900 Black market reception
At the appointed time with Mr. Coin, Xia Pingan, who was wearing a black coat and a velvet top hat, stood in front of room 1609 of the tulip Hotel. He finally adjusted his bow tie and looked at the time on his hand. The time on his hand was 5:55, five minutes earlier than the time that Mr. Coin had agreed on.
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Xia ping âan placed a lot of importance on this gathering. He still had a pile of spiritual will crystals with him. If he were to exchange all of them for realm pearls, the realm pearls he could get would be enough for him to advance from level two to level three.
Just like a mature man who had gone through a lot of hardships and only wanted to make money, Xia ping âan at this moment only wanted to get the realm bead.
Because Xia Pingan didnât know when the accident would come!
Xia Pingan did not know if the demon sovereign would hunt him down again. However, he had a strong feeling that the demon sovereign must know that he was still alive. Moreover, the demon sovereign would not let him off so easily.
Everything seemed to be fine now, but only Xia Pingan could feel the burning sense of urgency, as if a storm would come at any time.
The Child of Fortune sat on Xia ping âanâs shoulder, pulling his ears and jumping around happily. The missionary of The Song of Life was still hidden in the swamp, and Xia pingâ an was quite convinced. However, the guy had been designated by the Child of Fortune and could not escape. Xia ping âan summoned the Child of Fortune to join him in todayâs gathering.
He had spent the past two days in the library of kolanthe, reading up on the blood Emperor. He had finally confirmed one thing-the so-called treasure map of the blood Emperorâs treasure was probably fake.
The blood Emperorâs treasure was real, and it had been an unsolved mystery for a thousand years. But the problem was that in the past thousand years, many people and forces had made all kinds of rumors and treasure maps related to the blood Emperorâs treasure for various purposes. The treasure map he had was probably one of the many maps that had been made, and it had been accidentally found by sigscanaire. He thought that it was very valuable. So he hid it.
There was also a logical flaw with the treasure map. When the blood Emperor was still in power, he did not call himself the blood Emperor. Instead, he called himself the â Holy Emperor of the Otis Empire, blessed by the gods and revered by All Saints. the blood Emperor was a title given to him by the descendants of the Otis Empire after its collapse. The blood Emperor could not have created a map that accurately marked the blood Emperorâs treasure. Since the person who made the map knew where the blood Emperorâs treasure was, why would he let others know?
Things became simple when he thought about it this way.
Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong â Xia Pingan knocked on the door gently.
A few seconds later, there were footsteps in the room. The door opened and Mr. Coin was standing in the room.
At this moment, Mr. Coinâs face was the same as when Xia Pingan first saw him. His hair was white and he had a beautiful mustache. He was wearing a suit and was dressed exquisitely, just like a rich gentleman.
youâre very punctual, Yingluo. Mr. Coin smiled and let Xia Pingan enter the room.
The tulip Hotel was one of the most high-end hotels in Corland. Room 1609 was the hotelâs most luxurious double-floor suite, and the furnishings in the room were extremely luxurious.
There was no one else in the room except Mr. Coin. Mr. Coin brought Xia Pingan directly to the changing room of the hotel room.
âPut on this set of illusionary magic robes and activate it with three points of divine power. Then we can go to Xuanji.â
Within the changing room, two black robes hung. The robes covered the entire room from head to toe, and divine patterns could be seen on the robes, embroidered with golden threads.
As Mr. Coin spoke, he took out a robe and put it on. Then, he activated the divine patterns on the illusion robe. In an instant, Xia Pingan saw Mr. Coinâs entire body turn into a cloud of mist under the cover of the illusion robe. His original appearance could no longer be seen. Even his outstretched hand was made of mist. Of course, this didnât really turn a person into mist. It was the effect of the illusion, which could completely cover a personâs physical characteristics. One couldnât even tell if they were male or female.
Xia ping âan also picked up a robe and put it on. After activating it with three points of divine power, the illusion magic robe also changed Xia pingâ anâs appearance with an illusion. Xia ping âan realized that he had become a wooden figure. His outstretched hands were like the branches of a tree, which was quite interesting.
okay, come with me, â Mr. Coin said. His voice was as misty as mist. As he spoke, he moved his hand and pushed open the wall of the changing room. Behind the wall was a secret passage that led to an unknown place.
Xia ping âan was a little surprised. He had thought that the black market for the chosen ones in corand would be somewhere else, but from the looks of it, the black market should be in the hotel. Otherwise, Mr. Coin wouldnât have brought him through such a passage.
the black market is in the hotel? â
of course. Do you think that the Blessed are all rats who like to move in dark places? â
âI thought it was in some hidden place!â
this place is also very hidden. There is a secret club in the tulip Hotel. Generally, only Godâs chosen ones can enter. Remember, in such a black market, there are a few rules to pay attention to. First, donât inquire about others âidentities. Second, donât lift other peopleâs illusion robe. Third, donât use force. Fourth, donât make private deals with anyone except on the spot. If you make private deals here, most of the time, what comes is murder and trap. Too many tragedies like this have happened!â
I understand, Yingying. Xia Pingan also opened his mouth. The moment he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice seemed to come from a tree hole, with the Echo of wood.
At the end of the passage, there was a spiral staircase. As he went up the stairs, a black stone door appeared in front of him. There was a palm mark on the stone door. Mr. Coin reached out his palm and placed it on the stone door. As divine power surged, the stone door opened.
Soon after, the lithe violin music and colorful lights drifted out of the stone gate.
the cost of opening the stone door is also the entrance fee. Itâs 20 divine power points per person, â Mr. Coin said.
the tickets here are the divine power that is injected into the stone door? â
âOf course. Otherwise, why would anyone be willing to spend money and effort to host such a gathering? even if thereâs the tacit approval of the investigation Bureau, thereâs still a need to give people enough benefits to do so,â
As the two of them walked in, Xia Pingan was surprised to see a huge circular Hall in front of him. A lively banquet was being held in the hall. Summoners wearing illusion robes were walking in from the stone doors around the hall, and then the stone doors closed again.
Those who werenât wearing illusionary robes were all summoned figures. There was a band playing music, waiters carrying wine, and acrobatic clowns. Colorful light balls were hanging on the dance floor, spinning. On the other side of the dance floor, a long white table was filled with all kinds of wine and food.
The effects of the illusion robe were different, and the summoners who walked here had different appearances. The bodies of the summoners were covered in various colors of fog, some were wooden figures like Xia Pingan, some looked like metal, and some looked like stone. There were even some illusion robes that directly turned the summoners into walking plants, flowers, and animals.
Walking sunflowers, walking tricolor grass, walking lilies, and walking cat-headed people, dog-headed people, Tauren people. All kinds of people walked around with glasses in their hands. It was very interesting, a bit like the scenes in childrenâs animation.
âEnjoy it, Yingluo.â
In the blink of an eye, just as Xia Pingan was looking around, Mr. Coin had already taken a glass of wine from the waiterâs tray and walked into a chat circle formed by a few foggy people. He seemed to have met his friend.
As for the Child of Fortune next to Xia Pingan, it was as if he had entered an amusement park. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Xia Pinganâs eyes and appeared on the chandelier above the hall. The next second, he appeared on the head of a houndhead man, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A waiter walked past Xia Pingan with a glass of champagne in his hand. Xia Pingan took a glass of champagne and walked towards the chatting crowd.
Iâve heard that Song of Life has suffered heavy losses recently, and many of his men have been killed by the investigation Bureau. The investigation Bureau is still offering a reward. Thereâs a missionary mage from Song of Life hidden in the devouring swamp. Are you interested in teaming up with friends to try it out? â
As soon as she walked over, Xia Pingan heard a âcat-headed manâ with a white head chatting.
Some of this information might have been deliberately released by the investigation Bureau. Otherwise, these ordinary Godâs chosen ones would not have known that the missionary mage of The Song of Life was still trapped in the swamp. The investigation Bureau wanted to use the hands of others to get rid of the mage of The Song of Life.
forget it. The missionary magicians of The Song of Life are at least level three blessed. Theyâre not easy to kill. I have some divine crystals here, and I want to exchange them for an Assassinâs realm Pearl. I wonder if anyone is interested.
âI donât have the Assassinâs realm Pearl, but if youâre willing, I can buy it with money. We can discuss the price, hehe.â
this time, the investigation Bureauâs reward is 5 realm beads and 2000 divine crystals! the white cat-headed person was still saying.
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After listening for a while, Xia ping âan roughly understood that the black market of the Godâs chosen ones was the same as a wine party. Everyone would chat and drink here while looking for opportunities to exchange and purchase goods. Those who had come to an agreement would immediately make a deal on the spot.
Only after a short while, the black stone gates had been opened one after another. As more and more Godâs chosen ones came to the banquet, the atmosphere in the banquet gradually became more and more boisterous.
Xia Pingan saw a piano in the living room. He walked over and placed the wine glass on the piano. His fingers gently stroked the black and white keys of the piano to familiarize himself with the melody of the piano. Then, he sat on the piano stool.
The hall was still bustling, and no one cared about a Godâs chosen one sitting in front of the piano.
But the next second, the opening of the first movement of Beethovenâs Symphony of Fate swept through the hall like a storm. Everyone in the hall turned their heads to look at the piano.
Only ten seconds later, the hall was completely silent. Everyone had a surprised expression on their faces. Even the musicians in the hall had stopped playing. Only the exciting melody of Symphony of Fate was echoing in the hall.
Unconsciously, more and more people gathered around the piano, immersed in the mood brought by the music.
Xia Pinganâs ten fingers were the source of the storm. Xia Pingan, who was sitting in front of the piano with her eyes closed, was like a musical magician. Her ten fingers danced nimbly and elegantly on the black and white keys, completely immersed in it.
A few minutes later, when Xia Pingan opened his eyes, his fingers had lifted from the last key of the piano. The entire Hall was silent, as if only the lingering sound of the music was lingering in the hall.
Xia Pingan stood up and bowed slightly to the countless surprised gazes around him. Then, he said calmly in a voice that everyone could hear, â cough cough, Hello everyone, I have some spiritual will crystals here that I would like to exchange for realm beads. If you need to exchange, you can come to me, Yingluo.
Everyone was stunned.
However, a few seconds later, a voice scolded in exasperation, â bastard Yingluo actually used such beautiful music to make such a vulgar advertisement for herself, Yingluo.
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