One thing Jason could be certain of was that mystical powers were transforming his body subtly and imperceptibly! When accumulated to a certain extent, a qualitative change was inevitable. And this process of accumulation should be quite lengthy, but it was not without ways to accelerate it, just as the Dufol Language combination of “Protection Against Evil” and “Mist Concealment” when combined, had a complementary effect, making the mystical power more concentrated. That should be one of the methods to accelerate this change. What Jason considered was: Since there was a complementary effect, could there be… The answer was affirmative. Career systems in the Mystical Side all had their restraints. How could the secret techniques within a career system not have restraint? Upon seeing Jason, the old earl’s servant immediately saluted. “I am very sorry, Lord Jason.” “Due to my negligence, you have once again suffered an attack.” Eric was about to bow in apology. Clearly, the old earl’s servant had completely freed himself from the influence of The Planner who used ‘illusion’. He not only remembered what had happened but also could no longer ignore the body of the ‘illusion’ Planner in Jason’s room. Jason stepped aside, avoiding such a salute. “He came because of me,” “It has nothing to do with you.” Jason knew why those guys came, so he wouldn’t arbitrarily take his anger out on others Not to mention, the other party had already given enough compensation. The Kansa Burrowing Dragon was truly delicious. After nodding to Eric, Jason entered the underground hall. The mixed, noisy sounds had already vanished at this time. Everyone was sitting around in front of the old earl’s tent. However, the old earl was not present. Instead, he let these people freely exchange, just like the name of this phase: public exchange. “I need complete information on ‘warrior’ level one, including the ritual.” “I can offer 150 Gold Crooks.” “Or equivalent goods.” A person cloaked and with their face covered announced loudly. The people around were unmoved. The person increased the offer. This time, someone spoke up. “At least 220 Gold Crooks,” said another person dressed similarly, standing among the crowd. The person seeking ‘warrior’ level one information hesitated for a moment before ultimately agreeing. Then, the two entered the tent to make the trade. Obviously, with the old earl’s notarization, both parties felt quite assured. Next, another person stepped forward. “I want a sword branded with spell-like enchantments, it must be sufficiently sharp!” Like the previous person, he stated his request. Jason slowed down his steps, approaching as quietly as he could. He didn’t want to disturb this public exchange phase. However, when he was about 5 meters away from the crowd, he was still discovered by a few people with very sensitive perception. These people turned around and saw Jason with his trophies. Then, their expressions changed. Thanks to their sharp senses, they could detect the faint smell of blood on Jason, which couldn’t be washed away even after cleansing, and with those trophies, they were not fools—they immediately made some guesses. And the actions of these people naturally caught the attention of those around them, who also turned around. Then, one by one, their bodies stiffened. Some were frightened. Undoubtedly, these people that move in the Mystical Side had also noticed something. They all stared at Jason, but Jason, being watched by everyone, seemed oblivious as he scanned the crowd. The crowd, in turn, immediately looked down or gazed around, unwilling to meet such a gaze. And Jason had found his target. The clown mask was conspicuous. Jason spotted it immediately. He then walked towards Taniel.