Chapter 434: Chapter 434 Abraham’s Preparation Chapter 434: Chapter 434 Abraham’s Preparation Roger looked around, counting the ti led by Dickinson, this was already his fourth ti attending the Foreign Spirit Assembly.
This ti, the number of participants was the greatest.
“In fact, not everyone regularly attends the etings; the most active are just a few of us.”
The hoarse voice of Black Soul resonated.
“It seems everyone is tempted by the Pale Blood in Mr. Mist’s possession.”
As he spoke, he quickly glanced at a certain figure not far away, an ordinary-looking man.
He had once had a conflict with Roger and then suffered a misfortune, and many people suspected that the mysterious Mr. Mist had secretly ddled in the matter.
“It looks like everyone is rather eager.”
Roger said, his eyes fixed on Abraham not far away.
Abraham wore a mask, making it impossible to see the expression on his face. However, his arms were crossed on the table, his breathing steady, showing none of the anxious deanor from last ti.
“This guy is unnaturally calm.”
Roger thought, continuing to speak, “If there’s nothing else, then let’s get started.”
He was posing as the powerful Mr. Mist, and with his self-important status, he naturally wouldn’t be concerned with other insignificant individuals. The less interaction, the better.
“Alright.”
The crowd said in unison.
“Then who shall begin?”
Roger asked.
“Please wait a mont.”
A person wearing a human skin mask spoke up, “I don’t an to interrupt you, Mr. Mist, but since we learned of this news through others, we hope to see that unique Pale Blood before we start the trade.”
“The request is reasonable.”
Roger thought for a while and nodded.
In truth, the only thing he cared about was Abraham’s reaction. Although he didn’t know what had caused Abraham to be so composed, perhaps putting the Pale Blood on display again might provoke so emotion in him.
The pale fla inside the Lantern burned, that unique pulsation transmitting. Although their faces were not visible, their slight bodily reactions at that mont were telling.
Abraham did not let his gaze wander, maintaining his dignified and upright posture.
“This guy?”
Roger suddenly thought of the previous Dickinson.
“Could it be that the man before him is not Abraham at all, but a puppet he has put in the spotlight?”
“Where has the real Abraham gone?”
“What is his purpose in doing this?”
Pondering this, he put away the Lantern he was holding.
“Can we begin now?”
“My ti is limited, and my pet is hungry. I do not wish to keep it waiting too long; it might wreak havoc on my garden.”
No sooner had Roger spoken than a mist began to waft outside the window. The fog grew thicker and heavier, and everyone’s eyes widened at the sight.
They had all heard the legends of the monsters in the mist.
Boom, boom, boom!
It wasn’t long before heavy footsteps were heard.
Then the mist burst open, and a giant paw descended from the sky.
A long ti passed.
The sound grew fainter, yet those present had not recovered from the shock they had just experienced.
“What was that?”
Soone who had never witnessed such a scene before exclaid.
The more you know, the more you fear.
To ordinary eyes, it might just be a giant monster, but those present might associate it with much more.
Who created it?
Is it only one, or a colony?
What is the dreadful creature’s source of food?
If we begin from there, there are too many topics we could discuss.
“Who’s first?” Roger asked again, urgency creeping into his voice.
“I’ll go.”
The one wearing a human skin mask spoke.
“I have several precious Transcendent Materials, the tail vertebrae of a Scorpion-tailed Lion, the heart of a Giant Troll, the ears of a Swamp Witch…”
He was cut off mid-sentence by the laughter of soone nearby.
“Skin Peelers, are you joking?”
“Don’t tell , Mr. Mist, even I wouldn’t give a second look to the trinkets you hold. If you don’t have sothing better, don’t waste our ti here.”
The man’s face, hidden behind the human skin mask, began to twitch, as if reflecting his current mood.
“I also have a precious Vampire fang, that Vampire was close to reaching high level…”
If this were the past, Roger might have been interested, but now he just carelessly traced the patterns on the table.
As if he were exploring so mystery.
His impatience transmitted to the others, and the fellow known as Skin Peeler imdiately shut his mouth. In the next mont, he didn’t even bother to say goodbye before abruptly ending the ritual and disappearing on the spot.
“Foolish man,” the one who had spoken earlier sneered.
“Mr. Mist, you can call Fla Demon.”
“I can offer three things, the spinal fluid of a demonic bull monster, the crystallized heart ford after the death of a three-headed Underworld Hound, and lastly, the skull of the demon Sfenris!”
“A demon?!”
All eyes turned to him in surprise. While other Transcendent Materials were rare, they could still be found if one looked hard enough.
But demons are not creatures found in the common planes; they are shrouded in mystery, whether encountering them is good luck or bad luck, one cannot say.
Most demons possess combat strength above the Fourth Tier, and for this man called Fla Demon to possess the skull of a demon, he must have truly gone to great lengths.
“It’s a high-grade material, a pity that my current strength is too weak to make use of it. Since that’s the case, I’d rather trade it for so necessary items,” he said.
“For instance, a key to entering the Fourth Tier.”
“Hmm… a demon’s skull is indeed intriguing, I would very much like to study it. However, before that, I need to see what others have in their possession,” Roger remarked.
“Naturally,” the Fla Demon smiled with evident confidence in his collection.
“Next, please.”
Since Roger would review each person’s items, the others began to present their tradeable goods in the order of their seating.
Everyone had completely different items, nurous and varied, several of which greatly widened Roger’s eyes and tempted him.
“If it weren’t for Abraham, I’d really like to get my hands on a few of these,” he thought.
A man nad Shark produced a harp, a powerful Cursed Item. Though demanding in its conditions of use, once activated, even Transcendents at the pinnacle of the Third Tier could be affected.
According to him, it was this treasure that had allowed him to build a significant force in a region of Eastern Europe, and had it not been for the potential to enter the Fourth Tier, he wouldn’t have considered trading it away.
Roger noticed that while others displayed their items, Abraham did not even glance their way, seemingly indifferent.
What did he hold in his hands that gave him the confidence to overpower everyone present?
“Your turn, Soul Devourer,” called out Black Soul from a distance.
He let out a ghastly laugh, “You seem to have no interest in the treasures offered by everyone, so bring it out, let us see, what have you prepared?”
Abraham raised his head, the intricate patterns on his mask seemingly capable of pulling one’s soul into its depths.
“The items provided by everyone are precious,” he spread his hands.
“I haven’t prepared anything.”
“I won’t be participating in this exchange!”
As he finished speaking, Roger’s heart skipped a beat, his eyes narrowing to pinpoints.
What is this guy… planning to do?!
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