"Okay... okay... Mr. Klein."
France raised his hands and muttered as if he was dissatisfied:
"You are really a great customer - but that's fine, I also like to do business with honest people. The things on your list..."
Aaron smiled and said: "I know you can't have them all, but how much you can give is a question of sincerity."
"Well, I'll have to look for it now."
Frances excused himself and dove into the pile of goods to rummage through.
Soon, he found the sunflower, star crystal, night vanilla and some auxiliary materials that Aaron asked for. Then, France brought a few unicorn horns and a jar of Acromanthus. Spider venom.
"nice one!"
He said: "Every pharmacist will like it. It is produced in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts. You have to know that it is not easier to get something there than from a vampire..."
Aaron smiled slightly and shook his head: "This may not be sincere enough."
Frances's forehead broke out in cold sweat: "This is all I have on hand..."
"I think Mr. France is getting old and forgetting things. That doesn't matter. I'm willing to wait for you for a little while."
Aaron's eyes were indifferent and calm, but they gave France an inexplicable sense of oppression.
"You... okay!"
Frances scratched his sparse hair angrily and said resignedly:
"I have a rose with a human face here. It was found on a small island in the Pacific. It is said that it was carried by seabirds. It is very precious."
Aaron's eyes were still calm, and he even wanted to laugh a little.
"Okay, okay, I still have..."
Frances became completely powerless. He muttered a list of names, his tone trembling with each word - Frances' heart was bleeding.
Finally, after a long series of blows from France...
"Well, I think I might see your sincerity."
Aaron then spoke.
Frances was stunned for a moment, then said angrily and thankfully: "You finally let go."
"But I don't want everything you said..."
Aaron neatly and smoothly removed several things from the string of words that France reported - they were all contraband that was strictly prohibited in the magical world, just like the blood of unicorns.
He would not want the magic power obtained by killing pure souls. If such materials were used as medicine, the potion prepared would have great flaws.
Frances breathed a sigh of relief, but Aaron quickly said: "Since you don't want those, you can allow me to pick a few more to make up for it..."
France almost vomited blood.
Finally, after a lot of push and pull from both sides, the deal was finally settled.
Aaron paid the price of three bottles of magic potion and a bottle of eternal wine in exchange for a large list of materials in France's hands. The two parties also made an agreement: France would collect all the materials for Aaron before the next black market. The rest of his list.
"Before I leave, let me tell you one last piece of information, Mr. Klein, to add to this deal."
France put the human face roses into the jar for Aaron - they had been left for too long and were already a bit dry, and the human face seemed to have lost its luster.
Aaron nodded and motioned for him to speak.
"The Hungarian Horntail that was stolen from the Romanian Dragon Farm—you should know that, right?"
Aaron's eyes showed a hint of shock: "Is it on this black market?"
"How is it possible? Who dares to do such a fatal deal?"
France shook his head quickly: "I mean, I know who stole the fire dragon - or in other words, whose hands the fire dragon is now."
"Oh?" Aaron raised his eyebrows.
"This is almost an open secret. You know, people who do business like ours will have a small circle and have some communication and contact in private."
Aaron nodded, showing that he knew they were compatible.
"I heard from a friend of mine - he specializes in the smuggling business of magical animals, and he follows the Ministry of Magic's list of prohibited trade items."
"The person who stole the fire dragon was not just one person, but a well-planned organization. My friend once went to their station to ask if they intended to get rid of the fire dragon, but he was kicked out."
"When he went back a week later, the station was completely empty, and there was no one left."
"Really..." There was a look of surprise on Aaron's face.
A well-planned, well-organized, underground organization, they stole a fire dragon but didn't want to sell it for money.
This kind of thing is more than just interesting...
"I later found out..."
Speaking of this, France couldn't help lowering his voice, as if he was afraid of being heard by someone hiding his figure.
"That organization is related to the Salem witch trials in the United States many years ago!"
…
After getting the information, Aaron put everything away, said a false goodbye to France, and left the tent.
The moment he turned around and left, France stood in the shadow of the tent, the smile on his face peeled off like a mask.
There was a bit of sinister light in his one eye.
"In that case, don't blame me..."
After leaving France's tent, Aaron found a tent at random and bought a hundred pounds of mercury and some alchemy equipment - these can be bought outside, but the genuine ones are not as cheap as the stolen goods after all.
The things in this tent were much messier than France's tent. The owner of the tent was a tall wizard. He did not reveal his appearance and covered his face with a thick scarf. Only a pair of shrewd eyes are revealed.
"Mundungus! I don't know if you know him, but he sold me a lot of things...mostly junk, but there are also some good things."
As Aaron admired a fifteenth-century Ottoman artifact, the tent owner said beside him.
This tent is mainly in the business of collecting dirt. The main source of goods comes from thieves and thieves. Occasionally, you may encounter a ruthless character with blood on his hands.
Mundungus was quite famous among them. It was rumored that he worked under Dumbledore and had access to the upper echelons of wizarding society and the descendants of pure-blood families.
He has sold many things in this tent, the most valuable of which are some objects with family crests that he stole from pure-blood families - such as a few wine glasses or a tapestry. In the eyes of many wizards, These things are equally precious.
Aaron ignored the tent owner's wild boasting - in his opinion, the utensils used by pure-blood families were just utensils, and having a gold edge did not make them look noble.
He bought some amulets that were said to have been passed down from Africa. They were made by the indigenous wizards there and could prevent black magic - Aaron was skeptical about this.
However, he could see that these amulets themselves had a very good carrying capacity for magic. He planned to buy it back and use it as a material for his own alchemy practice.
Then, Aaron ignored the tent owner's request to stay and left the black market without looking back.
When he walked out of the black market gate, Aaron saw the tall guard smiling sinisterly at him. He made an obscene gesture to Aaron from a distance and said loudly:
"Good luck!"
Aaron suddenly had an ominous premonition.
Sure enough, next, he had an accident as expected.
