Facing the significantly more polite owner, Sam Widows, Fulen did not prepare to accuse him of his earlier rudeness. Instead, he feigned indifference and said, "Owner Sam, it seems you really are one of the recruiters for that Beyonder gathering. So, you're a member of the Beyonder organization behind that gathering, aren't you?"
Sam was startled, then sneered, "Hey, still got a lot to say, huh? That's right, I am a member of that Beyonder organization. But don't you dare think you can mess with me just because I cursed. I'm a Sequence 7 Beyonder. You little brat, even if you have complaints, you better hold them in."
Fulen was very surprised. He hadn't expected that even someone who merely recruited members for this Beyonder gathering would be so powerful. No wonder they hadn't been caught by the Church all these years. Then, a strange expression flashed across his face, and he said, "So you're that formidable. I wouldn't be so foolish as to think about messing with you."
"Haha, that's right! If you're not convinced, just hold it in. What I love most is when others clearly want to mess with me but find out they're not even worthy of carrying my shoes. But you brat shouldn't be that frustrated, right? After all, you're also connected to the Scholar. He's already a Sequence 7, so you shouldn't be inferior to him, hahaha." Sam didn't delve deeper, just made a slight sarcastic remark and then stopped.
Fulen wondered why this owner was so annoying, then his heart stirred, and he remembered a Sequence that was very fitting for this owner, Provoker. Fulen inferred from this that this owner should be a Sequence 7 Pyromaniac. The Pyromaniac Sequence sounded like a very powerful combat-oriented Sequence.
While thinking, Fulen said, "Since you are the one guiding new people like me into the Beyonder gathering, then you should be able to explain the specific situation of this Beyonder gathering and how to participate."
Sam carefully organized his words, then, recalling something, he said, "Our Beyonder gathering, unlike other organizations, has a different location. We bought a large house next to this tavern, and then specially opened up a super-large Beyonder market and an accompanying Beyonder gathering in the basement. However, the Beyonder gathering does not entertain ordinary people. Only with an invitation issued by me will this hidden Beyonder gathering absorb others."
"Hehe," seeing Fulen listening so attentively, Sam smiled, then continued, "As for the entry method for this Beyonder gathering's location, you just show this symbol to the person managing the Beyonder market, and they will naturally lead you to a hidden place to participate in the Beyonder gathering."
As he spoke, Sam took out and held up a "cross" iron object. Although this iron object was simple, its scattered decorations showed a special kind of beauty.
Fulen looked at this iron object and felt as if he had heard of a Beyonder organization similar to this iron cross somewhere. After thinking carefully about the notes his father left him, Fulen was very certain that he had never heard of a similar Beyonder organization.
Sam saw Fulen's seemingly dazed look and, unlike before, did not urge Fulen to come back to his senses. Instead, as Fulen expected, he spoke to Fulen in a crude tone: "Hey, kid! Snap out of it! This ornament is the entry symbol, no bargaining, 20 pounds. Take it or leave it. If you want it, then you must also want another item, which is this iron mask and this very good-looking robe, 30 pounds, a total of 50 pounds. Hahaha, kid, quickly tell me your decision! I don't have that much time to waste with you!"
As Sam spoke, he seemingly conjured an iron mask and a very crude cloak, then glared at Fulen with a fierce expression, as if he wanted to devour him.
Fulen felt Sam's fierce gaze, sensing an inexplicable chill. He thought to himself, "This owner! Although I know his Sequence is not easy to deal with, I didn't expect him to exude such a fierce aura. If I'm not mistaken, then this person has at least more than one life on his hands."
Fulen had actually felt this aura before, only at the veteran commendation ceremony held in Trier at that time. This commendation ceremony was held by Rosell, specifically rewarding some people who had achieved extraordinary merits in the anti-aggression war or the revolutionary war. Only on that occasion did Fulen understand that killing intent truly existed.
Looking at the iron mask and poor-quality cloak Sam took out, Fulen was quite speechless at this illiterate owner calling a robe a cloak. Then, pressured by Sam's crude and impatient personality, he could only sigh and say to Sam, "Owner Sam, don't rush. I'll buy these things, as I also want to participate in this gathering. So, how do we know when this gathering will be held?"
Sam was startled when he heard Fulen's question, then he bared his teeth, but didn't smile. He just glanced at Fulen, then patted his head and said, "Ah, it's all you ignorant kid, you messed up my thoughts. The Trier Merchant Evening News, that half-dead little newspaper, you subscribe to a copy. On the third page, in the bottom right column, if there's news about recycling crystal stones, then the gathering will be held the next day. When you see it, you just come running, and as I said, you can participate in the gathering."
Then, Sam changed his tone and said to Fulen in a more impatient voice, "Kid, make up your mind quickly! You've already wasted nearly half an hour of my time! If you don't give me an answer soon, I'll twist your head off."
Fulen didn't say much after hearing that. He just pulled out fifty pounds worth of banknotes from his pocket and handed them to Sam.
Sam laughed heartily, "Good for you, kid, so you're rich! I should've raised the price on the spot, but luckily I'm generous, so I won't raise it. You kid, hurry up and leave. In half an hour at most, my tavern's billiards room will be packed, and I won't let you take advantage for free." Then, he quickly took the banknotes from Fulen's hand, carefully put them in his wallet, and while talking, he nonchalantly walked out of the billiards room.
Fulen watched the money-grubbing owner turn and leave, not caring about what he said. He simply turned and pulled out a chair, drinking his ordered 'Brilliant Galaxy' while carefully thinking about the owner's actions, then planning again what he was going to do today and in the next few days.
Unconsciously, Fulen finished his 'Brilliant Galaxy.' Looking at the time, half an hour had passed. Fulen did not linger; he left the cup in the billiards room and departed.