When Mason returned to the trading hall on the second floor of Star Castle, it was noticeably more lively.

More booths were set up, but the atmosphere was not like a simple trading event, but more like a social gathering. Senior members from different worlds walked around, chatting or discussing business.

There were even young men and women dancing gracefully to the soft music in the venue.

Everyone here belonged to a C-level team.

At least one member of each team was a C-level individual, representing the elite power of the Star Society.

The Council of Twelve, as the name suggested, consisted of only twelve people. There were 400 members at the level, nearly 2,000 C-level members, and when including the core members of each team, the total number would not exceed 50,000.

The D-level and E-level individuals who were not capable enough were not counted.

Because the combat power of the servants was always weak, they were practically synonymous with weaklings, just like the pseudo-army. The elite power of the Star Society already sounded quite formidable, but it was still far from enough to fulfill the organization's missions.

Deploying 50,000 people into the parallel world system of the multiverse was like dropping ink into the ocean. Fortunately, the Star Society was only responsible for exploration and development.

The subsequent development of the worlds to be explored was handled by other "sister organizations."

"The more I understand, the more I feel that the organization I am in is truly unfathomable."

As Mason walked into the crowd, he muttered to himself, "Compared to leaving here, it is still a bit more difficult to leave the Penguin Gang."

"That Hunter didn't tell the truth. Although he answered many questions for you and me, I can be sure that he is hiding much more."

The hat on Mason's head said to him, "Don't easily develop a good impression of him, Mason. Young people are always reckless in such matters. You need to realize that what he does is more important than what he says.

He is manipulating people's hearts, and you must not fall into the trap."

"I'm not naive to that extent, my dear hat."

Mason walked through the crowd and replied in his mind, "I just confirmed that the Hunter is on our side. This means that it will be easier for me to carry out the task you warned me about. We don't even need to consider the aftermath.

Look, he treats me as cannon fodder, and I ask him to help me deal with some trouble. This is a reasonable trade, right?"

The hat no longer responded and silently agreed with Mason's statement.

The young man did not pay attention to the colleagues around him who were socializing, and he even declined the dance requests from a few drunken ladies. He returned to the trading hall on the second floor and continued his "freeloading business" near the booths where transactions were still taking place.

He almost went booth by booth, stopping to inquire about things that interested him.

In less than an hour, Mason had obtained seven alchemy formulas and three engineering blueprints. He also observed some excellent magic accessories and obtained the jewelry processing patterns he urgently needed.

However, the trade fair prepared for senior members was indeed of high quality, and it was difficult for Mason to fully analyze the advanced items brought from various worlds with his current skills and knowledge.

For example, the small ark reactor he had seen before was of a level that he couldn't even analyze the blueprints for.

After browsing the entire hall, Mason also discovered things that were difficult to classify, such as "Genova Cell Enhancer," "Perfect G Virus," "Perfect Servant Army T-Series," "Autumn Wind Dune Orbital Landing Module," and even "Sealed Card-Faced Battle Armor" and "Disposable Insect Arrow Replicas."

There were also several booths selling ancient Titan eggs and larvae, which seemed to be doing very well. Mason had never heard of the various items that the level members used for trading with each other.

This made Mason, who aspired to be the king of freeloaders, feel a sense of frustration at entering the treasure mountain but returning empty-handed.

Actually, he had quite a few good things in his hands.

If he really took them out for exchange, he could grit his teeth and get some items he needed, such as the ark reactor or the orbital drop power armor he had just seen at a booth.

But in the end, Mason resisted the temptation.

Walking the path of a craftsman meant that he would be able to make these things himself in the future. At this stage, what he urgently needed were more blueprints and knowledge that he could practice making.

Knowledge is power!

For Mason, this statement was an absolute truth. Spending a lot of money to buy finished products would be a complete waste for him, and becoming stronger was always a step-by-step process.

He had always been rational in this regard. Poverty forced him to be rational.

"I'll take this book."A dozen minutes later, Mason put down the replica of Captain America's shield in his hand with a look of regret. He pointed to the book next to the shield. Under the slightly mocking gaze of the stall owner dressed in a dark Sith costume, Mason took out a Heart of the Arctic Ocean pearl from his bag to pay for it, and put the thin book into his bag.

Although the blueprint of Captain America's shield that he couldn't decipher was obviously more attractive, Mason still painfully gave it up.

He looked at the booklet in front of him, and the information tag quickly popped up:

Midnight Doctor's First Aid Manual.

Item Effect: Learn various secret battlefield first aid techniques applicable to superhumans.

Item Description: Right-click to learn... What a beautiful thing to think about? Go practice honestly!

Mason ignored this terrible description and opened the booklet in his hand to look at a few pages.

Then a familiar presence appeared behind him. Barbara Gordon, dressed in a Batgirl costume, was holding a cocktail. She seemed to have just finished a dance, and her whole body was exuding a youthful vitality.

"Mason, where have you been?"

Barbara asked, and Captain shrugged and said softly, "I went to see a friend. What about you guys? Where are John and Ertong? They better not spend all of our team's budget."

"John left with a lady who was so enchanting that she looked like a demon. I saw them hugging and kissing in the elevator as if no one else was there."

Barbara pouted and said, "Jason went to the hall next door. I heard there is a martial arts competition between members there. As for Selina and Judy... Look, they are over there."

Mason looked in the direction Barbara was pointing.

In the middle of the dance floor in the hall, Selina, who had changed into an evening dress, was leading a blushing Miss Judy in a dance to the melodious music.

There were many people around admiring the elegant dance of the two ladies, and whistles sounded from time to time.

"Um, it seems you're safe."

Mason whispered to Barbara beside him, "You may not know it, but Judy is a..."

"I know."

Barbara gave Mason a white look, took a sip of her drink, and said relaxedly, "When she took the opportunity to touch my waist in the warehouse, I knew her little secret. But I don't mind these things. In fact, there is such a 'unique' person in the Bat family, but she has been retired for a long time."

"Batwoman?"

Mason put away the first aid manual in his hand, also took a glass of lemon juice from the elf waiter next to him, added a few drops of joy and stimulant to it, leaned against the stone pillar next to him and said to Barbara, "I heard that the old Batwoman in Gotham tried to fight against Jason before, but was ruthlessly broken by Ertong?"

"I don't know about that, I haven't been in contact with her for a long time."

Barbara flicked her fiery red hair and waved her hand at a handsome man who wanted to come over and invite her to dance.

She indicated that she was not in the mood now.

She admired the dance of Selina and Judy not far away, and said softly, "Thank you for bringing me here, Mason, my mood has improved a lot, and maybe I should return to my life in a few days. If I don't go back, my dad and Grayson will go crazy."

"Are you sure?"

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Mason took a sip of the juice and asked, "You know, once you join us, there is no such thing as 'quitting', girl, you can return to your life, but when I call, you must respond."

"I know, and I don't resist these things."

Batgirl showed a smile, turned her head and blinked at Mason, "Judy told me and Selina everything she knew about the Star Club. We are now very sure what you want to do by staying in this organization.

Don't worry, Mason, I will help you.

Because it's the right thing to do!

All the luxury and fairy-tale wealth here are built on countless suffering worlds. Without you, our world might also become part of this 'spoils of war'. I think I probably understand why Bruce trusts you.

And you said I might find new meaning in life on this journey.

Now I've found it. It's a goal more meaningful than assisting Batman or protecting Gotham. A goal that belongs to you and also belongs to K Squad. Losing the identity of Batgirl will no longer make me feel lost, I have filled it with a more powerful new identity and new career."

As she spoke, Barbara flicked her fiery red hair, raised her glass, and said to Mason, "Come on, let's toast to our common cause."

"I actually doubt that you don't know what I want to do at all, but since you said so, I am also very happy to maintain a good relationship with my team members and my legally adopted sister. So, cheers."Mason smiled and clinked his glass of juice with Barbara's wine glass. They chatted casually until Selina and Judy dragged them onto the dance floor.

The three girls completely let loose tonight.

Selina even personally taught Mason how to move his feet to the music. She placed Mason's hand on her waist and said, "You're only 17, Mason! Occasionally, do something that someone your age should do. Consider it a favor to me."

"I think what I should do now is go back to my room and complete the potion recipe I just learned, instead of wasting time dancing here. I just received some news, Selina, and I believe that after you hear it, you won't feel like dancing anymore."

"Then let's talk after we finish dancing!"

Catwoman said decisively.

She then led Mason in a spin, as if manipulating a puppet, and under her guidance, Mason completed his first dance in life with a serious face but steady steps. His gray windbreaker swayed left and right with Catwoman's hot dance moves. Barbara and Judy joined in, and for a moment, whistles filled the air, making Mason the most handsome guy in that moment.

Well, Mason had to admit that occasionally taking a break from work and having fun was indeed enjoyable.

The party lasted until late at night.

The three wild girls even went to the Viking bonfire feast held by the Asgardians outside the castle and played until midnight before returning.

But Mason was destined to be the "champion of staying up late" tonight.

He was the champion of staying up late every night.

He spent a lot of time collecting all the blueprints he could decipher in the trading hall.

By the time he left, there was even a rumor among the shopkeepers in the trading hall that he was a "stingy little ghost who only looked but didn't buy."

But Mason didn't go back to rest.

Instead, he left the trading hall and came to the bustling market outside the Star Castle, which was open to all members.

He spent a few minutes taking out a steel folding rack, a backrest chair, and alchemical utensils from his luggage and placed them on the table. He also took out the alchemy, engineering, and newly acquired inscription and enchantment items from his pocket. He even set up the sign he had made in front of the table.

Yes, he was going to set up a stall here.

The items in the trading hall were too high-end, and Mason, who couldn't complete all the achievements of freeloading, felt dissatisfied. He decided to make a big profit from the ordinary members of the Star Society during these few days.

Mason's goal was clear. He needed blueprints and recipes.

The physical integrity of the items used for exchange didn't matter much. If he could find some slightly damaged items, he could repair them and practice his skills.

Moreover, for this snobbish guy, it was more uncomfortable for him to waste a night resting than to be killed.

Now, in a quiet corner of the lively market, he set up a crucible and started throwing various materials into it while simmering. At the same time, he also made some "mysterious cards" that were unlocked before the inscription branch.

Similar to magic scrolls, these cards could produce some wonderful effects without the need for the caster's assistance, making them very suitable for ordinary people who didn't understand magic.

Mason believed that these things would definitely make a lot of money.

"What is this? I haven't seen it before."

Soon, a customer came over to inquire. It was an old man dressed like Gandalf, who curiously picked up several cards of different colors that Mason had placed on the table.

He found that both sides of these things had patterns and contained magic, but he didn't know how to activate them, so he asked with interest.

Busy stirring the liquid in the crucible to make a pot of "Thunder" potion, Mason explained casually, "I call it the 'Darkmoon Card,' sir. This is a part of our world's secret system. After each card is unsealed, it will display its face, and then you will know its purpose.

But don't expect too much. This is just an ordinary magic item that can only release some ordinary magic. However, you can test your luck with it."

"Luck?"

The old man raised an eyebrow and said with interest, "How do you test it?"

"The first edition of the Darkmoon Card contains four sets of card decks, each with eight cards. If you can collect all of them, the magic contained within can fuse the eight cards into a mysterious high-level magic accessory."

Mason didn't hide anything and said frankly, "Although according to records, the effects of the four sets of card decks are very powerful, this thing is like opening a blind box. I really don't recommend it for companions who are short of money. It's easy to lose everything."

"Hmm, it does sound like a scam."

The old mage stroked his beard and said, "Can you show me the physical items?""I actually want to."

Mason pursed his lips and said, "But I haven't collected them all yet. This thing falls under the category of mysticism. Guest, even as the creator, I don't know the specific cards until it is unsealed."

"Then give me a few more."

The old mage winked, took out his Hermès wallet, and said, "I'll try my luck."

"No, no need for money."

Mason sealed the boiling potion with a lid, turned around to wipe his hands, and pointed to the cards on the table, saying, "Barter system, guest. Here, all you need are blueprints and formulas from any field, or even some broken things. As long as knowledge is contained within, I don't discriminate."

"Oh, I see. Even a scavenger like you can make it sound so nice, seeking knowledge. Hmm, I used to be shameless like that when I was young."

The old mage pursed his lips and looked Mason up and down, saying, "You're a beginner, right? Many inexperienced beginners try to take advantage of this method, but let me give you some advice, young man. It's not necessary to go through all that trouble.

If you want good things, just go to the Adventurer's Hall in the Star Castle and take on bounty missions. Join a high-level team as a follower, and you can have a share of the rewards.

As long as you dare to take risks and are willing to work hard, you'll have everything you need after a few exploration missions. In the magical world of the Great Thousand Realms, you can always obtain what you need.

The moral standards here in the Star Castle have declined. The newcomers are even more cunning than monkeys. It's not easy to snatch good things from their hands."

Seeing that Mason only maintained a gentle smile without answering, the old man snorted. He took out a thumb-sized thing from his luggage and threw it to Mason, saying, "Is this enough?"

"This..."

Mason glanced at it and raised an eyebrow.

He swiftly opened the drawer of the table and took out dozens of mysterious cards he had made before, saying, "Of course it's enough. You can try it slowly. If it's not enough, come find me. I can make the cards on the spot and make sure to give you a complete set to make you happy. But, do you still have this thing? I'll take as many as you have."