A fish-man dragged through the crowd with heavy steps.

Although it was draped in a large black robe, the corners of the robe dragged to the ground, and the hood almost covered its chin, obscuring most of its physical features. But a small section of its dorsal fin on the back of its neck pierced the black robe and exposed to the outside, but it completely exposed the identity of the fish-man.

This also explains the strong stench emanating from the black-robed monster's surroundings.

According to legend, the fish-man is a savage, cruel, bloodthirsty and backward creature. Even though they are recognized as civilized races by the Wizarding Code, they are difficult to accept in the wizarding world because of the differences between civilizations.

Especially more than a hundred years ago, in the Second Lich War, the fishmen stood on the opposite side of the wizards, which made the reputation of this aquatic creature in the wizarding world decline even more.

Reflected in everyone's attitude towards this strange fishman, it is undisguised hostility and distancing. Everywhere it passed, all the wizards lowered their voices, pulled out their magic books, and took a few steps back. There is a momentum to smash spells if you don't agree with each other.

The fish-people may not feel the subtle atmosphere that permeates the air.

You may be able to feel it, but you don't care about it.

In short, it kept moving forward unhurriedly until it came to No. 97 Pedestrian Street, in front of the newly opened magic merchandise shop, and then stopped.

As aquatic magical creatures, there is no doubt that all individuals of the fish-man race have a natural aversion to land. Dry air, low air pressure, and the pointing gaze of the two-legged monkey can easily make the grumpy fish-man irritable.

But Iseni won't.

It's a quirky fish-man.

In other words, compared to other sinister, untrustworthy, and unideal fish-people of the same species, Iseni is more like a genetic mutation.

It is a very self-motivated, or rather ambitious, fish-man. It doesn't want to waste its whole life in the shallow water of the lake in the atrium of the school, nor does it want to stay in the underwater grotto all its life, smashing the hard shells of those mussels one by one with a stone axe to suck the meager mussel flesh inside, or staring at the seaweed at the bottom of the lake in a daze.

One stay is a lifetime.

Just thinking about it makes the fish-man shiver all over his body and shake his dorsal fin.

Iseni wants to go to the outside world.

I heard the old people of the clan say that if you swim out along the waterway of Linzhong Lake until you reach the end, you can find an endless blue world, where there are distant relatives of the fish-people - mermaids and krakens - but that blue world is not so friendly to fish-people like the land world outside the lake.

But none of this is in Iseny's considerations.

Whether the environment is suitable or not, friendly or unfriendly to other races, does not affect the young fish-man to break through the barriers and carve out a small world of his own outside the circle drawn by the old antiques.

Therefore, it practiced in winter and summer, and worked hard to survive and became the strongest of the young fishmen, so it was qualified to gather many equally restless young fishmen at the bottom of the lake to make deals with some of the students in the school outside the lake, and so it recently agreed to the invitation of a fat wizard who made a deal with it to join a newly formed wizard hunting team as a guest.

A hundred years ago, wizards and fishmen were still hostile to each other, and wizards' hunting parties searched for these evil creatures hiding in the backwaters, using their dorsal fins and eyeballs as trophies to show off.

A hundred years later, wizards can be in the same hunting team with the fish-people without care, and they can also giggle and joke with each other, and entrust their backs with high spirits.

There's nothing funnier in the world than this.

Of course, for Iseni, these truths are too subtle and profound, and he is not willing to waste his already abundant wisdom to interpret them. It prefers to focus on the thing it is fighting for.

It didn't know much about the terrestrial world before, so it traded with only a few masked wizard students. But as time passed, as some of the masked students turned against the water, and especially after the fat wizard had talked to him several times, the young fish-man suddenly became a little enlightened.

It thinks it should learn to swim with two tails, too—for example, the object of trade in the debris at the bottom of the lake seems to be a little larger, and for example, some wizards on land who hunt for curiosities may be interested in fish-man dishes and accessories.

In short, it feels that it should expand the range of traders.

At the No. 1 University Hunting Tournament held some time ago, Iseni met a young government-funded student, and although there was not much communication, he successfully performed the identity of a qualified robe. As a result, it has managed to expand its network in the terrestrial world.

So, when it had received an invitation from a young scholar at the bottom of the lake not long ago, it had only hesitated for a moment, and immediately agreed to go ashore for the opening of the little shop—even if it meant that it would have to waste nearly a week of completing all sorts of complicated forms and subjecting to the almost impudent tests of the wizards of First University.

As a sign of goodwill, it even included a salted frog leg as a gift in its reply.

That's its favorite snack.

And all the results, all the payouts, will be revealed after it steps into this small shop.

Before that, other irrelevant matters were not in the sight of the young fishman.

Ding Ding Finance and Pesticide Company——

D&K

Iseni grabbed the black and red card in his hand, compared it word by word, nodded, strode over the low threshold of the small store, and squeezed in regardless of it.

The crowd was filled with witches screaming and shouting, 'stink,' 'did the sewers blow up?' and 'is it a prank?' who dropped the skunk bombs?'

As the situation became clearer, the noisy crowd slowly quieted down.

Many wizards gave up looking at the exterior of the store or shopping in the store, and instead left with a straight face and a rage. It seemed to them that it was a great shame to be in the same room with the stinky guy from the bottom of the lake.

There were also some wizards who took out the magic book and watched the fish-man's every move cautiously, as if they were worried that the fish-man would have some bad intentions for the small shop.

Iseni turned a blind eye to this.

Behind it, the huge fishskin bag clanged.

Ignoring the strange or disgusted, or greedy gazes around him, the big fish-man slammed a fishskin bag on the counter on the left side of the shop, and exclaimed in a sullen voice:

"Mortgage, death. ”

......

When the old man Verne walked through the crowd and walked to the front of the shop, he happened to see the public scholarship student who was negotiating with the fish-man.

Sniffing the familiar stench in the air, the old man suddenly smiled lowly.

"They're all acquaintances. ”