"Mr. 'Wild Wolf' has brought a new member today, can you introduce him to us?" The person sitting in the main seat said. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and it sounded like someone was squeezing his throat. It's like a knife.
Agnes did not let Bernie speak, but spoke in an extremely gentle and elegant tone.
"'Cyan', just call me 'Cyan' lady."
"Okay, Ms. Cyan." The man nodded and said nothing more.
In an elegant manner, Agnes followed Bernie and found two chairs to sit down at random. The room fell into silence again, and no one spoke anymore. During this period, two more people walked into the room and found two more chairs. A chair sat down, it looked like it was an old member.
After a long time, the person sitting in the main seat took out a suitcase from under the table, took out a scale and placed it on the round table in the middle. There are rust marks on the balance tray, which looks like irregular weighing, as if too strong an acid or alkali has been weighed.
He spoke again in a hoarse voice: "It seems that no one else will come. We should be the only ones today."
"Then let me start today." A person opposite Agnes looked at the man sitting on the main seat. The voice sounded like a man, and he said: "I want to sell an item."
Everyone's eyes turned to him, and Agnes also looked at the man who spoke with interest with aristocratic demeanor.
The man took out an iron palm-sized box and took out a pure white glove with some blood stains on it.
"I call it the 'stained glove'. It can be used to treat diseases. Even terminal diseases can be alleviated to a certain extent and extend life as long as they do not progress to the terminal stage."
"Smudged Gloves"? It was a good name. Agnes suddenly thought of her bracelet. She realized that neither she nor Aurelio had given this poor bracelet a good name.
"So what kind of negative effects does it have?" someone asked with interest.
"It cannot be worn in the sun and must be worn carefully in the moonlight, but it will have no effect after being successfully worn. In addition, if it is used to treat a disease, the user himself will immediately acquire a disease. Symptoms are related to the seriousness of the disease requiring cure, but are merely acquired symptoms, not the disease.”
"You mean, it can only be used on other people and not on yourself?" the person next to him asked.
Agnes instantly lost interest in the item. For a "werewolf" with a strong self-healing ability, there is basically no need for items with healing effects. Compared with a need Wouldn't it be better to go directly to the Church of the Mother Earth to exchange for some healing potions for extraordinary items that can only be treated by others?
But other members of the party showed great enthusiasm for this extraordinary object, and it was eventually purchased by the person who had asked earlier.
Agnes saw the man sitting in the main seat put the "stained glove" and the cash used to buy it on both ends of the scale, and the scale's arms swung slightly to maintain balance.
"The transaction was successful." The man said in a hoarse voice.
It seemed that the scale was some extraordinary object that could determine the value of two items, and Agnes turned her eyes away from it thoughtfully.
The first transaction was successfully completed, and other people at the party also spoke one after another, either asking for certain items, selling some extraordinary items, or putting forward some commissions. Some were completed, and some were aborted. During this period, Agnes also spent some money. 400 gold lisso adds 10 rounds of "purification bullets", 10 rounds of "exorcism bullets" and 20 rounds of "demon hunting bullets".
Seeing that people's communication was gradually decreasing, Agnes said in a gentle and elegant tone: "I need an item that can give people the ability to communicate with the 'mental body'."
"I can give you Jinrisuo in exchange, or I can use some answers to questions about the mysterious realm and the extraordinary world in exchange. You can put forward your own requirements for this knowledge, but I may not be able to fully satisfy it."
People listened quietly, no one spoke.
"Okay." Agnes sighed softly, and the atmosphere became silent until the person sitting at the main seat announced that the party was over.
Bernie pulled Agnes to stand up and walked into a corridor. Agnes saw everyone in the party walking up different corridors.
The corridor was still dark and quiet, with only the sound of candles burning slowly.
Agnes did not speak and walked forward slowly. The faint sound of music came from the front. The end of this corridor was still the dance hall.
She faintly heard a dull sound coming from above her head, and she identified it as the sound of a gun with a silencer.
Agnes paused for a moment, then walked forward as if nothing happened.
It sounded like there was a shooting, but that wasn't necessarily the case, Agnes thought calmly.
But this has nothing to do with her for the time being. It sounds like the voice is wearing a silencer, and the purpose should be murder. But if it was really a murder, the party at the manor would probably end early, and no one would be willing to call the police before the important people in high society left - for them, reputation was more important.
But just in case, it’s better to leave early.
Agnes tied the exchanged bullets to her legs and lowered the hood of her cloak before walking into the ballroom, while Bernie took off his cloak and put it in his locker.
Agnes made her steps look a little frivolous and walked into the ballroom holding Bernie's arm. She appeared to be leaning on Bernie with most of her weight, and she seemed to be trying to rely on her own. Strength stands firm.
This is not difficult, the cloak covers most of Agnes's body movements, not to mention Agnes has a lot of experience in pretending to be weak.
There was still a lively scene on the dance floor, and it seemed that no one heard the gunshot.
But, yes, the dance floor was so busy that no one could hear what was going on unless someone fired a gun here.
Bernie helped Agnes walk out of the ballroom. Anyone who occasionally glanced at them looked away with a clear look on their face and did not look at them again.
Agnes saw that the young man and girl she had noticed before were still on the dance floor. Both of them obviously had some anxiety hidden under the calm. It was obvious that the person they were looking for had not been found yet.
Agnes whispered in Bernie's ear with a slightly hoarse voice: "Let's go back."
Bernie nodded apologetically and proudly, put his arm around Agnes' shoulders and walked out to the dance floor.
The lights outside the house were dim and dim, and only gray fog and darkness could be seen - it was not a clear night.
The horses parked there occasionally made a chirping sound, and the groom's figure leaned aside to rest.
"Sir and Madam, are you leaving?" The waiter here glanced at Agnes and bowed and asked.
"Yes." Bernie nodded. He ignored the waiter and directly carried Agnes into the carriage.
"Let's go." Bernie's voice came from the carriage, and the carriage rumbled into motion.
