Another world, I have an elf magician

"Oh, that."

In the office, I informed Wayne of the situation. He didn’t show any emotion or anger on his face, and nodded at me very calmly.

He thought for a moment and then said, "Randy, you should know about the recently opened black market, right?"

I was confused and asked: "Black market, what is the black market?"

"Hey, it seems that Collier didn't tell you about this. Other students should also know about this.

I saw several members of their competition team often go there to exchange for materials. "

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

During this time, vendors will be extremely active selling their products.

The disadvantage is that although the prices of goods there are cheaper than outside, the channels are unknown and the quality is uneven.

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

It can also be resold, which is a good way to make money. You can try it with other people. "

The black market that Wayne mentioned was indeed the first time I had heard of it. I didn’t even know there was such a place.

According to what he meant, Trevor and several members of the competition team should know about this place, but like Collier, they didn't tell me.

Fortunately for Collier, he most likely thought that his classmates would help each other and spread the news.

My relationship with other people is not good, so there is a lack of information.

After all, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to tell good news to a stranger with whom I'm not close for no reason, right?

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

You just try to sell the things you made, or magic items, on the black market.

It's a big deal if you miss this time. The black market is only open during this time. "

Because it is winter and supplies are scarce outside, is the black market only open during this time?

If I were a smart businessman, I would definitely find a way to get supplies, in this day and age where everyone is shut up and there is too much honesty.

Stock up on supplies that everyone needs but are not available during 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 Humda and successfully found the black market.

Before coming here, Wayne had specifically warned him not to reveal his identity when entering the black market. It was best to go in wearing a mask that concealed his identity.

I understand this, because many of the goods inside are from unknown sources, and some illegally obtained property cannot be ruled out.

If the identity is revealed, conflicts may arise.

The most important point is that there is a mixed bag of good and bad people inside, so being low-key can avoid unnecessary trouble.

Wearing the wooden mask I bought, I entered the crowded black market and looked up and down at the surrounding environment.

This place is no different from the ordinary exchange meeting in the previous life, except that some vendors have moved their stalls here together.

The streets were crowded with people, and I walked carefully through them, keeping an eye out for pickpockets that might 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 appeared in my heart, and I communicated with her from my heart.

"I'm here to sell things to make money. I'm afraid the scroll you helped me make is going to be gone because I don't have enough money to support my future life, so..."

"That's it. Then I'll make a few more scrolls later, so that I can face life with the master!"

Elena's words are true.

I have no money, so naturally I can’t buy her delicious food.

In fact, most of my money was spent on pleasing Elena.

Without her, my remaining living expenses would be able to support me for a few more months.

But without her, I wouldn't even have a chance to join a magic school, and I wouldn't have the opportunity to be a magician.

Therefore, I came here for myself, but also to thank her for helping me.

"Brother, how much does the scroll you have here weigh per pound?"

"Oh, two copper plates per pound."

"Damn it, is this scroll of yours made of gold or silver? It's so expensive?"

"Two copper plates are still expensive?

Look at the scrolls that are so cheap nowadays. They are sold by the pound. Although they are low-end, they are guaranteed to be freshly made and the quality is absolutely up to standard. "

"Okay, you weigh me two pounds."

A stall on the corner of the black market caught my attention.

I saw a familiar figure.

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

His voice was indistinguishable from male to female.

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

I have not forgotten him. What happened half a year ago is still fresh in my mind.

He seemed to be buying something, and what he bought was a magic scroll.

However, this is the first time I have seen a magic scroll sold by a pound.

Didn't I hear that magic scrolls are generally very expensive, and there is never any saying that they are sold by the pound.

Soon I discovered why.

I saw that the stall owner had just taken the weighed scroll from the steelyard and was about to hand it to the man in white robe.

The man in white robe slapped the stall owner's hand away, and the scroll fell to the ground. The stall owner hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

"Is this scroll of yours true?"

The stall owner squatting on the ground frowned slightly and said with a smile: "I run a stall, can I sell you fake goods?"

The man in white robe increased his voice and said, "I ask you, is this scroll true?"

"You are deliberately looking for trouble, right? Do you want it?"

"Haha, if your scroll is real, I definitely want it. What if it's not real?"

The man in white robe 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 packed up the scrolls that fell on the ground, put them in the basket and handed them over.

"Fifteen pounds, 30 yuan."

"How can you get fifteen pounds here? There's something wrong with your scale." said the man in white robe.

"Are you trying to find trouble on purpose?" The stall owner placed the basket in front of the man in white robe: "Do you want it? Do you want it?"

The man in the white robe grabbed the scale used by the stall owner, took off the weight, and put it down upside down.

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

It turned out that the stall owner was playing a trick and used a fake scale.

"Hollow scale, this is the first time I've seen it. Also, as you said, if this scroll is fake, you should swallow it yourself, huh?"

The man in white robes picked through the basket containing the scrolls. I noticed that he took out one from the bottom, and then.

A "tearing" sound.

He easily tore the scroll into two halves, and there was still undried ink inside, which splashed onto the white-robed man.

“As for this quality, are you telling me it’s true?

The paper used is all cheap birch paper! "

The man in white robe chuckled.

The stall owner shuddered and said angrily: "You're going to tear my scroll apart, right?"

The man in white robe suddenly took out a sharp dagger from his sleeve and stabbed the stall owner in the abdomen.

"what!"

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

He held his stomach, his mask was knocked off, and shouted loudly: "Sarilang, Sarilang!"

I watched this scene and focused on the stall owner, and found that he was actually a classmate I knew, Franklin.

I didn’t expect him to be selling fake scrolls?

It’s too unauthentic!

Now being exposed on the spot, people around were attracted to watch, including me, but no one came forward to help.

It seems that Franklin deserves the blame.

The man in white robe said: "My sister came to you last week to buy a scroll. She thought it was a good product and the price was low.

I didn't expect it, but I was fooled. I'm going to teach you a lesson now and let you know what it means to follow the rules! "

Franklin held his bleeding belly and said with a horrified expression: "Don't you understand that cheap goods are not good? And where can such a big hatred come from? As for stabbing me?"

"Haha, not only will I stab you, I will also kill you!"

The man in white robe held a dagger and pressed forward step by step.

It seemed like he wasn't joking. It wouldn't be good if someone died.

Franklin is my classmate no matter what, and I'm not so indifferent that I won't save anyone, but only if I can beat the man in the white robe. Otherwise, why should I take the risk to save others?

Just when I was about to step forward and stop him.

Several familiar voices came.

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

"Franklin, what's wrong with you!"

The voices are Trevor and Mike.

The one with a relatively fat body and wearing a carp mask should be Trevor.

The only one left wearing a green mask is naturally Mike.

"Trevor, Mike, you came just in time. This guy is deliberately looking for trouble and even tore my scroll. Please help teach him a lesson!"

"Is there still this?"

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

Trevor and Mike looked at each other and decisively took out their wands.

But before they could take action, the man in white robe was one step ahead of them, took out the wand in his arms and attacked.

The man in the white robe used wind magic, which was fast and accurate, and directly knocked Trevor and the two away, landing heavily on the ground.

"I don't mind letting your companions bury you with you!"

The man in white robe pointed the black wand at Franklin, who looked shocked, and his whole body was filled with murderous aura.

When I saw this, I quickly stepped forward and lowered my voice: "Stop!"

The man in white robe turned around and without saying a word, he swung his wand at me and launched an attack.

"Hand of the Wind!"

"Waterspout!"

The opponent used wind magic, and a big white hand came towards me. I used a waterspout to block it.

Our magics offset each other in a strange way, the waterspouts turned into water droplets all over the sky, and the big white hands disintegrated into the wind, gently blowing by.

I directly used more powerful magic to create a white gust of wind that was even more powerful than the opponent, and hit the man in white robes.

Compared to me, the man in the white robe didn't cast the spell very quickly, or maybe he was preparing for more advanced magic, so he swung forward too long and was busy reciting spells.

He was on the spot and had no time to dodge, so he was knocked away on the spot.

"Wait for me, I will definitely come back!"

After crawling for a few seconds, the man in white robe stood up with difficulty and angrily yelled at me.

Under her knocked-off mask was Zhang Junxiu's cold face.

Wait...she seems to be a woman, but her breasts are a bit flat!

Opening the Elf Eyes, I discovered something fishy.

She has no brother at all!