he could ask a question, Xia Fa flipped his palm and took out the two advanced secret contracts, Titan's Might and Total Control, together.

In that instant, the fat boss's bulky body trembled noticeably, and his narrow eyes widened as he stared incredulously at the two high-level secret contracts.

"This, this, this, this...!"

Chapter 124 The Gate of Stars, A Gathering of Geniuses

The portly boss was so excited he almost dropped the crystal lens in his hand, and his voice began to tremble:

"Complete control? Titanic strength? My God, sir, what are you doing—"

He had only spoken halfway when he immediately covered his mouth.