109: Sequence 9 is too low-level

Locke Galahad didn't expect such an unexpected surprise, so he hurriedly smiled and put the booklet away.

Seeing him like this, the puppet didn't think much of it; instead, it felt a trace of youthful vitality from him:

"Alright, your conditions should be finished now, right? It's time to talk about my conditions."

Locke Galahad tucked the booklet into his chest, then stored it into his Personal Space, and looked at the puppet with a smile on his face:

"Speak, what do you want to cooperate on? However, I must state beforehand that you cannot make me do things that go against my own principles."

The puppet stared at him deeply, then nodded: "Rest assured, my condition is very simple for you."

"Then tell me, let me hear it."

Although Locke Galahad had accepted quite a few benefits, he didn't immediately agree; after all, he was a man of principle.

"I want you to not only kill Marcus, but also kill the werewolf progenitor, William."

"Are you sure... your condition is this?" Locke Galahad frowned slightly, feeling a bit incredulous.

"Yes, I want you to go and kill Marcus and William. Of course, you must give me their corpses afterward."

With a look of confusion, Locke Galahad countered: "Since you want Marcus to die, why did you manipulate a puppet to release him? Don't you know I went to kill him that day?"

"At that time... the timing wasn't right; Marcus couldn't die yet." The puppet spoke with an indifferent expression, feigning depth.

"Alright, I can agree to this condition."

Locke Galahad narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the puppet, and nodded in agreement, but immediately afterward, he stared at the other party and proposed another condition.

"However, if it's this condition, then you have to add something more."

"Hmm?" The puppet was puzzled.

"Think about it, you just took out two booklets and a bit of information, and you want me to kill two Sequence 9 powerhouses, while also wanting the supernatural polymer. No matter how I look at it, I'm at a loss, don't you think?"

"Rest assured, when you give me the supernatural polymer, I will give you something of equivalent value."

The puppet was already accustomed to Locke Galahad's stingy and shameless personality, so it didn't bargain with him again.

"Moreover, the things I give you will definitely not be lower in value than two Sequence 9 supernatural polymers."

"Hmm... give it then, can't you give it now?"

Facing his request for advance payment, the puppet just glanced at him indifferently and said nothing more; its attitude was very clear.

Seeing this, Locke Galahad's tone suddenly rose, and he continued:

"Aren't you afraid that I'll raise the price on the spot and not give you the two pieces of supernatural polymer?"

"Do you know... what my strength is?"

The corners of the puppet's mouth curled up slightly, staring at Locke Galahad with mockery in its eyes, as if saying: You brat, you took my things and still want to go back on your word? Are you looking for a beating?

"Uh..."

However, Locke Galahad didn't take this seemingly threatening remark to heart. Instead, he grinned, scratched his head, and said a bit sheepishly:

"Although I don't know your strength, if I remember correctly, you seem to have just sworn an oath to the Goddess of the Night..."

"I assume you haven't forgotten, right?"

As soon as his words fell, the expression on the puppet's face froze instantly, then it immediately reverted to its wooden appearance, pretending as if nothing had just happened. But even so, it still gave people a feeling that it was extremely awkward.

Locke Galahad saw this and knew that the other party had realized it only in hindsight, so he couldn't help but feel a surge of secret joy, feeling fortunate for the request he had made earlier.

"It's a good thing I made him swear an oath to the Goddess of the Night, otherwise, it really wouldn't have been that secure later on."

"Ahem, speak, what else do you want?"

The puppet felt annoyed just looking at Locke Galahad's face now, but due to certain things, this cooperation could only be entrusted to Locke Galahad, so it couldn't wait to finalize the cooperation and leave.

"No other requirements, just give me what you promised in advance."

The puppet shook its head, expressing helplessness:

"No, Sequence 9 items are too low-level, and I don't have any spares on me."

"Since the Sequence 9 supernatural polymer is too low-level, where did that one from just now come from?"

The puppet stared at Locke Galahad for a long while, then said leisurely: "That was something I picked up from some blind guy on the road. I really don't have any on hand now."

"You don't have it now, but will you have it when I kill those two?"

Locke Galahad suddenly felt that although the puppet in front of him was made of wood, its way of speaking was quite annoying.

Facing the questioning, the puppet nodded calmly: "If I can't give you two pieces of Sequence 9 polymer by then, then that means you've earned it."

"I hope you keep your word." Locke Galahad gave the puppet a very unhappy look.

Honestly, I don't know if the puppet was being pretentious, or if it really thought that way.

Anyway, Locke Galahad found it very uncomfortable to listen to.

What does it mean by Sequence 9 is too low-level? Isn't that just insulting him indirectly for being low-level?

Good grief, it's acting as if its own strength didn't slowly rise from the Sequences.

"Fine, then it's settled."

After finishing, the puppet raised its hand and slapped an invitation card bearing the Secret Cult symbol onto the table, pushing it in front of Locke Galahad.

"This is the invitation card for the New York branch of the Secret Cult, the largest private supernatural organization in New York. After you take this card, someone will notify you when the gathering begins."

Locke Galahad reached out and grabbed the card to take a look; it was indeed somewhat different from the one Emilia used to show him.

Of course, the symbol of the Secret Cult was the same, and even the patterns and many details on the card were identical.

The biggest, and only, difference was that the invitation card in his hand carried the aura of an Extraordinary Creature. Although it hadn't reached the level of Sequence 9, it was enough to show its extraordinariness. After all, it was just an invitation card, the same kind of thing as a movie theater ticket.

From this small glimpse, Locke Galahad could sense the financial power of this Secret Cult.

You have to know that the material of the one Emilia took out at the time was very ordinary.

After Locke Galahad examined it in front of his eyes for a few moments, he stuffed the card into his pocket and continued to ask:

"The largest private supernatural organization? So, according to you, there are official supernatural organizations in New York too!"

"Is the official organization the Church or the FBI?"

He had finally caught someone who understood information about the supernatural world, so naturally, he had to ask enough to be satisfied.

"Hmph, kid, our transaction has ended. Why should I still answer you?"

Thinking about how it had been glared at by the Goddess because of him just a moment ago, the puppet felt a bit angry, so it didn't want to answer any more questions he raised.

"If you don't answer me, then our transaction is void."

Locke Galahad leaned back in the chair with an air of composure, crossing his legs; he looked just like a street hooligan.

Although it sounded and looked like he was being shameless right now, sometimes, having shame wouldn't get you more things.

These were all things he had learned from playing RPG games.