Chapter 859 Magic Black Market (Happy New Year! First update!)

Everyone in the No Door Bar, a famous witch gathering place in New York, frowned, and glanced at every customer who just entered the door out of the corner of their eyes. Unlike Stephen Strange, who lost control of the wizarding world after taking office as the Supreme Sorcerer, the current Supreme Sorcerer's deterrence to the magical world is extremely amazing. Since that order was issued, the Doorless Bar is in a gray area At least half of the passenger flow in the gathering place has been reduced, and most of the remaining wild spellcasters who dare to come to the No Door Bar have registered.

Although these customers are not all highly skilled wizards, they also smell the prelude to the turmoil in the wizarding world. Therefore, when Salomon walked into the No Door Bar, several wild spellcasters he had seen and known Immediately gathered around, trying to find out the news - Earl Kooz from Siberia squeezed to the front with his strong body odor and strong physique. "This is a manly young man." He pointed to Salomon and said to the others. "You can't imagine that I watched him grow up. He was so small at the time, only as high as a finger. Now he He is taller than me, it must be because he has learned my exercise methods, such as winter swimming, wrestling with wild boars, pulling trees with bare hands... You sissies must not be able to do it."

"Merlin's beard! Earl Kooz, we are not interested in why you grow so strong, hurry up and ask the real thing!"

"Okay, okay." Earl Kooz nodded resentfully, "Little guy, we big guys want to ask what is going on with the Supreme Master's order! It's not that we all refuse to obey the Supreme Master's order, but this order It came so inexplicably. Did His Holiness predict some catastrophe? Don’t look at me like that. Although the locals call me a prophet, I can’t predict at all.”

"We all know." The British wizard from before made a faint voice, "You are a barbarian."

The doorless bar was as lively as ever.

Magic is not allowed to be used in such things as fighting. Count Kooz quickly gained the upper hand and formed a crushing trend against the British wizard and an American wizard until the bar owner waved a stick to separate the crowd. Only then did he catch his breath from the strong body odor of Earl Kooz. He didn't see what was going on just now, he thought a talking brown bear squeezed into the bar, after all Count Kooz smelled no different from a bear. "I'm just here to put up notices." He said to the bar owner, "His Holiness gives everyone plenty of time, as long as they don't violate the laws of Kama Taj, it's fine."

"The Doorless Bar also welcomes Karma Taj's mystics." The bar owner raised his head and glanced at Salomon cautiously, "But now people are panicking, and the number of customers has dropped by more than half. Those people have all gone to the black market port of the New York sewer , you and any Karma Taj mystics are not very welcome there."

"I know."

Salomon used a little magic to stick the parchment with the Kama Taj crest on the moldy and damp wall next to the aphrodisiac potion advertisement, wanted notice, and love potion. If someone wants to tear off this parchment , then the wall skin can only be broken off together with the wall. After he finished all this, he shook the stack of parchment in his hand towards the crowd, the content on it was exactly the same as the notice on the wall. "I'm going to have a look there later." He showed an extremely nasty smile, "Anyway, that place will have to be cleaned up sooner or later, and I don't mind if someone immediately punishes it."

"The will of the lord." Earl Kooz asked gruffly, "Boy, do you need help?"

The Siberian prophet was keenly aware of what Salomon's purpose in going to the magic black market was. Any spellcaster can see how luxurious Salomon's equipment is - the iron-black gloves, the blood-red holy relics, and all kinds of odds and ends of magic items stimulate every spellcaster with magic vision Those who burst into tears. The magical black market of New York's sewers is a notoriously gray area, and for those poor guys, this equipment is a good thing they have never seen in their lives. While Karma Taj's mystics have been in and out of the magical black market more than once, no one has ever been so solemnly dressed.

Not to mention the long knife hanging on his waist and the large-caliber pistol hanging on his thigh holster. Obviously, Salomon did this on purpose, and he wanted someone to make trouble. "I don't think so," he said. "There's bound to be some blood in there today, but it's certainly not mine."

The prestige of the supreme mage relies on fists to swords, but not everyone obeys discipline.

When the notice was posted, Salomon had to finish a previous job. After all, he had already received Kunlun's reward, so he couldn't continue to procrastinate. Today, he had to kill all the Hands who were spying on the keel. This day is the last day of the Christmas holiday, and this day was later called "Hell's Kitchen Bloody Night" by New Yorkers. But in fact, the level of gore in Hell's Kitchen is nothing compared to the black market port in New York's sewers. The previous Battle of Fenbowent was unknown under the blockade of Karma Taj, but this time it was Salomon who made his name openly - it was a demiplane hidden in the gap between dimensions , the entrance is located in a very old sewer, anyone who wants to go there must take a boat from the ferryman to enter that demiplane in the correct way, or they can only step into the sewage. No one knows when this place arose, or who discovered and established this little demiplane, which naturally became a place for some mystics trying to escape Kama Taj, or to do some dirty work. A place for dirty dealings.

Here is the little shadow of the Mage Supreme's authority.

Karma Taj is usually reluctant to manage this kind of place, of course not because Karma Taj respects freedom and other messy reasons, but because His Holiness has no interest in managing these trivial matters. But when His Majesty's order is issued, even these shadowy corners that are normally unruled must obey. The purpose of Salomon's coming here is to re-establish the authority of Karma Taj, and to re-image this place with the glory of His Holiness. He was the last to leave. Other Karma Taj mystics, such as Casilios, had already taken on the task of cleaning up the black market of Nordic magic.

His Holiness was considerate of Salomon and asked him to go home early for dinner, so he left the task of New York to him.

The so-called ferryman is actually a voodoo living corpse shrouded in tattered black robes. This living corpse has existed since the establishment of the black market, and it is still following the last order until now. Salomon had no passing coins, and no one in the doorless bar dared to say they had been there, so no one handed him coins—although everyone knew they had been to the black market, But saying it outright is another matter.

"Take me there." Salomon stepped onto the boat with wind lanterns, even though he had no coins, the ferryman still set sail.

The warm yellow light accompanied the creaking skeletons of the ferrymen as they rowed, and found weird and bizarre shadows on the red brick vaults. The boat was moving fast on the foul-smelling slow water. On both sides of the sewer, in the corners where the lights could not find, there were hideous monsters under the bed in fairy tales. Emerging from the dirty and dark sewage, with a slight rustling sound, it gradually merged with the sound of the water. The boat kept sailing, and the traces of modernization became less and less as they went forward, until the vault of the sewer was replaced by rough stones, and the grille became rotten wood. The pitch-black poisonous snakes clung to the boat in groups, and small heads with glimmering light poked out from the side of the boat. The rancid smell became heavier and heavier, making it almost impossible to breathe.

It was like a boat sailing through a nightmare, but Salomon didn't care.

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