"If I'm not mistaken, you're here for the first time, what's the matter?"

It wasn't until he walked into the billiard room that Lewis was stopped by a big man with a billiard cue, who looked at Lewis with a slight warning in his words. Another big man also stared at Lewis with a slight wariness in his eyes.

The underground market isn't hard to get into, but it's not accessible to everyone, and Lewis guesses that the two men should be the equivalent of reviewers, and will be allowed to go as long as their identities are confirmed.

"I'm looking for Mr. Svein, and I think I have a big business to talk to about." Lewis took off his top hat and said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

He had very little money in his hand, even to a certain extent, but Svein had taken in a "monster", and perhaps the other party would be able to buy the potion recipe that the "monster" passed through at a high price.

"Mr. Svein?" The big man who stood in the way frowned, he handed the club in his hand to Lewis, and said, "Play a game with me, the bet is one pound, and Mr. Svein will be there soon." ”

As gatekeepers of the underground market, it is their usual practice to gamble with newcomers, and they can always take advantage of this opportunity to make some money, and Mr. Svein has no objection.

Lewis nodded, he felt that this should be a test, after all, Mr. Svein was a transcendent being, not something that anyone could see if they wanted to.

"I'll kick off first." Lewis was not polite, he picked up the club, and the moment he saw the balls on the table, the path of each billiard ball immediately came to mind, which is the characteristic of "accurate calculation".

With all the shots closed, Lewis lowered his club in the face of the other man's surprised gaze, moved his wrist, and asked, "Can I see Mr. Svein now?" ”

The big man was stunned, he took out a pound of banknotes and slapped it on the edge of the table, this is a real master, losing a pound is a good lesson.

"Another game? This time you open first. Lewis didn't expect the other party to really give money, he unceremoniously accepted a pound of bills, and immediately became interested in gambling.

"Mr. Svein will be here soon." The big man didn't give Lewis a good face, he put down the club and slowly rearranged the billiards.

By the time the big man had set the ball, Mr. Svein had already walked in through the small door at the back of the billiard room, wearing a naval officer's uniform, with messy brown hair and a serious smell of alcohol.

"So you have something to talk to me about? Young man, I hope that one of yours is important enough, or I will consider teaching you a lesson! Svein said in a deep voice that he was very upset with Lewis because he had been disturbed by his alcoholism.

"Do you really want me to say it here?" Lewis suddenly raised his inspiration, which can be regarded as a kind of communication between transcendents, of course, only for those who are more sensitive.

Svein felt a slight hint from the spirit, and he couldn't help but re-examine the young man in front of him, and said softly, "You follow me." ”

Passing through the small door at the back of the billiard room, a number of intricate rooms could be seen, and Svein invited Lewis into one of them, lighting the gas lamps in the room.

"You can understand that you are a transcendent being who is stronger than me, you know, I am not good at inspiration." Svein's tone softened a little, and he asked again, "Now, can you talk about that important thing?" ”

Looking at the flickering gas lamp fireworks and the solemn expression of the other party, Lewis was overwhelmed by this sudden seriousness, and he maintained the state of playing the role of "machine", and said in a deep voice; "Actually, I'd like to give you a potion recipe, and the name of Sequence Nine is 'Monster'."

"Monster, how do you know I want a monster potion?" Svein blurted out that it was the first time he had met Lewis, but Lewis knew him well, and even knew that he wanted a 'monster' potion, which clearly belonged to the School of Life.

"How much money are you going to sell this recipe for?" After a moment of silence, Svein asked in a solemn tone.

"220 pounds, I think you should know the value of the formula, 220 pounds for a transcendent subordinate, it's a good deal." Lewis smiled indifferently, and he tried to convince the other party.

"180 pounds! This is my final price. Svein sank his face and said coldly, "Judging the authenticity of a recipe is very expensive, and this is the highest price I can afford." ”

Of course, the price may not be very high, because he can find old Neil for divination, as long as he is willing to waive a little interest on the old fellow.

"Okay." Lewis agreed aside, he had already been mentally prepared, after all, the city of Tingen lacked the necessary notaries, and it was indeed a little troublesome to identify the authenticity of the formula.

Lewis wrote down the potion recipe and handed it to Svein, who put it away, a wrinkled smile on his old face.

"Welcome to the underground market, Mr. Lewis." Svein said enthusiastically.

Lewis shook hands with Svein and asked, "Do you have a deal for potions recipes here?" ”

"How could we possibly have a potion recipe deal here!" Svein affirmed: "You know, many recipes are strictly controlled by the organization and the government, and I don't want to invite those people. ”

Lewis nodded, this is too reasonable, after all, Mr. Svein himself is an official transcendent, if he openly sells potion formulas in the underground market, I am afraid that the local forces will have to investigate him a long time ago.

Lewis had no expectations for this, and he calmly walked through the doors and finally arrived at the underground market.

As soon as he stepped inside, he felt a strange phenomenon on his left, someone whispering something, and the other person triggered his inspiration.

Guessing that the other party should be the "monster" of the bar, Lewis turned his head to look, and he saw a young man with a pale face, wearing a shabby linen shirt and gray-blue trousers, this was Ademisor, a natural "monster".

Making eye contact, Ademisor stepped over, his bloodshot eyes wide and he laughed maniacally.

"Haha, the smell of depravity! Depraved...... Disgusting again! ”

Lewis smiled faintly, it was not surprising that he had the smell of depravity, after all, he had not only tasted the taste of witches once, but it was inevitable that he would be tainted with some witches during this period.

Although he was affected by the magical items in his body, there is no doubt that his actions were depraved, and the witch was also depraved by the way.

Avoiding Ademisor, Lewis strode towards the stalls in the market.

Suddenly, Ademisor collapsed to the ground, his body twitching, and there was a brief desire that should not have belonged to him......