According to the "Fool", the experiment of ritual magic must be carried out by Wednesday at the latest, and the materials required for the ritual he taught are not valuable, but there are quite a lot of types, Angel sorted out the inventory in the basement of the study, and found that he had to go to the underground market again to buy it to meet the demand.

The largest underground market in Tingen is the "Dragon Bar" in the docks.

Before joining the Night Watcher, Angel thought that this trading market was just a secret place passed on by word of mouth between occult enthusiasts and some wild extraordinary, but after "knowing" about this place from old Neil, Leonard, Siga and others, she found out that the dragon bar had long been exposed to the sight of the official extraordinary.

Rather, places like the Dragon Bar were opened with the tacit consent of the Church Extraordinary, so that the trade in most dangerous goods and extraordinary materials could be controlled, rather than allowed to flourish wildly.

After learning this, Angel didn't have any psychological burden to visit the underground market, after all, veteran night watchmen like Old Neil often went to the Dragon Bar to buy materials, so what was the problem with preparing for the practice of ritual magic?

After nightfall, she hired a two-wheeled carriage and went straight to the docks.

Considering that the purchase takes a long time, Angel did not let the carriage stay and wait, but directly paid the bill and let the driver drive away.

She herself bypassed the guards guarding the gate, the seemingly never-ending boxing matches, and the billiards players who seemed to be playing billiards but were actually protecting the secret door, and entered the underground market along the long secret passage.

The first time she came to the Dragon Bar, Angel was in a hurry to make a special bullet to deal with Mrs. Sharon. This time, her mindset and purpose were different, and she was able to leisurely walk through the underground market like a supermarket, carefully selecting the materials needed for ritual magic, and learning a long time along the way.

The house where the underground market is located is actually another building with the dragon bar in the back, which looks like a converted warehouse, with a height of more than 4 meters and an area of about 500 square meters.

Wandering from stall to stall, Angel quickly found the items she was interested in.

A young man with unkempt hair sat on a small round stool, his head drooping as if he were sleepy, and in front of him lay a number of small and delicate glass bottles, and beside him lay a pile of cloth bags of various sizes, several of which had been dumped revealing their contents, and Angel recognized the moon flowers she needed.

"Are you selling essential oils made from various herbs?" She leaned forward and bent down to pick up a glass bottle, the size of a thumb, with a metal stopper and a yellowish liquid inside.

The young man raised his head, looked at Angel, and was stunned for a moment before replying: "That's right, you didn't actually use it as a perfume, and I have already sent away several guests who recognized the wrong thing." ”

"Isn't perfume also a plant essential oil? It's just more fragrant than the ones you make. Angel pulled the metal cork, and a pungent smell came, well, golden mint.

"Of course it's different! Perfume is just a cosmetic, essential oils can be used as medicine, and it can also be ......" The young man blushed instantly, retorted eagerly, stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, looked around, and then continued: "...... Forget it, you don't understand, these essential oils are 5 soles per bottle, and if you buy more than 3 bottles, you can get a 10% discount. ”

"So expensive?"

Angel raised her eyebrows, given the production process of essential oils and the price of raw materials, as well as the extraction equipment required, she didn't really think it was expensive, but subconsciously suppressed the price.

"The price was set by my teacher, and he said that if you can't sell it, you can't lower it." The young man made a gesture with a straight face that he would rather die than bargain, but then added in a low voice: "...... Buying more than 3 bottles gives you an extra 5% discount? ”

Estimating that no amount of words could be negotiated for more discounts, Angel nodded in agreement.

"Okay, at this price, I need golden mint, moon flower, ......" She quoted the type of essential oil she needed in one breath, and in order to avoid exposing the detailed needs of ritual magic, she deliberately picked two more types of essential oils.

Unexpectedly, the boy's stall had a very complete range of essential oils, and the two additional essential oils she added were skillfully selected by the boy one by one and packed into a delicate cloth bag.

"It's £1 and £9 plus ...... 9p. The boy quickly calculated the discounted price, handed out the cloth bag in one hand, and took the bill paid by Angel in the other. As soon as he retrieved the three-pence coin, he turned back to the stall owner behind him and said, "Hey, old man, I have enough money, I want all those herbs." ”

The stall owner, whom he called "Old Man", happily took the money and handed the boy a large bag of unknown medicinal herbs.

Is this called "making the difference"......

Seeing that the money he had spent on buying a few bottles of essential oils turned into herbs that could extract at least several times the amount of essential oils in the young man's hands, Angel had seen the huge profits of the underground trade.

Of course, she doesn't have professional extraction equipment, even if she buys herbs, she can only soak them in alcohol, which is slow to extract, time-consuming, inefficient, and easy to mix impurities, and is not suitable as an essential oil for ceremonies, which can only make the difference between the young man.

Lifting the cloth bag in his hand, Angel didn't dwell too much on this matter, if it only took a few pounds to complete the task assigned by the fool, the price would not be too expensive.

She recalled the items needed for ritual magic, the ritual dagger could be replaced with an ordinary carving knife, as long as it could make a spiritual wall, and it was best to purchase all kinds of meals on the same day to ensure that they would not rot, so that only the sandalwood candle for the ritual was left.

Continuing past several stalls selling materials and finished products, Angel came to a middle-aged man who was selling various amulets to other customers.

For the extraordinary, who could make his own charms and amulets, there was no point in spending money on amulets made by ordinary people based on their flawed occult knowledge, and she cared about the sandalwood candle that the stall owner placed in the corner, which was more translucent than ordinary candles made of animal fat, and the body of the candle was more slender and could distinguish them from other candles at a glance.

"How do you sell those candles?" After waiting for the middle-aged man to fail in his sales pitch and sit back on the low stool, Angel asked.

"Well, what?"

The man looked at Angel suspiciously, following her gaze to the candle.

"You want to buy candles? No, no, this one is not for sale, I use them to make amulets. Why don't you take a look at these amulets......"

He picked up the silver amulet with the cut-out and feather-shaped decoration that he hadn't sold, and handed it to Angel.

"5 Souler." Angel didn't look at the amulet in his hand, but quoted it directly.

"This one belongs to 6 Suller, 5 Suller can only buy ...... over there" The man did not understand what she meant, still fiddling with the silver amulet.

"I mean candles."

The middle-aged man was stunned, and it took a while to react, he looked at the amulet in his hand, then at the bundle of candles in the corner, and hesitated for a moment.

"Alright, they're yours......"

The man sighed and agreed to the deal.

The price of ordinary candles is generally 1/2 pence, even if sandalwood candles are several times more expensive, it will take less than 2 soles to buy such a bundle of 10 candles, Angel forcibly bought it at a premium of more than double the price, which really broke through the man's psychological bottom line, he threw down the silver amulet in frustration, took the bundle of candles and handed it to Angel.

"I didn't expect that the first business I made today was actually to resell candles." He took the note of 5 Sules and laughed at himself, "It seems that selling candles is probably a more profitable business than making amulets." ”

Unexpectedly, his eagerness to buy candles hit the stall owner, Angel smiled bitterly and comforted: "I'm sorry, I'm just in a hurry to use these candles, it's not that the talismans you made aren't worth the money, these, um......"

She pressed the tip of her tongue against her back molars, opened her vision, looked at these dull amulets, and was agonizing how to praise against her will, but suddenly felt a spiritual disturbance behind her, as if her own inspiration was pulling her, and she wanted to be wary of that direction.

Ignoring the frustrated middle-aged man, she turned to look behind her, and across the wall of the two rows of stalls sat a thin young man, dressed in the linen shirt and blue-gray trousers that dock workers often wear, his crumpled clothes and pants that seemed to have not been washed for a long time, his godless eyes staring at the sky, his mouth squirming and not knowing what he was muttering.

The passers-by in front of him seemed to have become accustomed to the presence of young people, and turned a blind eye to his strange behavior, only to bypass him a little bit to avoid touching him.

"Who's that?" Angel pointed at him and asked the middle-aged man who was wiping the amulet.

"An orphan, unnamed, insane, who babbles gibberish every day, yells at strangers, and is often beaten when he encounters grumpy people." The man glanced at Angel's point, and replied casually, "If it weren't for the kindness of Mr. Svein, the manager here, he would have been thrown into the Tasok River." ”

Reopening the vision, Angel looked closely at the crazy young man, but found nothing more.

It may take a "psychic" or "soothsayer" who is good at vision to see something...... She licked her teeth and turned off her vision, no longer caring about the young man.

After acquiring the candles, Angel's main task was completed, but she was not going to go back immediately, but continued to browse the different stalls, watching the bargaining and arguing of others, and buying a few materials at the right price from time to time.

She even met the shy man with a round face sitting across from him during the day's ride in a public carriage, who was haggling over an intricately designed, ornate-looking ceremonial knife, and judging by the stall owner's self-resistance to submission to repeated nods, the initiative of the transaction seemed to be in the hands of the man who looked like he had just come of age.

Sensing Angel's gaze, the round-faced man looked sideways, as if he also recognized Angel, smiled and said a few words to the stall owner, and walked over with a knife.

"Beautiful lady, we meet again."