"I'm glad you're satisfied. ”

In front of the shopkeeper with black eyes, dressed in a pale blue robe and with a buckle belt around his waist, the muse slowly closed a small box with an intricate pattern, hiding a crystal as black as ink inside.

"Not bad. ”

"It is indeed the soul crystallization of the quasi-legendary undead creature Winged Nightshade. ”

"I want it. ”

The muse had no intention of bargaining, and directly took out three golden tickets with faint divine power fluctuations from the space bag, all of which were worth 10,000 gold coins, and then pressed them on the table and pushed them to the shopkeeper sitting opposite the low table.

These golden tickets are large money bills certified by the Temple of Wealth, bearing the divine power mark of the Goddess of Wealth, which is almost impossible to forge, and can be cashed in at any Temple of Fortune on the continent of Norlanda.

Although there is no official temple of wealth in Ainro, this does not mean that the Golden Ticket cannot be used.

In fact, due to the frequent trading of high-value items between high-level mages, the use of Golden Tickets is extremely frequent in addition to barter.

"Oh. ”

"Customer, you are a cheerful person. ”

The smile on his face was even bigger, and the shopkeeper only slightly sensed the fluctuations of divine power on the golden ticket to know that they were all real.

"So, do you need anything else?"

"Our store also has the tentacles and ...... of the Giant Insect Nightshadow"

After the two of them had collected the golden ticket and the small box containing the Winged Nightshade, the shopkeeper enthusiastically continued to sell his goods to the Muse.

"No need. ”

"I've had enough surprises here. ”

Pulling the hood that had covered most of his face, the muse said in a deep voice, and as soon as he had finished speaking, he stood up, walked straight out of the door of the small room, and went downstairs to the outside of the shop.

In this regard, the shopkeeper did not make any moves, but silently watched the back of the muse gradually disappear, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face......

Stepping out of the mage shop called Nightwings of the Wild, the Muse blended into the flow of people on the street, leaving the area after just a few turns.

Inconspicuously following the direction of the flow of people, he silently pondered where to go next.

After almost an afternoon of searching, the Muse browsed almost all the larger mage shops in the Ayinro business district, but only found three or two auxiliary materials for crafting arcane objects.

As for the most critical master material?

None were found

Fortunately, Muse didn't think that it would be so easy to find all the arcane materials he needed, after all, it was the product of large-scale plane colonization during the Arcane Empire, and the unique products of each plane converged in the material background of a country.

"The formal and legal channels are gone, and then there are gray channels, and even those channels that are not legal......"

The reason why the commercial area of Ayin Luo is known as being able to buy almost all existing spell materials is of course not only those regular mage shops that can be exposed to the sun, but also various ways to hide in the shadows and even in the dark, such as various small exchanges and underground auctions.

Of course, they are not accessible at random.

Even if they're right next to you, as if they're within reach.

However, for the muse, it is very easy to get in touch with these ways, as long as you master the right methods.

Alan is a broker, a person who introduces people to buy and sell and earns a commission from them.

And he is still quite famous in Ayinro's broker circle, not because of how high-end and powerful the transactions he has contacted, but because he has been doing this business in Ayinro for more than twenty years, but he has perfectly avoided danger again and again, and has not let his life be threatened in any way.

After all, as brokers who walk in the gray area most of the time, it is normal for them to encounter the slightest accident in the process of contacting and selling, not to mention that most of the customers they serve are still spellcasters with great power in Ayinro.

And although his peers call himself "Lucky Alan", Alan himself clearly knows that the reason why he can have this seemingly magical resume is definitely not illusory luck, but prudence and restraining greed are the real ways to create all this.

Therefore, now for the caster who inexplicably appeared in front of himself drinking in the tavern, and then somehow let himself follow, and even agreed to take him into an underground auction held in the evening, Alan not only did not have the slightest resentment, but in the bottom of his heart, fear prevailed, and he just wanted to quickly complete his request and then hurry away.

"My lord, the auction is held in a private place, please come with me. After slowing down, turning around and whispering, Alan continued to walk forward.

Of course, the caster who found Alan was the muse, but he didn't answer, just followed quickly.

After walking through the streets for half an hour, they came to a remote location in the business district and walked into a small shop.

It's a remote location, and there is no business in the shop, except for a thin old man lying on a chaise longue behind the counter, looking lethargic.

"Shopkeeper, get up and do business. Alan smiled at the muse, then turned and took a few steps forward, knocked on the counter, and said loudly.

The thin old man opened his eyes, glanced at Ai Lan lazily, and then glanced at Han Li behind him, then slowly sat up, and after yawning, he said in a hoarse voice, "What are you two going to buy?"

"Of course it's the best thing in your store. As he spoke, Alan's fingers seemed to slide inadvertently across the table.

At a glance, the Muse saw that the lines drawn by Alan's fingers on the table seemed to form a strange pattern.

A glimmer of essence flashed in the thin old man's dim eyes, and after taking a deep look at Alan and Muse, he suddenly said in a vicissitudes of voice: "Under the hot sun!"

"There will be darkness with you!"

Alan replied solemnly.

After the coded Q&A had passed, the thin old man smiled at the muse behind Alan, "Welcome, new guest, but anyone who comes here for the first time needs to be verified by our censors......"

"We don't just ask the identity and intention of the customer, as long as you abide by the rules here and show enough strength, you are our most honored guest!"

"Enough strength?"

The muse wiped his hands and unfolded five golden tickets with a face value of 10,000 between his palms.

"How's that?"