Two wizards wearing long trench coats and hats stepped out of the fog and entered the black magic material store.
The shop owner was setting up a lounge chair, intending to take advantage of the less crowded time in the morning to take a good rest. When he saw the person coming, he just glanced at it lazily and turned away.
The two wizards ignored him and went straight into the house to scan the containers, obviously looking for something.
This posture was too familiar to the shop owner, so he yawned, lay down on the recliner, and waited for the two of them to come over and pay.
But the speed of the two of them was faster than he expected. As soon as he closed his eyes, someone knocked on the counter: "Hey, where is that box?"
The shopkeeper opened his eyes impatiently: "Everything is on the shelf. If it's not there, it's sold."
The wizard didn't care about his attitude, but asked anxiously: "The cursed box was sold? When? Who was it sold to?"
Only then did the shopkeeper notice something. He squinted his eyes and looked at the wizard carefully. He vaguely felt that he was familiar. Two seconds later, he finally remembered the wizard through the word "cursed box".
"It's you. You came late and sold it last night." The shop owner lay back again and said nothing more.
As for who to sell it to, tsk, who knew it was such a troublesome thing? The mysterious wizard last night was not easy to mess with at first sight, and he didn't have the ability to take it away directly. Who can blame him for coming after the fact and coming late.
"Hey!" The wizard seemed a little anxious. He was about to say something when a hand fell on his back and interrupted him.
He turned around and saw that the wizard who was traveling with him had appeared beside him at some point.
The wizard's clothes were obviously more luxurious, and there was a brooch connected by a silver chain from his collar to his chest. Compared to his violent companions, he was quite calm. He just took out a few galleons from his pocket and threw them on the He stood on the table and asked calmly: "Can you tell us some information about the wizard?"
The shopkeeper opened his eyes and scanned these galleons. Four gold galleons. He was a generous guy.
The shop owner was careful not to take it directly. He just took a closer look at this obviously unusual wizard. After a pause, he said, "I didn't see his face either, because he was wearing a black cloak and he looked very handsome. A guy not easy to mess with."
"Then do you know where he might have gone?"
"I don't know," the shopkeeper shrugged, "I haven't left the shop. Besides, who would pay attention to a person with a curse."
The curse on that box will be triggered whenever it is touched. However, some wizards are powerful and can resist the curse to a certain extent, but the longest he has ever seen lasted only half a year. And when the poor wizard with the curse dies, the unknown box will return to the container by itself again, just like relying on him. I don’t know how a small shop like his got such a curse.
Yawning lazily, the shop owner realized that he had finished answering the question and lay back, still not touching the Galleons on the cabinet.
Knowing that it was useless to pester, the wizard turned and walked towards the door of the store.
The wizard who was traveling with him was stunned. He was about to call out but was startled by the sideways look in his eyes. He could only shut up and follow his companion out of the store.
It wasn't until the two of them left that the shop owner opened his eyes and glanced at the door of the shop. He raised his hand to close the door, put away the galleons on the counter and lay back down: "Wish them good luck."
The shop owner, who had seen too many dark wizards, could tell at a glance that the wizard last night was unusual. After all, not everyone could take the box directly to the counter. Most wizards only took it away after their second visit.
And that cloak, from his perspective of selling dark magic items for a long time, it is definitely a magic cloak. The texture and color make it look like a very valuable magic item.
As for the wizard just now, hey, he’s not someone to be trifled with either.
But what does it have to do with him? He is just a seller.
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The two wizards stepped into the mist again.
"Maybe that wizard has been to other stores, go and ask." The wizard walking in front suddenly said.
He was following behind him
The wizard was stunned for a moment before he realized what he was doing. He nodded hurriedly and walked towards a shop.
The two wizards inquired separately, and soon pieced together the whereabouts of the mysterious wizard from various shopkeepers.
As the bell hanging on the door jingled, the half-breed Veela who was applying ointment on her face turned her head and looked over: "Welcome, what do you need?"
Her attitude seemed perfunctory. Her break time was coming soon, but her shift replacement hadn't come yet.
Tsk, is that hateful guy Sika being lazy again? It's already time to rest. If she doesn't sleep, wrinkles will appear on her face.
The two wizards walked up to the counter and glanced at the inside of the tavern, which was deserted because of the morning. There were only a few drunk guys lying on the table or lying unconscious on the ground, but there was no one worth noting.
"I'm here to inquire about someone." The wizard with the brooch casually dropped a Galleung, "A mysterious wizard wearing a black cloak. He should have been here last night."
The movements in the mixed Veela's hands paused slightly, and then she continued to apply it as if nothing had happened. She didn't even look at the shiny gold coins on the table: "There are many dark wizards wearing black cloaks. I don't know who you want."
"He should be very conspicuous." The wizard said patiently, "Pure black magic cloaks are not common."
The mixed-blood Veela was not surprised. She looked at the two of them: "Are you here to cause trouble? Conflicts are prohibited in the tavern."
Her attitude was not very good, but she had already allowed the wizard to confirm the other party's whereabouts: "No, we just want to buy something from him."
The half-breed Veela raised her eyebrows and looked away, continuing to smear on her face: "I left this morning. Although I renewed my apartment, I never came back."
Who would turn down a galleons? She wouldn't anyway.
There are no rules among dark wizards not to leak customer information. As long as it doesn't cause trouble for the store, no one will refuse this kind of small extra money.
The wizard nodded, knowing this answer was enough. He threw another Galleung on the table: "Two rooms."
The mixed-blood Veela immediately put away the two Galleons and placed the key on the table: "The second room on the right corridor on the second floor and the one on the opposite side. Do you need anything else?"
"Two hearty breakfasts."
The two wizards took the keys and went upstairs.
The half-breed Veela looked at her face in the mirror, made sure it was evenly applied, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Buying something? I don't know what it is."
Forget it, what does it have to do with her.
"Ah, Sister Marceline, I'm sorry I'm late." A little witch rushed in carelessly, rushed to the counter in a hurry, and immediately held the counter and gasped for breath.
Apparently she came all the way.
"Cassie, you're late again. If you don't take over soon, I'll be sleepy to death."
"Yes, I'm sorry!"
