It was noon, but Norlin felt a little cold.

Tumbling down alley is perennially cold, and Norlin feels even made of ice on the walls.

He wrapped his robe tightly, put his hands in his pockets, and walked aimlessly down Tumbledown Alley.

Along the way, there were quite a few strange-looking people passing by him. Most of them were hidden in cloaks, and they couldn't see their faces clearly.

But also, serious people who come to this hellish place.

Norlin glanced at the largest shop in Tumbledown Alley, the crooked shop with the sign that read "Borgin-Burke Magic Shop", thought for a moment, and walked in, ready to take a long look.

When I pushed the door in, the wind chimes on the door rang.

A man appeared at the counter hunched over, his hands repeatedly combing the greasy hair that hung down on his face.

He glanced at Norin, who had come in, and showed a sad smile, and said:

"Buying something or trading?"

Bogin - The Burke Magic Shop can also be used as a pawnshop, and owner Bogin Bock is fond of dark magic items with strange uses and unpredictable powers. Whether or not a deal can be reached that satisfies both parties depends on individual means.

His voice was as greasy as hair, giving Norlin goosebumps when he heard it.

"I'll take a look first."

Norlin said with a voice-changing spell. Although he is now a child, it is possible that he is another magical creature in the eyes of the uninformed.

He didn't want to expose his body as a child, otherwise if he didn't say anything else, he would definitely be slaughtered in terms of price.

When Bogin Bock heard this, his face suddenly lost interest, and he sat back at the counter, wiping the surface of the glass case.

Norlin looked at the glass case, containing a shriveled human hand on a mat, and a few candles beside it.

Norin vaguely remembered that it was called the Hand of Glory, and after placing the candle, the candle was only illuminated by the bearer, and it was a good helper for thieves and robbers.

I have to say that this thing is very useful, but the thought of holding another hand with someone else's corpse in his hand makes him feel a hiccup in his heart.

Norlin shook his head and continued to read.

On the counter were all sorts of human bones, a bloodstained playing card, and a glass eye that was staring at a man.

I guess the eyes of the mad-eyed man are purchased from here.

Norlin thought with some amusement.

Masks with terrifying expressions hung on the walls, and strings of rusty, long, sharp instruments hung from the ceiling.

"That's a mask of pain. It has a deterrent and intimidating effect, and is considered a weak soul magic. ”

Glancing at Norin's Borgin Burke, he was visibly interested in the face on the wall, and opened his mouth to explain.

"Does it have another name, Landry's Torment?"

The corners of Nolin's mouth twitched, and he asked with a wicked taste.

"Huh?"

Borgin Burke didn't react, thinking it was some other similar dark magic item, and asked thoughtfully:

Landry ...... Who is it? ”

Norin almost burst out laughing, and said with a forced smile:

"A thoroughly wicked man, his skull was made into a magic mask after his death."

"Where is this mask now?"

With a greedy glint in his eyes, Borgin Burke licked his lips and said urgently, "If you can tell me, take whatever you like here." ”

In the store of a game more than a dozen years later......

Norin thought to himself, shook his head, and said regretfully:

"I'm sorry, I don't know."

A cold light flashed from Bogin Bock's eyes, and he glanced at Norlin and said:

"That's a shame."

"Bring me a mask. How much? ”

Borgin Burke's talk of soul magic piqued Norin's interest, and he pointed to one of the ghost faces.

"29 Galleons, guest."

Bogin Bock said, glancing over the wall.

Norlin happily counted 29 Galleons and placed them on the counter.

Just as his hand was retracted into his robe, Bogin Bock's eyes suddenly lit up, staring at Nolin's left hand hidden under the robe, and said in a somewhat flattering voice:

"Guest, do you have any intention of selling the ring on your hand?"

"Huh?"

Norin raised his voice, thinking that this person's eyes were so good, he could see this, and said unhurriedly,

"And what do you want to exchange it for?"

"You don't have to pay Galleons for this Mask of Pain, and you can choose any of the items in the shop."

Bogin Bock gritted his teeth and said, a painful look, but the eagerness in his eyes did not escape Nolin's eyes.

"That's not interesting, Mr. Owner."

Norlin chuckled and pocketed the pain mask on the counter, indicating that he didn't want to hear Bogin Boctor.

"Well, honored guest, I was rude."

Borgin Bock spoke again. Norin's attitude was as he expected, and he knew the value of the ring when he could carry it with him, and his previous words were just a matter of luck.

"I'm willing to trade it for a necklace from our Bock family's ancestor."

Borgin Burck said, pulling out a long box, and when he opened it, it was a beautiful opal necklace for the day. He didn't touch the necklace, but pointed to it and said,

"There's magic on the necklace that speeds up meditation."

It's so dirty, it's no wonder that it can open a store here, and it's still the best store.

A cloud of anger rose in Nolin's heart, and he said with a smile:

"You put me on, Mr. Karaktakus Bock?"

Borgin Bock, who was suddenly called out by his full name, was shocked and no longer had the idea of underestimating the skinny guest. The one who can call his full name must also be a member of the Holy Pure-Blood Family.

"If you can prove it, I'll exchange. Put me on and see? ”

There was a cold light in Nolin's eyes, and he pressed forward step by step. This man is not honest and wants to harm him, and he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. If he really wants to fight, whether he can fight or not is another matter, he is still very confident in running away.

"It seems that the guests are really well-informed."

In the blink of an eye, Bogin Burke decided not to offend this unknown guest again, and bowed down to put away the necklace.

He walked into a small room and came out with a cloak in his hand.

"This cloak is not a family heirloom, but it is also extremely valuable. It can block a high-intensity spell at a critical moment, and only the Curse can break through its defenses. ”

Bogin Burke's expression was sincere, and this time he was genuinely interested in making a deal.

Norlin was raved by the cloak, it was a life-saving artifact. But he still sneered and said:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bock, but I'm no longer interested in trading. There will be a period later. ”

After figuring out the value of the ring, Norlin didn't want to stay any longer, for fear that he would be tempted by the cloak after a while.

He walked out of the shop without looking back, and behind him was Karaktarkus Bock's ugly face.