paranoianovel Chapter 109 Control
Chapter 109 Control
Chapter 109 Control
Darkwell chuckled, realizing he'd been dreaming, but looking at the cigarette pack in his hand, he asked in confusion:
"So what do you mean?"
"It means that you will become my personal agent, without the official identity of MI9. You will still act as before, attend various gatherings of extraordinary individuals, gather information for me, or receive missions from me and receive some rewards."
Of course, I can arrange for you to be a peripheral member, and provide some protection if your activities are exposed. But ultimately, you are not a member of MI9. If you dare to conduct secret activities or perform evil rituals, I will execute you first, without needing any other organization.
The portly pharmacist, Darkwell, looked at the cigarette pack in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then, feeling that accepting Evan's offer would be more beneficial than harmful, said:
"I can help you gather all sorts of information and become your spy, and I can also do all sorts of private work for you, but I cannot betray my teacher and my organization."
Evan laughed upon hearing this. It seemed that Darkwell had realized that he recruited him because he valued him as an extraordinary individual with the "Pharmacist" pathway, making him an excellent assistant and a high-quality resource, convenient for both official and personal matters.
Another reason is that he has the backing of the Life School, which allows him to directly connect with the Mercury Serpent.
Evan didn't need him to betray his backer; he was trying to win him over to establish a connection with the Mercury Serpent behind him and see if he could secure investment from a powerful figure.
If he can't attract investment, Evan will have to consider whether he can find a way to profit for himself, such as selling the relevant information for a good price at a certain time.
"I don't need you to betray the School of Life or your teacher. You are also a good channel for me. Now that there is a split within the School of Life, your teacher and I may have the opportunity to cooperate in the future."
Darkwell was startled. For years he had been left to his own devices, hadn't seen his teacher in a long time, and was completely unaware of the major events unfolding within the School of Life.
But he could tell that Ai Wen was speaking with absolute certainty and was not lying, so he felt a little flustered.
So he quickly put away the cigarette box in his hand, indicating that he accepted the offer.
"I've just arrived in Backlund and haven't quite settled in yet. I wonder where I can attend a gathering of extraordinary individuals?"
After accepting Evan's offer, Darkwell didn't hesitate and directly inquired about relevant information from Evan. Evan smiled.
He gestured for Darkwell to follow.
"Rosen shouldn't be your real name. What is your real name?" Evan knew his real name, of course, but he pretended not to.
"Uh, Darkwell."
Since he had accepted their offer of recruitment and needed their protection, the fat pharmacist Darkwell felt he should be more honest. He had been approached by them in Tingen before, and they had directly revealed his background. He really couldn't be sure if they were testing him by asking for his real name.
When Evan heard Darkwell reveal his real name, he looked at him meaningfully and nodded. This made Darkwell realize that his guess was correct; the other party already knew his real name, and he couldn't help but feel fear.
Evan led Darkwell around the alley a few times until they arrived at a row of dark houses. Evan put on the prepared iron mask and knocked on the door at a certain frequency. The small wooden board on the door opened again, revealing scrutinizing eyes.
Evan pointed to the fat pharmacist Darkwell beside him and said:
"He is also extraordinary; I will vouch for him to attend the gathering."
The doormen and waiters for this party were all carefully selected and trusted by Essinger Stanton.
They all knew that Evan had a different relationship with their boss, so they didn't say much. They simply gave Darkwell a robe and an iron mask and let him pass.
When Evan entered, the party had been going on for a while. Isengard Stanton recognized Evan but made no comment, and Evan didn't greet him either. He simply found two seats with Darkwell and sat down.
Quietly observe the transactions of others.
After several rounds of transactions, Darkwell understood how the gathering was conducted. He had brought a lot of money with him to trade materials with Evan, and now that he had decided to stay in Backlund for a while, he naturally needed to make some purchases, so he started to make frequent moves, attracting everyone's attention.
After attracting everyone's attention, Darkwell also began to promote its products—various medicines.
The sales were quite good. The men present bought one or two with some skepticism, intending to try them out at home. This almost made Evan laugh out loud. It seems that middle-aged fatigue is a pain for all men.
However, thinking about his recent back pain, Evan couldn't laugh anymore.
"Hopefully, this problem can be resolved after the next promotion; otherwise, we'll have no choice but to buy the relevant pharmaceuticals from Darkwell just to get kidneys."
The thought of possibly having to buy aphrodisiacs from Darkwell in the future, potentially jeopardizing his authority as a superior, gave Evan a headache.
Today, perhaps because of Darkwell's addition, everyone's willingness to trade is very strong, and several rare materials have also appeared. This makes Evan wonder if Darkwell himself really has a lucky attribute because he comes from the School of Life.
Consider his experiences in Lord of Mysteries: not only did he become friends with the protagonist Klein, but he also became directly involved in the actions of his own boss. Within the School of Life, his future is undoubtedly limitless.
Not long after, a voice that Evan recognized came and asked:
"Has the gentleman who sold the 'Barbarian' recipe come back last time?"
"I've arrived. What brings you here?"
Evan understood that Miss Grey was subtly indicating that she wanted to talk to him privately after the party, since he had already given her the Barbarian recipe last time.
Sure enough, Miss Grey produced a powerful and extraordinary weapon that could be used for two years, hoping to exchange it for the "Barbarian" recipe from Evan.
Evan, as expected, refused, and the weapon was naturally acquired by someone else for 400 pounds.
But everyone could see the young lady's resentment at not being able to make a deal with Evan.
After the "lawyer" completed the transaction, the wise eye, Essinger Stanton, announced that everyone should begin exchanging information.
Evan discovered that some people wanted to team up with others to complete the mission they had been given. Because the reward was high, several people were eager to participate, which made Evan sense something unusual.
So Evan took the initiative to ask, "What kind of mission is it? What is the scope of the mission? Where is the mission location?"
The person who proposed forming a team said it was a large-scale mission, mainly involving investigating certain matters, conducting transactions on behalf of employers, and so on.
Upon hearing this, everyone knew it must be something shady. Some people backed down, while others became even more eager to try, because the greater the risk, the greater the potential reward. As wild extraordinary individuals, they were unable to live in the sunlight and naturally would not protect the interests of the authorities. As a result, several people prepared to join the team.
Evan glanced at Isengard Stanton, who was sitting upright on the sofa, and knew that what he could sense was not something that could be hidden from this shrewd detective. He had at least two layers of official connections, and he would probably report back later.
The attendees at the gathering weren't of very high rank, so they didn't get much information. Most of it was trivial stuff. Aside from that, the only useful information was the movements of the official extraordinary individuals, which could alert others to take precautions. But none of this was of any use to Evan, leaving him extremely bored.
As Evan had expected, when "The Eye of Wisdom" Eisinger Stanton announced the end of the gathering, the "lawyer" lady made a request to speak with Evan privately, which aroused envy and jealousy among the others. They all wondered what good things Evan would see, and no one thought that Evan wanted to recruit the "lawyer" lady.
After the partygoers gradually left, leaving only Isinger Stanton, Evan, the lawyer, and Darkwell, the chubby pharmacist Darkwell shrewdly requested to attend another party. Isinger Stanton agreed, and after learning where to get information about the parties, Darkwell obediently left on his own.
After Darkwell left, Eisinger Stanton also left the party room.
Watching the "Eye of Wisdom" disappear into the distance, "Lawyer" Grey wanted to catch Evan off guard again, so she spoke up:
"The old man with the eye of wisdom must be one of your people, right? Otherwise, why would he help you win me over and provide you with convenience?"
After all, this was entirely detrimental to him.
But Evan was completely unmoved by her words. He simply relaxed his body, leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and said with a smile:
"Congratulations on guessing correctly again, but there's still no reward."
Lawyer Grey only wanted to take the initiative in the conversation, but she didn't expect Evan to give such an attitude, which made her furious.
However, with her "lawyer" skills, she keenly sensed that Evan's posture was actually a way of trying to take the initiative in conversation. If she didn't act calmly, she would be at a disadvantage in the conversation and be caught off guard.
So Miss Grey took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and asked with a smile:
"I'm curious, what exactly did you offer to get the old man with the Eye of Wisdom to do this for you?"
"It's nothing really, just giving him a glimmer of hope for further promotion. This is commonplace for us, but for the old man, it's his last hope," Evan said with a knowing smile.
"What is it?"
Miss Grey didn't understand what Evan was talking about for a moment, but Evan could no longer suppress the smile on his face.
"Of course, it's the role-playing method."
Miss Gray jumped up from the sofa like a cat with its fur standing on end, but quickly regretted it.
She looked at Evan while wearing the mask, remaining silent for a long time, realizing that she had been tricked by him.