Lukka almost rolled out of bed and walked briskly to the door to put his hand on the handle, but his movements slowed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Are you from the black market?" he asked in a low voice, opening the door a small slit.

The other party's clothes made Luca stunned for a moment, he originally thought that the liaison in the black market would either wear brocade clothes and gorgeous clothes to show off their wealthy nature, or dress neatly, at least it should reflect the word "black".

But the man in front of him was wearing a linen coat of the most ordinary primary color, with no decoration on it, and even the merchants who had taken refuge on Tata Island were dressed more decently than him.

This person's appearance is also mediocre, medium height, medium fat and thin, medium age, and none of the facial features on his face can make Lukka turn his head for a few seconds to remember.

"Lord Lester, may I go in and talk?" the other asked.

Luca thought for a moment and didn't let him in. In the middle of the night, he casually let strangers into the bedroom, even if he wasn't a big girl like Ollie, it felt weird after all.

"Let's go to the study and talk. What's your last name?" Lukka said as he led the other man to the other end of the hallway.

The other man followed him and replied, "My surname is Black." ”

"Black?" Lukka hesitated, wasn't that black?

"Do you have a colleague named Market?" Luca quipped, using the name to make up the whole black market.

"Next time I come back, I'll be called that. Blake replied in a serious way, as if the naming rules for black market employees were really like that.

When he came to the study, he took out the envelope that Lukka had sent out during the day from his pocket, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Luca waving his hand.

"You sit down for a while, give me five, no, ten minutes. Lukka said, pointing to the couch.

Blake nodded, sat quietly on the sofa, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and stared intently at the dial.

Lukka sat down in the chair behind his desk and reached for his quill, which was stained with ink. Even if there was a black market employee on the other side, he could only slack off for a moment.

The message that Selva Fez has just left, although Luca has not yet figured out the main point, is of great importance and cannot be left out.

Therefore, before his short-term memory dissipates, he has to record everything he has seen, without falling behind. You know, people say that once you wake up, you forget most of what you do in your dreams, and Lukka doesn't want to take that risk.

For a moment, all that was in the study was the "rustling" of Luca's quill across the parchment, and the "ticking" of Blake's pocket watch.

When Lukka recalled all the details and wrote the last stroke, Blake, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up, pointed to his pocket watch and said, "Lord Leicester, it's ten minutes coming." ”

"The time is just right, do you see how accurate I pinch?" Lukka inserted the quill back into the pen stand, and secretly smug in his heart: can I not be sure? I have cast a time synchronization spell on your pocket watch, and if I don't finish it, your watch will never go for ten minutes.

After a few seconds of joy, the smile on his face suddenly froze, his hands trembled a little, and cold sweat began to break out on his body.

Where did I learn how to synchronize time?, Lukka looked at the furnishings in his study, and his heart was confused. Is he still in the fictional scene that Selva created?

He pinched his thigh, it hurt. But does this explain the problem? Advanced illusion magic can easily create all kinds of false sensations, and pain is certainly one of the sensations.

Lukka suddenly had a flash of inspiration, closed his eyes slightly, and mobilized a force in the spiritual starry sky.

The nebula in the southwest of the starry sky suddenly lit up with a brilliant halo of colorful light, the power of illusion that even the fragments of the Void's consciousness once coveted. This time, however, Lukka didn't use this power to cast any spells, but let the power of illusion completely unhindered, pouring out without any rules, filling the entire study.

After three breaths, the aura of the power of illusion was under his control, and it retracted back into the spiritual starry sky. Such an action does not trigger any magical effects, on the contrary, under the impact of this power, all the illusory sensations created by magic are completely dispelled, and the original shape of the thing is revealed.

Lukka looked up, the study was the same as before, and the Blake in front of him had not changed at all, even the few threads on his coat were exactly the same as they had been a few seconds ago.

"You're real! This study is real!" Lukka breathed.

"Of course I'm true, I don't believe you look at my work card. Blake pulled out a brass sign and handed it over.

Lukka waved his hand to say that he didn't need to look at it, and he didn't doubt Blake's identity at all.

"Are you alright?" Blake asked, looking at a sweaty Luca, wondering if the business would have to be postponed for a few days.

"It's okay, did you bring an offer for what I'm going to buy?" Lukka took a deep breath to calm himself down, although he still didn't understand what the "Time Synchronization Technique" was all about, but now it was important to talk about the black market business, magic matters, and wait until dawn to discuss it with Shut Up.

"Brought. Blake said as he handed him an envelope.

Lukka held it in his hand, a little crying and laughing. That's the one he put in the mailbox during the day, but the seal has already been opened.

He pulled out his letter and saw that under his trade request, someone scribbled in black ink on the blank space: "Ten million silver coins each, double the lord himself." ”

Now, Luca was sweating more than he had just now, he stood up, walked over to Blake, and patted him on the shoulder: "I said Xiao Hei, are you too dark?"

Blake nodded solemnly: "That's right, we're on the black market." ”

"Is the price negotiable?" Lukka wanted to make one last effort.

"No, the black market never bargains. Blake replied.

"Forget it, then you can go, I won't buy it, I can't afford it!Sorry not to send it!" Lukka sat back in his chair impatiently.

"It's okay, it's a regular thing. There was no trace of frustration on Blake's face that caused the collapse of the business negotiations, "Then please pay the estimate." ”

"Estimate, why hasn't anyone mentioned this to me?" Lukka jumped up from his chair again.

"Well, because you are a pirate lord, our boss values your business very much, and this time he gathered all seven appraisers to appraise together, so there is this fee. Of course, ordinary small shrimp do not have to pay this money to buy things. Blake explained.

"How much is that?" Lukka felt that the price would definitely not be low.

"A tenth of the quote, which is a million silver coins. Blake replied.