"--When did you start selling garbage?"

In the underworld's trading market, Golden Viper stands in front of a shop specializing in cursed items, mocking the store's goods in a rather disdainful tone.

The shopkeeper Verorence was stunned, and then, his ugly face, who understood one of the golden viper's words, showed a look of grievance,

"I'm all here for the best, Mr. Viper!"

He hurriedly put a dragonskin glove on his right hand with many protective spells, so that he dared to touch the goods he was selling. Verorence picked up the vampire fangs that had just been swept by the golden viper's gaze, and he held it up and handed it to the golden viper, shouting hard,

"With your eyes and knowledge, you must have recognized it, this is the vampire's fangs, Mr. Golden Viper, you know how powerful this creature is-"

The shopkeeper, Verorenne, lowered his voice and said to Jin Vi in a deceitful tone,

"The fangs you see are said to be from a powerful vampire from the fifteenth century."

"Fifteenth century?"

Jin Vi sneered,

"I think fifteen days ago was pretty much the same, Willorence, the venom in this vampire's fangs hasn't dried yet-"

"yes, yes, I know it's unbelievable, Mr. Golden Viper, but that's what the collector who sold it to me said. Hundreds of years ago, the fangs were not carefully protected, and the venom in the fangs still seemed to be fresh, how incredible! ”

Will Lorens shook his fangs and smiled bewildermently,

"There is a powerful curse attached to the tusks here, Mr. Viper, and it is not like those shoddy 'crafts', the curse on it is natural. As long as anyone accidentally touches it, hiss--"

The shopkeeper shuddered a few times,

"His blood will drain you in an instant, and I bet you, Mr. Viper, that even Amosta Bryne and Albus Dumbledore won't be able to resist the powerful curse it carries!"

"Yes."

The golden viper whispered undeniably, perhaps in order to echo the story that the boss racked his brains to concoct, the golden viper tilted his head again to look at the miserable white fangs with gold circles inlaid at the roots, and after a moment,

Uproar-——

Willorence did his best to interpret the story of the fangs, and suddenly, the golden viper waved his palm and snatched the fangs from the boss's hand.

This sudden change caused Willorence to raise his staff, but when he saw the golden viper raise his fangs and check its color through the green torch upside down in the sky, he foolishly hid his staff back behind his waist.

"Not bad--"

After a moment, the golden viper bowed slightly, he threw his fangs on the plank like garbage, and his retracted hand wiped the wings of his nose behind the swirl of mana, "It left me with a little nosebleed—"

The Golden Viper showed the back of his bloodstained hand to Verorence, causing the shopkeeper to laugh.

"This undoubtedly shows that you are much stronger than Amosta Bryne and Albus Dumbledore, Mr. Viper, many times stronger. Such! ”

I know that if things continue to develop like this, then the business will be ruined.

Willorence saw that the Golden Viper was somewhat interested in the fang, and he picked it up again, cheering up his spirits,

"For the sake of the once good relationship, Mr. Jin Viper, I can give you a very good discount as long as . Three hundred gold gallons, and you can take it from me! ”

The shopkeeper had predicted that the Golden Viper was indeed a little interested in the vampire fang, and if he was not mistaken, the tusk had been 'treated', and the nosebleed was just a disguise to cover it up.

"Forty gold gallons--"

Jin Viper said in an indifferent voice.

Velorense took out the jumping expression that he had prepared a long time ago, but before he could play, the golden viper turned around and wanted to leave, and now, he was really anxious.

"Alright, well, just forty gold gallons, doing business with you is always a loss, Mr. Golden Viper!"

Verorence, who had earned thirty gold galleons in tears, said in a 'fit of rage' as he quickly wrapped the fangs in the skin of an unknown magical animal, tied them with rope, and stuffed them into the golden viper's sleeve.

Finally made the first business of the day, Willorence wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes were already looking for the next customer in the crowd that came to me, however, the 'Great Wrongdoer' who put away his fangs did not leave his stall, and after a short silence, the golden viper spoke again,

"Do you have any other interesting gadgets here, Willorence?"

Verorence raised his eyelids and looked at the golden viper with a little surprise, and then, after reacting quickly, his face was once again filled with a flattering smile,

"Of course, Mr. Viper!"

Willorence's eyes drooped, and he swept over the items on the table, hesitating for a moment what to sell.

"Don't expect me to buy your pile of garbage again, Willorence—"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in the Golden Viper's tone, "I want a really powerful curse, not these toys that can't even curse goblins--"

Really awesome guys?

Hearing this, Willorence not only did not show timidity, but smiled even brighter.

"Oh, I do have some. You know what is taboo, if it's too harmful, the Ministry of Magic won't sit idly by, so it's inconvenient to put these things on the stall, but"

Verorence rubbed his fingers,

"You know, these things are from the hands of the masters, so."

Click-

The hand in the sleeve snapped his fingers, blocking the eavesdropping of the overly curious guys in the nearby stalls, he leaned down slightly, even though his face was covered by the magic mask, but the cold air emanating from his body still made Willorence shudder,

"Money isn't a problem for me, Willorence, as long as you come up with something that piqus my interest--"

With these words, Verorence became more motivated, he turned and walked to a wooden box behind the chair, and after fiddling with the magic lock a few times, the replaceable ground space in the box was locked, and then, he turned around and beckoned to the golden viper,

"It's not convenient to show it publicly, Mr. Viper, so--"

When the golden viper walked into the stall, the black cloth rolled from the edge of the shed above the stall suddenly dispersed, forming an enclosed space that could not only isolate the view, but also provide some protection.

The large wooden box was lifted, and under the watchful eye of the golden viper, Willorence lifted out of the wooden box a small dusty alley the size of a Muggle boarding box.

"You'll be in for a wide opener, Mr. Viper!"

Will Lorence said excitedly.

But the truth was much more than Willorence expected, and the Golden Viper, who had just been willing to spend forty gold Galleons for a prank prop, suddenly became the most discerning buyer, and no matter what precious curse props he came up with, the Golden Viper was mercilessly criticized after observing it.

"I'm disappointed, Willorence, this is your precious collection, the treasure at the bottom of the box?"

Twenty minutes later, the golden viper straightened up and said in a very impatient tone,

"You're completely wasting my time!"

"What do you want, Mr. Viper?"

Also disappointed is Willorence, who is ready to get all the rewards for the tasks that Golden Viper has been paying for this period of time, but he didn't expect things to develop like this.

"Verorence--"

The golden viper was silent for a moment, and then said slowly,

"You're a connoisseur of curses, Verorenus, and I'd like to ask you, have you ever seen a curse that separates the curse from the curse itself?"

(End of chapter)