This tent is just like this black market. From the outside, it looks ordinary. Only when you walk inside will you find something special.
The space inside the tent had obviously been enlarged by the Traceless Stretching Charm. Its area seemed to be as big as a hall, but it was almost filled with goods.
The goods here are dazzling: mainly all kinds of rare or controlled potion raw materials, everything from the severed head of a giant monster to a mushroom with strong hallucinogenic properties.
This tent has the most complete range of banned magic materials in this black market, and even in England. It can be said that as long as you have money, you can kill a unicorn on demand.
Aaron met its owner, who was a stooped wizard with wrinkles on his face as deep as ravines. One of his eyes was only turbid white, which looked very scary.
Aaron took off his hood, revealing a normal face that he wore when walking outside - after using some disguise magic.
"It's me, France."
"Ah, Mr. Klein, I haven't seen you for a while."
The owner of the tent, France, came out from behind a glass cabinet containing a bloody Pegasus heart, looking at Aaron with evil intentions with one eye.
"What do you want to buy? Today there is a new batch of winged snake venom from South America. I wonder if you are interested."
Aaron shook his head: "No need."
He is not a newbie. South American winged snakes are very precious, rare and powerful magical creatures, and their venom is almost impossible to obtain. Given France's character, Aaron thought he might have used the venom of an African tree snake or something to pass it off.
"Same as last time, I want some snakeskin and other potion ingredients..."
Aaron handed over a roll of parchment, and France took it and looked at it. His pale lips kept opening and closing:
"Let me see...African sunflowers, star crystals, night herbs, Atlantic mermaid scales..."
"You have to be an adult." Aaron added.
Frances glanced through the entire list and shook his head: "What you want is so rare that even I can't get it together here."
"It doesn't matter, I believe in One-Eyed Fulen's ability - what do you have on hand now?"
"Before saying this, Mr. Klein..."
France squeezed out two cold laughs from his throat: "In business, even if these things can be collected together, the price will never be very low. I want to hear your price."
"I have gold, lots of gold - isn't that enough?"
France shook his head: "We are all sensible people, so there is no need to play this trick. You also know that just a sunflower costs at least several hundred galleons. This is already the most expensive thing on your list." Something that’s easy to get!”
"So, what do you want?"
France smiled sinisterly and showed a bit of greed: "I need something more valuable, such as some fairy products with historical value, or a powerful curse seed."
"Just like last time, I saw a cursed seed that was very precious and had great power in history. Just a teaspoon of it could create the Black Death that swept across Europe."
"This thing you are talking about is not called a cursed seed, it is called a virus..."
Aaron was a little speechless. He shook his head: "I don't have these things on hand, but I have some substitutes that are heavy enough."
With that said, Aaron took out a box from his cuff, which contained several bottles of magic potion.
"I snatched these potions from vampires... No, they were traded peacefully. I think you also understand vampires. It's not easy to get things from them."
Seeing this box, France's one eye suddenly flashed with greedy light.
He carefully took the box and looked at the bottles - it could be seen that these were the craftsmanship of vampires and were very gorgeous. They contained different types of potions, but all of them were rare in the market. Precious category.
But France ignored the other potions, his eyes always fixed on one of the bottles.
He touched the bottle gently, a strange greed on his face.
The bottle contained a blood-red liquid like wine. As the box shook gently, ripples appeared in it.
"This is……"
France uncorked the bottle, brought the mouth of the bottle to his nose and took a gentle sniff - with just this one sip, he seemed to be intoxicated.
"Wine of Eternal Life!"
France raised his head, his eyes shining with dazzling light.
"From the mine of the soul, from the hidden silver veins.
Blood gushes out from under the rock roots, and it remains as solid as a rock in the eternal night.
You who are already in despair, please drink from this wine of eternal life.
You will be separated from the human world by a stone, a non-returning guest wandering on the crossroads of Hades. "
This is an ancient song, spread by vampires, and it talks about the wine of eternal life.
The effect of the wine of eternal life is like the elixir of life, which can prolong life and prevent death. However, it has very terrible side effects.
Just like killing a unicorn to prolong your life is cursed. The soul of a person who drinks the wine of eternal life will be deformed.
He will become afraid of the sun and become isolated from the rest of the world. Over time, the whole person's temperament will change drastically, as if he has become a different person.
According to legend, the flawless wine of eternal life has no such flaws. Drink it and you will gain true eternal life approved by Death.
It's just that this is a legend after all. Even the vampires who are recognized as having created the wine of eternal life cannot prepare the perfect wine of eternal life.
France grabbed the box, with a morbid longing in his eyes - he was also an old man, and he also knew what it was like to grow old. As long as he could regain some of the glory of his youth, even if he gave up his soul, what's the problem?
There are not a few people in the world who think like him, so the value of the wine of eternal life can be imagined - it will never lack suitable buyers.
Frances' heart was almost filled with soaring greed - he glanced at Aaron cautiously, pretending to admire the workmanship of the box, and turned away with minimal movement.
However, just as he was about to take the bottle out of the box.
"hiss!"
A snake with golden scales appeared out of thin air and emerged from the box. It spat out a scarlet snake letter and bit France's chest.
"Ahhh!"
France threw away the box and suddenly collapsed on the ground, his hands dancing wildly - he was obviously frightened.
However, the expected pain did not come. He opened his eyes nervously, and the snake had disappeared.
France stood up hurriedly and looked around to check his body. When he turned his head, he saw Aaron holding the box in his hand and looking at him leisurely:
"I advise you not to be too greedy, Mr. France, and you may be bitten by a poisonous snake."
Frances was in shock, his chest heaved, and there was a malicious light in one eye.
Aaron didn't care. He closed the buckle on the box with a snap and said unhurriedly:
"I have given my price without reservation. You also know the value of this potion. Now it's up to you - the ugly words are ahead. I am not willing to trade with someone who is not honest enough."
