I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 388 - 255 Secret Venue (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

Chapter 388: Chapter 255 Secret Venue (Seeking Monthly Votes!)

Chen Lun had spent yet another day in the basement, brewing.

So far, the finished wines stored in the Blood Poem Ring totaled fifteen bottles, all of them of “premium” quality.

The unused supernatural materials had also been given to Floey.

Along with the completed products he obtained from her, Chen Lun now had a stockpile of about thirty “defective” Mysterious Objects, all of which were of average effect and came with harsh costs.

All these Mysterious Objects were of D-grade, various in kinds.

In Chen Lun’s view, their utilizable value wasn’t high, simply termed as “joy colors.”

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He was just waiting for the time when he could use the alias ‘Silver Pot Knight Flun’ to dump them into a container and sell them to players.

Could such an act, benefiting players, be called a blind box clearance?

Only by transferring the losses could he secure more capital to purchase raw materials and produce more boutique items.

This would form a beneficial cycle of feeding many from one fish.

Ultimately, the ones who would profit, were still not the players.

Conducting business with a clear conscience had always been Mr. Jack’s life principle.

Flun, who’s that? Chen Lun didn’t recognize the name.

Of course, among the Mysterious Objects produced by Floey, there were also a few that were quite decent.

Out of those, Chen Lun specifically picked two, together with the [D-grade Mysterious Object-Surging Medal] and [D-grade Mysterious Object-Gun of Order] he had eliminated, and set them aside.

He planned to distribute them to team members later to enhance their combat prowess.

Those two items were the [D-grade Mysterious Object-Flame Tattoo Needle] and [D-grade Mysterious Object-Paul’s Friday].

The former could bestow a tattoo on the user, increasing fixed attribute points and storing the power of flames. The latter was a retro-styled long barrel flintlock gun with a five-round capacity. The gun itself could endow the bullets with Moon’s Power, making it quite powerful.

Chen Lun, having almost wrapped up the trivial tasks at Pompey Manor, urged Connie to finish up the remaining work as soon as possible. Then, after notifying Floey, he stepped into the Spirit World.

With a hum.

A pale blue, blurry view covered this world.

The Secret Venue’s address left by Rosa in the letter even included the Spirit World coordinates of Yellow Iron City. Using this anchor point, Chen Lun could traverse through the Spirit World directly there, saving time.

If he took the train, it would have taken several days, and he might have missed the meeting.

Just a few minutes later.

Yellow Iron City.

The buildings of this city were generally low, featuring a style of modest architecture.

In a secluded alley amid the light yellow urban cluster,

a figure materialized out of thin air and walked out from the “air”: it was Chen Lun, who had just finished traversing through the Spirit World and returned to the real world.

‘So this is Yellow Iron City…’

Chen Lun walked out of the alley, observing the carriages and pedestrians on the main street.

He had been to this city before, but only briefly while leading players through here to subdue three Red Apple Church local branches near Yellow Iron City.

Hence, to Chen Lun, this city was still quite unfamiliar.

He walked along the main street to the right and after a distance, waved down a carriage.

As the bell on the carriage jingled, the carriage stopped in front of Chen Lun.

“Good day, sir.”

After greeting Chen Lun, the coachman picked up a handkerchief to wipe his sweat.

This was a slightly chubby man, dressed in a cheap suit and wearing a top hat.

Chen Lun noticed that the handkerchief the coachman used to wipe his sweat had patches sewn onto it and was printed with cute cartoon flowers—he couldn’t help but speculate that it might have been a gift from the coachman’s daughter.

“Good day.”

Chen Lun smiled back in greeting before boarding the carriage.

The coachman leaned slightly to the side, looking through the carriage window with a respectful expression, and asked,

“Where to, sir?”

“Haesong Department Store.”

Chen Lun named the destination.

“Got it, sir. Please hold tight, it should take about twenty minutes to get there,” said the slightly chubby coachman.

Immediately, he called out and gently flicked the reins.

Clatter…

The two horses snorted and began to trot.

Throughout the process, the coachman was extremely careful with Chen Lun, who, to an ordinary person like the coachman spending his day shuttling passengers, appeared precise and discerning.

Seeing the young man dressed in a high-class black suit, holding an exquisitely crafted staff that looked like a work of art, and behaving with confident elegance, the coachman naturally behaved with utmost respect, careful not to offend.

Chen Lun, for his part, wasn’t overly concerned. He leaned against the carriage’s inner wall, observing the scenery and the people along the way.

The ride passed in silence.

The carriage smoothly reached the destination.

It stopped in front of the bustling entrance of the department store.

“Sir, we’ve arrived at Haesong Department Store.”

“Thank you.”

Chen Lun opened the carriage door and stepped out, holding onto his hat.

After handing the fare to the coachman, he turned and walked away.

“Hey, sir, you’ve given too much!”

The chubby coachman tried to get out of the carriage to chase after Chen Lun, but saw the young gentleman not even looking back, waving his hand as if he didn’t mind.

The coachman looked down at the two Silver Ducats he held, which were several times the fare.

“Such a kind-hearted gentleman, thank you, sir. May the Sun shine on your path,”

the chubby driver made a silent prayer gesture to the Sun in thanks to the gentleman.

Staff in hand, Chen Lun walked toward the department store while observing his surroundings.

The department store, only three stories high and simply decorated, didn’t appear extravagant.

Most passersby seemed not to be very wealthy, even a few dressed plainly, with patches on their hats.

Chen Lun guessed that the department store catered mostly to middle and lower class citizens of the city. The goods must be of good value for the price, otherwise, it wouldn’t attract such a crowd of ordinary people.

‘The secret venue hosted by the Silver Dragon Trade Association is located in a corner room on the top floor of the department store.’

Chen Lun thought to himself.

‘The event starts at two o’clock in the afternoon.’

He casually flipped the page.

A playing card appeared between his fingers—it was the “Clubs Ace.”

“It’s one o’clock in the afternoon, another hour to go,” Chen Lun murmured.

Ever since he had mastered divination, he seldom used timekeeping tools. Although there was always a pocket watch inside the Blood Poem Ring, he preferred to integrate supernatural methods into his daily life.

It could also be seen as a way to increase proficiency.

Unlike directly leveling up Skills by adding Points, it was another method to blend Skills seamlessly with instinct.

He walked into the shopping mall.

Chen Lun did not linger, nor did he browse the shops.

He headed straight to the third floor, where he noticed a symbol the size of a fingernail hidden in a corner of the wall.

This was a secret code.

Following the code, he stopped in front of the third to last shop.

It appeared to be a small sundries shop but had clearly closed down, the door firmly shut with a transfer notice posted on it.

Knock… Knock… Knock-knock!

Chen Lun started knocking on the door, keeping a rhythm of two slow followed by two quick taps.

Then someone knocked back with a rhythm of three quick and two slow several times.

He waited a moment.

The door cracked open, and Chen Lun, adjusting his hat, pushed it open and walked in.

Two young men dressed like attendants stood beside the door.

Chen Lun showed them a Silver Halo Coin.

“Respected guest, please follow me,” one of them said after bowing his chest, then led Chen Lun inside.

It was somewhat dark inside, the lighting insufficient.

But after traversing a narrow passage, Chen Lun emerged into a spacious room, about the size of a university lecture hall.

There were three large, bright chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and the host was whispering with a few staff members of the Silver Dragon Trade Association.

There weren’t many chairs below the stage, just over twenty.

It was still early, and the few guests who were already seated were in groups of two or three, each silent without interaction.

Chen Lun picked a chair at random and sat down.

Time passed.

One by one, high-level members who were attending this secret venue arrived.

At two o’clock in the afternoon, it started on time.

“Dear guests, welcome to this secret venue. My name is Yuri, and I will be your host today,” a man in his thirties, dressed in a neat white suit, said from the stage.

“Let’s cut to the chase and get started with today’s trade…”

The first item up for auction was not a Transcendent object, but an ancient vase from the early Fifth Era, around the time the Tresor Empire was established.

It was thousands of years old.

Chen Lun was uninterested, his gaze shifting to the far left corner.

There, he noticed two familiar figures.

Viscount Pompey and Mr. Xibert were seated next to an elderly man with white hair, one on each side.

‘What are they doing together here?’ Chen Lun wondered.

It had been a long time since he had last visited Pompey Manor, and he knew little of Rebecca’s family’s recent circumstances. His last memory of Mr. Xibert was from when they met at the Bales’s Fighting Club, where Mr. Xibert, drunk, had mentioned Viscount Pompey’s name.

‘So they do know each other? But who is that old man…? Viscount Pompey and Mr. Xibert seem quite respectful towards him,’ Chen Lun thought.

The antique vase attracted quite a few interested parties. After several bids, it was finally sold for eight hundred sixty Gold Pounds to a thin middle-aged man.

The second and third items were also rare treasures, but Chen Lun had seen plenty of such items in Viscount Pompey’s collection room and wasn’t interested.

It was not until the fourth item that a Transcendent object finally appeared.

“This is a Mystic Book containing profound knowledge. Confirmed by our Silver Dragon Trade Association’s appraisers, reading and understanding the knowledge within it is highly likely to lead one into a deeper Transcendent realm,” the host Yuri announced.

Behind him, two staff members wearing white gloves lifted an ancient, hefty tome.

“This book is titled ‘Keyhole.’ Preliminarily, it is identified as a Mystic Book of the Conspiracy Faction. Interested guests may bid to slowly study it. According to the consignor’s request, the starting bid is five hundred Gold Pounds, with each increment no less than ten Gold Pounds.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a man raised his paddle.

“Five hundred twenty Gold Pounds!”

Chen Lun’s eyebrows raised.

He looked at the man, activating Peek Life, and as expected, this was a Sequence Nine – “Thief.”

‘That book, for Transcendents, can easily be identified as containing Supernatural Knowledge of Sequence Eight – “Locksmiths.” Just as well, Golov and Barton are yet to secure knowledge for promotion; this is a good opportunity to acquire it,’ Chen Lun thought.

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Currently, the Sequence Eight Supernatural Knowledge he possessed included only Moon, Constellation, Flesh, Nature, and Destiny.

Adding this piece of Conspiracy “puzzle” would not be a bad thing.

“Five hundred fifty Gold Pounds,” Chen Lun raised his paddle.

The bidding man turned his head, looking toward Chen Lun.

He seemed to recognize that Chen Lun was a Transcendent too, his eyes filled with caution.

Simultaneously, Viscount Pompey and Mr. Xibert, hearing the familiar voice, turned their gazes toward Chen Lun and, quite unexpectedly, their expressions revealed surprise.

“Mr. Jack?!” Viscount Pompey exclaimed.

Mr. Xibert frowned, turning to Pompey and asking:

“Pompey, do you also know Mr. Jack?”

Viscount Pompey gave him a sidelong glance and coldly replied:

“None of your business, Xibert.”

Then, turning back with a delighted smile to the elderly man in the middle, he said:

“Mr. Malediz, that Mr. Jack is the young man I’ve previously recommended to you. He is very capable and knowledgeable and can certainly relieve you of your troubles and cure the ailments of young Rey!”