Irene raised her head proudly. There were actually many mobile black markets like this. Due to the intervention of the Alien Bureau, these black market merchants lived a nomadic life like the Puseis.
At this time, Locke had a sense of déjà vu as he followed the boss into a bank to rob.
He wrapped his scarf tighter, only revealing his two bright eyes, and followed the footsteps of the black cat Irene and entered a Betro herb shop.
The black cat jumped on the counter, taking elegant cat steps, her blue eyes flashed with wisdom, and her claws seemed to be controlling something.
The apprentice in the herb shop began to pick through the medicine cabinet, weighed it with a scale, packed 100 grams of lemongrass, handed it to Locke, and said with a smile,
"Dear guest, welcome to come again next time."
Locke reached out his hand, quickly put the herb bag into his coat pocket, turned around and left without looking back.
The black cat continued to walk gracefully, and took Locke to visit four stores, buying Cretan white moss, bay leaves, and bloodroot.
The last step is to find the key materials for making potions, the eyeballs of the phantom rabbit and the heart of the colorful rose.
Irene turned her attention to a man in black robes at the corner of the alley, exuding a rotting aura.
Locke followed the black cat Irene to the man in black robe with a strong smell.
The black cat's face showed a human expression of disgust.
She glanced at Locke again, feeling that she had sacrificed too much for this servant, and even had to make a deal with a hunter who smelled of rot.
This hunter must have been severely cursed when he was catching some kind of magical monster, which caused his body to exude a disgusting aura.
Under the black robe, half of his face had rotted away. Even without a mask, no one would be able to recognize him.
"Guest, what would you like to order?"
The man in black robe simply ignored Locke, bent down, and said to Irene in a gloomy tone,
"It's not okay to take it for free. I'm not as easy to talk to as those medicinal merchants."
Locke swallowed and watched as the man in black robe stretched out a pair of bloody hands.
His body is rotting!
The flesh and bones on the hands seemed to be peeling off, but they were tied up with blood-stained ribbons, like a mummy that had just failed to be made.
Even Locke, who often saw the corpses of homeless people, felt queasy at this moment.
A sense of fear arises spontaneously.
Locke felt that the person in front of him who could see through Irene's tricks must be a ruthless character. He subconsciously wanted to pull Miss Witch away and look for the next target.
Unfortunately, Miss Witch doesn't seem to be planning to leave.
She endured the unpleasant smell of the hunter in front of her and said,
"I need the eyeballs of the phantom rabbit."
The man in black robe made an offer,
"500 golden grams."
Locke's brows frowned slightly. Didn't Miss Witch just say that she only needed 300 golden grams?
This black marketeer is so shady that he actually paid a premium of 200 gold grams!
"In exchange for this."
Erin waved her paw, signaling Locke to bend down.
Locke knelt down and the black cat Irene took off the red crystal pendant from his neck.
When the man in black robe saw this necklace, a greedy look appeared in his terrifying eyes wrapped in flesh and blood.
"make a deal."
He grabbed a rabbit with snow-white fluff from the linen bag in front of him. Except for its green eyes, this rabbit was no different from other long-eared rabbits.
The man in black robe stretched out his hand and dug out the eyeballs of the fantasy rabbit directly on the spot, causing the fantasy rabbit to scream in pain.
The man in black robe stuffed the eyeless phantom rabbit into his pocket, holding the two freshly baked eyeballs in his hand, with a charming smile on his face.
"Dear guest, forgive me for being rude. If you don't do this, you may only get two stones."
Locke was both shocked by the cruel scene in front of him and ashamed by his serious lack of occult knowledge.
It would be great if Irene was willing to be his teacher and teach him about the occult field.
He thought so.
The man in black robe took out a brown paper bag, wrapped the two eyeballs still stained with blood, and handed them to the black cat Irene.
Erin didn't reach out to pick it up, but glanced at Locke.
Locke immediately took the brown paper bag, quickly wrapped it and put it in his coat pocket.
This thing is a treasure worth 300 gold grams, with a premium of 200 gold grams!
Although the act of removing eyes from living subjects is unacceptable.
Irene also threw the witch's red crystal necklace into the hands of the man in black robe. The man in black robe quickly put the necklace on his neck, as if he was afraid that Irene would change his mind at any time, and looked around with wary eyes.
Locke didn't feel that his charm had increased. He still felt that this was an existence that looked scary, exuded a putrid smell, and didn't want to get close to him at all.
The black cat Erin turned and left, followed by Locke.
She suddenly jumped on Locke's shoulders,
"Go faster."
Locke understood and quickened his pace.
When passing by a small tent selling various amulets, Miss Witch took a leaf-vein-shaped amulet and stuck it on Locke's body.
"What's this?"
Locke asked.
The next second, Locke felt his body change.
"The invisibility talisman can last long enough for us to leave Dier's black market."
Locke and Irene had just become invisible when the man in black robes chased after them with red eyes. The red crystal necklace around his neck had turned into a rattan.
Behind him, the merchants from the herb shop also chased him.
"See a man with a black cat?"
"Damn it, he just manipulated me and took my medicine for nothing!"
"Damn you bastard, where did you escape to?"
The alley, which was not spacious enough, instantly became a mess.
The men in black robes and the herb merchants did not leave a tent unattended, transforming themselves into the most dedicated and violent law enforcement officers. In the process of searching for "prisoners", they disturbed the business of many merchants and ushered in a burst of complaints.
Locke heard the fat boss selling amulets mockingly.
"Are there times when cunning hunters who exude rancidity are fooled? Hahaha, stupid herbal merchants, if you were half as smart as me, you wouldn't drop anything."
The fat boss put away his charms one by one and counted them. His smooth forehead gradually wrinkled, his round body turned in a circle like a groundhog, his hands clenched into fists, and his cheeks turned red.
"Shameless thief! Shameless thief! Shameless thief!!!"
The fat boss's roar could be heard almost from the entire street.
Locke swallowed and walked towards the back door of the pub without stopping.
Finally, before the angry crowd arrived, he knocked on the back door of Montegro's Tavern.
