"Oh, that's it."

In the office, I informed Wayne of the situation, and he didn't look angry, and looked at me with a very flat nod

He pondered for a moment and said, "Randy, you should know about the recent black market, right?" ”

I wondered and asked, "Black market, what is a black market?" ”

"Hey, it seems that Claire didn't tell you about this, and the other students should know about it.

I saw a few of them on the competition team, and they often went there to exchange for materials. ”

Colaire sat down in his office chair, leaned forward, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "The black market in Bada City is open from December to January every year.

During this time, the vendors will be very active in selling their goods.

The disadvantage is that although the price of the goods inside is cheaper than that of the outside world, the channels are unknown and the quality is uneven.

The advantage is that there is a large flow of people, and the magicians are keen to purchase the corresponding supplies inside.

It can also be sold, which is a good way to make money, and you can follow others to try it. ”

The black market in Wayne's mouth is indeed the first time I've heard of it, and I didn't even know there was such a place.

Listen to him, the members of Trevor's team should have known about this place, but they, like Claire, didn't tell me.

Claire said that there was a high probability that he would think that his classmates would help each other and spread the news.

I don't have a good relationship with other people, which is why there is a lack of information.

After all, if it were me, it would be impossible for me to tell a stranger who has a bad relationship with a stranger for no reason, right?

Wayne reminded, "You've been training in school for so long, you should have learned how to make magic scrolls."

You find a way to sell the things you make, or magic items, on the black market.

You can't miss this time, the black market is only open during this time period. ”

Because it is winter, there is a scarcity of materials from the outside world, so is the black market only open during this time period?

If I were a smart businessman, I would definitely find a way to get supplies, in this kind of day when everyone is closed and honest for too much.

Hoard the supplies that everyone needs, but don't have this season.

This way you can make a lot of money.

According to the address given by Wayne, I came to the familiar city of Clicka and successfully found the black market.

Before coming here, Wayne specially told him that he must not reveal his identity when entering the black market, and it is best to wear a mask to hide his identity.

I understand this, because many of the goods in it are unknown from sources, and some illegally obtained property is not excluded.

If the identity is confessed, there may be a conflict.

The most important point is that it is mixed with fish and dragons, and a little low-key can avoid unnecessary trouble.

Wearing the wooden mask I bought, I entered the crowded black market, my eyes surveying my surroundings up and down.

This place is no different from the ordinary exchange meeting in the previous life, except that some vendors moved their stalls in a concentrated manner.

The streets are crowded with people, and I am careful to weave through them, and at the same time keep an eye out for pickpockets that may appear at any time.

"Hey, did the master take me shopping again?"

"Aha, you don't sleep when you go shopping?"

"Yes, master."

Elena's voice came to mind, and I communicated with her with my heart.

"I'm here to sell things to make money, I'm afraid the scroll you made for me will be gone, because I don't have enough money to sustain the rest of my life, so I'm ......"

"In this way, then I'll make a few more scrolls later, so that I can face life with my master!"

Elena was right.

I have no money, so naturally I can't buy her something to eat.

In fact, most of my money is spent on currying favor with Elena.

Without her, I would have been able to support the rest of my living expenses for a few more months.

But without her, I wouldn't even have had a chance to join a magic school, and I wouldn't have been able to become a magician.

That's why I'm here for myself, and for my gratitude to her for helping me.

"Dude, how much is a pound of the scroll you have here?"

"Oh, two copper plates a pound."

"Damn, is this scroll made of gold or silver, so expensive?"

"Two copper plates are still expensive?

You see how there is such a cheap scroll now, and it is sold by the pound, although it is low-level, but it is guaranteed to be freshly made, and the quality is absolutely qualified. ”

"Okay, you weigh me two pounds."

A stall on a black market corner caught my attention.

I saw a familiar figure.

Standing in front of the stall was a guy wrapped in white cloth, wearing a tattered robe and a skull mask.

His voice couldn't tell the difference between men and women.

I remember that he was the magician who had attacked me in the alley.

I haven't forgotten him, I still remember the events of half a year ago.

He seemed to be shopping, and it was a magic scroll.

It's just that this is the first time I've seen a magic scroll sold by catties.

Didn't I hear that magic scrolls are generally sold very expensive, and never sold by the pound?

Soon I found out why.

I saw that the stall owner had just taken the scaled scroll from the rod scale, and was about to hand it to the man in the white robe.

The white-robed man slapped the stall owner's hand away, and the scrolls were scattered on the ground, and the stall owner hurriedly bent down to pick them up.

"Is this scroll of yours authentic?"

The stall owner who was squatting on the ground frowned slightly, and said with a smile: "I opened a stall, can I sell you fakes?" ”

The white-robed man raised his voice and said, "I ask you if this scroll is authentic?" ”

"You're deliberately finding fault, don't you?"

"Hehe, I'm sure I want this scroll of yours if it's real, what if it's not true?"

The white-robed man squatted down and asked leisurely.

The stall owner quickly stood up and said angrily: "If it's fake, I'll eat it for you on the spot, okay?" ”

After saying that, the stall owner picked up the scrolls that had fallen on the ground, put them in the basket and handed them over.

"Fifteen pounds, thirty yuan."

"Where do you have fifteen pounds? There's something wrong with your scale. The white-robed man said.

"You're trying to find fault, aren't you?" The stall owner put the basket in front of the white-robed man: "Do you want it!" Do you want it? ”

The man in the white robe snatched the scale used by the stall owner, took off the scale, and put it down with the bottom facing the sky.

I saw at a glance that the inside of the scale was actually hollow.

It turned out that the stall owner was playing tricks and actually using fake scales.

"Hollow scales, this is the first time I've seen them, and besides, as you said, if this scroll is fake, you can swallow it yourself, ah?"

The white-robed man picked among the baskets containing the scrolls, and I noticed that he took one from the bottom, and then.

A "tearing" sound.

The scroll was easily torn in half by him, and there was ink in it that had not dried and splashed on the white-robed man's body.

"For this quality, you tell me it's true?

The paper used is cheap birch paper! ”

The white-robed man chuckled.

The stall owner's body was shocked, and he immediately said angrily: "Why are you tearing my scroll?" ”

The white-robed man suddenly took out a sharp dagger from his sleeve and stabbed it into the stall owner's lower abdomen.

"Ahh

The stall owner screamed in pain and was kicked away by the man in white robes.

He clutched his stomach, his mask knocked off, and shouted, "Sarilang, Sarilang!" ”

I watched this scene, looked at the stall owner, and realized that he was actually a classmate I knew, Franklin.

I didn't expect him to sell fake scrolls?

It's too inauthentic, isn't it?

Now that I was being poked on the spot, the people around me were attracted to watch, and I was among them, but no one stepped forward to help.

It seems that Franklin took the blame and deserved it.

The white-robed man said, "My sister came to you to buy a scroll last week, I thought it was a good product, and the price was low.

I didn't expect to be fooled, I want to teach you a good lesson now, and let you know what it means to have rules! ”

Franklin clutched his bleeding stomach and said with a frightened expression: "It's cheap and not good, don't you understand this truth, and where is there such a big hatred, as for stabbing me?" ”

"Hehe, I'm not only going to stab you, I'm going to kill you!"

The white-robed man held the dagger and pressed closer.

It seems that he is not joking, and it is not good if it really causes death.

Franklin is my classmate no matter what he says, and I am not so indifferent as to die that I can't save him, but only if I can beat the man in the white robe, otherwise why should I risk saving someone?

Just as I was about to step forward and stop it.

A few familiar voices came.

"Stop, what do you want to do to our people?"

"Franklin, what's wrong with you!"

Listen to the voices of Trevor and Mike.

The one who is relatively fat and wears a carp mask should be Trevor.

The only one left wearing a green mask was Mike.

"Trevor, Mike, you guys came just in time, this guy deliberately found fault and tore my scroll, you can help teach him a lesson!"

"And this?"

"You dare to be lawless in the black market, right?"

Trevor and Mike looked at each other and pulled out their wands.

But before they could make a move, the white-robed man took the two of them ahead and took out the wand in his arms to attack.

The white-robed man used wind magic, fast and accurate, and directly knocked the two of them into the air and landed heavily on the ground.

"I wouldn't mind having your companions bury you!"

The white-robed man pointed his black wand at Franklin, who was shocked, and his murderous aura was unleashed.

Seeing this, I hurriedly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Stop!" ”

The white-robed man turned around and, without saying a word, flicked his wand at me and attacked.

"Hand of the Tempest!"

"Waterspout!"

The other party used wind magic, and a large white hand came at me, and I used a waterspout to block it.

The magic of the two of us canceled out in a strange way, and the waterspout turned into droplets of water in the sky, and the big white hands broke into the wind, blowing softly past.

I directly used more powerful magic to create a white wind hand that was even more powerful than the other party, and smashed it into the white-robed man.

Compared to me, the white-robed man was not very fast in casting spells, or he was preparing for more advanced magic, so he shook too long and was busy chanting spells.

He was in place and didn't have time to dodge, and was smashed off the spot.

"Wait for me, I'll be back!"

After a few seconds of crawling, the white-robed man stood up with difficulty and scolded me angrily.

Under the mask that she was knocked off was Zhang Junxiu's cold face.

Wait a minute...... She seems to be a woman, but her breasts are a little flat!

Opening the Elven Eye, I found that it was boring.

She doesn't have a brother at all!