HLnovel Chapter 486 Invitation
Chapter 486 Invitation
Chapter 486 Invitation
The moon is cold and the wind is chilly.
The two people who walked to the front tightened their clothes and rubbed their arms quickly.
A trembling sigh escaped their lips.
The quiet night and the empty streets amplified this profound chill.
The temperature did have some effect on Aaron's doll, but at least it didn't make him feel uncomfortable.
There were several people behind Aaron, surrounding him, presumably to prevent him from doing anything out of line.
But it was actually unnecessary; if Aaron didn't accept the proposal, they couldn't stop him at all.
These few ordinary people alone could not stop him at all.
Aaron was extremely curious about what kind of person was hiding behind this group of people.
Although Aaron had met the perfumer once before, they had hardly interacted.
That guy who can manipulate corpses is someone you can't communicate with at all.
Based on this, it can be concluded that the person was alone and had no other companions.
However, the mysterious figure behind this group definitely possesses some leadership qualities.
This is what Aaron fears even more.
It's almost impossible for someone to make a name for themselves working alone.
If you have a team, you can extend your reach to places thousands of miles away.
This person can also quickly obtain any valuable intelligence.
For example, the fact that they were able to find Aaron and lay in ambush beforehand means that they already knew about Aaron's inquiries about the obsidian mine.
This person did not go in person, but instead sent out ordinary people.
This indicates that he has gained considerable understanding of the characteristics of a perfumer.
At least we know that perfumers can easily spot nearby perfumers.
Only by sending ordinary people could Aaron possibly prevent the ambush from being detected in advance.
It was precisely this caution that made Aaron feel that there was a need for dialogue.
If possible, Aaron doesn't want to make enemies.
Soon, they arrived at a private residence.
This is a detached house located on the edge of the city, very close to the city gate.
Aaron had to admit that the location was excellent.
In case of any unexpected event, they can evacuate immediately.
The men around Aaron invited him into the house, while they waited outside the door.
Aaron then turned his gaze to the inside of the house.
The fire in the fireplace was burning brightly, and an iron rack was placed above it.
There was also a metal kettle on the shelf, as if something was being cooked.
In front of the fireplace is a small round table.
Two people were already seated around the round table.
One was a skinny man wearing a hood, and the other was a burly man with a full beard, fully armed.
They all faced Aaron, but none of them spoke.
Only when the kettle started to gurgle did the skinny man finally lower his clasped hands and gesture to the chairs in front of them: "Please sit down."
Aaron didn't stand on ceremony and immediately sat down at the round table.
At the same time, he activated the Shadow Eye to observe the two of them.
He immediately noticed that the two of them were enveloped in a rich fragrance.
That's right, they are both perfumers!
The hooded man asked in a hoarse voice, "Do you know why we're looking for you?"
"Because I was inquiring about obsidian, that's probably why I'm getting attention."
"That's right, but—unfortunately," the hooded man said, shaking his head.
Aaron was puzzled: "What's a pity?"
"Unfortunately, you're not another perfumer," the big man continued. "You're just like those who found you, a mere errand boy."
Oh, right, it's just a doll!
Strictly speaking, their judgment was correct.
Aaron retorted, "So what?"
"How much do you know about perfumers?" the hooded man asked.
"I know a little about it," Aaron replied.
"Spices have been locked away to the west of the ocean for thousands of years. As a result, the knowledge inherited from the East had no place to be used and was gradually lost."
Hearing the hooded man's words, Aaron asked curiously, "Wait, you mean inherited knowledge?"
"Only a small portion remains, and it's blurry," the hooded man shook his head. "Judging by my attire, you should be able to guess who I am, right?"
"Are you a wizard?"
“That’s right,” the hooded man grinned. “Wizards are accompanied by knowledge and are constantly exploring new places. Naturally, they will also inherit and study what their predecessors left behind.”
"Many ancient magical texts are now completely impossible to replicate. Why is that? At first, I thought it was because a crucial step was missing, but in fact, it's because a certain material is missing!"
"Spice!" Aaron blurted out.
“That’s right,” the hooded man nodded immediately. “If I hadn’t come into contact with the spices, I wouldn’t have been able to decipher that ancient knowledge. Furthermore, I deduced even more information, and that this world possesses some kind of stolen ability!”
Stolen abilities? Aaron was puzzled by the other person's words: "You mean the perfumer?"
"Yes, of course, this is just my guess, I don't have any solid evidence," the hooded man shrugged. "However, wizards are always meticulous, and our thirst for knowledge is always strong. To crack this, we need more clues. But I guess the clues are probably scattered all over the world, and it would be difficult for one person to collect them. Therefore, I keep expanding my team and trying to unite with other perfumers."
Hearing this, Aaron understood the other party's intention: "So, this is why you had me brought here."
"Yes, that's why I said it's a pity."
Upon hearing this, Aaron pondered for a few seconds and asked, "So, how many perfumers have you teamed up with now?"
"We are both, and there are two other people besides us."
"So, where did you complete the incense recording?"
"I am a native of the Frozen Continent. The location where I completed the recording of the fragrance is naturally the Frozen Continent. But I don't know about others. We explore the truth, but we do not pry into personal privacy."
Aaron nodded in understanding, then asked, "But not all of your companions are wizards, like this warrior, so I suppose not everyone pursues knowledge?"
"Hehehe, you're very clever, sir," the wizard chuckled. "You're right, but we also share information about the Perfumer, which is the key to our alliance. The Emerald Codex is incredibly powerful, and sooner or later we'll encounter selfish individuals. The enemy may be formidable, but having an ally is always better than having none."
Aaron could not refute this.
"I've said so much to you," the burly man suddenly interjected, "but it's all just empty talk. You're not a perfumer, you're of no value to us."
Aaron said, "In fact, I can make decisions for the people behind the scenes."
"So, do you want to cooperate with us?" the big man said impatiently.
"Cooperation is always fragile, but I'm not against transactions," Aaron said. "And the key to a transaction is fairness."
"A trade? Oh! Of course," the hooded man said with a smile. "One resource for another resource, one piece of intelligence for another piece of intelligence. That's how we operate."
Aaron nodded and replied, "I need obsidian."