Chapter 48: Wanderer
"Is this guy's bloated figure not a disguise, but a real physical mutation caused by distortion?"
Su'en looked at the glaring words "Half-Mutated Human" on the cloak vendor's head and felt sowhat incredulous.
Distortion is distortion, is there really such a thing as "half-mutation"?
What exactly is the current state of this vendor, a person or a monster?
This also involves Su'en's blind spot in knowledge.
But thinking about it, if he has reason, he should be considered a human.
He didn't think much about it and instead turned his gaze to the potions on the stall.
The items are good, and the prices are really cheap.
If Su'en had money in his pocket at this mont, he would definitely buy these potions. The packaging is so simple that it's impossible to sell them, but it would be great to keep them for personal use.
Unfortunately, he has no money.
.......
Su'en had no intention of giving up this opportunity to "pick up a bargain". When he saw the crowd dispersing around the stall, he walked over and said directly, "I intend to buy all these potions, but I don't have enough cash with . Can you leave
another contact thod so that I can contact you when I find the money? Of course, everything will be done according to the rules of the black market."
There was nothing wrong with this statent.
People in the black market are always cautious and usually don't leave their own contact information. However, they can leave an interdiary, such as certain taverns that provide ssage delivery services for custors. Both parties agree on a secret code, and the transaction can be completed without eting face-to-face, ensuring safety and secrecy.
Because he currently has no money, he wants to first obtain the vendor's contact information and figure out a way to establish a connection later.
The potions are secondary. Even if there is a price difference, it's only for four potions. If these potions were made by the vendor himself, then it would be a continuous source of goods, which is the real "big bargain". It's not just a one-ti deal.
When the cloak vendor heard that soone wanted to buy his potions, he was initially delighted.
But when he heard Su'en's words, he imdiately shook his head and said, "No, I only want cash."
"..."
Hearing his tone, Su'en felt that he seed to be in urgent need of money.
But after a mont of thought, he suddenly realized that if such good potions were sold at a low price, it must be because the vendor urgently needs money.
This made him even more curious about the vendor's identity. Alchemists who can produce such potions are usually from the elite class of the inner city. They dare not show themselves and are probably wanted criminals or sothing.
After hesitating for nearly a minute, Su'en racked his brains and proposed several plans, but the vendor stubbornly insisted on an imdiate cash transaction.
He knew that if he continued speaking, he would appear sowhat suspicious, so he could only retreat and say, "That's really a pity... If you change your mind, you can leave a ssage at the 'Three Fire Guns Tavern' on Green Street. The secret code is 'Pigeon'. Once I receive the ssage, I will contact you imdiately..."
"Um..."
Upon hearing this, the vendor also seed hesitant.
Obviously, he also knew that his potions were not easy to sell, and it was rare to encounter an interested buyer. He didn't want to give up so easily.
Just as he was hesitating whether to agree or not, he suddenly seed to see sothing in the crowd and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. "I'm sorry, sir, I have sothing urgent to attend to..."
Without waiting for any reaction from Su'en, he quickly collected the potions on the stall and hurriedly blended into the crowd.
.......
Su'en had noticed before that the vendor's gaze had been wandering, as if he was afraid of being recognized.
Seeing him suddenly leave, Su'en was slightly surprised. He glanced at the crowd in the black market and wondered who the vendor had seen that made him so flustered.
Hmm... Could it be those two trench coat-wearing individuals he encountered earlier?
Su'en didn't look too closely and restrained his gaze, blending into the crowd.
He himself couldn't afford to be exposed for too long.
But even in this brief exchange, Su'en had roughly guessed that the vendor was young, polite, and probably had a good upbringing. He was likely from the inner city.
In urgent need of money, with a distorted body, and considerable knowledge in alchemy...
Thinking about it, Su'en had a rough idea of the vendor's background. He was probably from a prestigious dical family in the inner city.
Although the person had left, Su'en had done what he needed to do and didn't dwell on it any longer.
Looking at the bustling black market in front of him, Su'en sighed softly, "I hope he will contact ..."
.......
Having been here a few tis before, Su'en had already figured out what each shop in the black market sells.
He didn't waste ti in those shops with shrewd owners. He strolled along the way and gradually walked to the makeshift shack area at the bottom of the black market.
Today, the black market was probably crowded because of the appearance of so relics and treasures, attracting many wealthy hidden big shots. As a result, there were also many opportunistic rchants.
So of them were even branches of major trading companies from the inner city.
After all, although the outer city is poor, its population is tens of tis larger than that of the inner city, and the low-end market is also very profitable.
The low-end goods and second-hand items that cannot be sold in the inner city are top-notch hot items in the outer city. For example, textiles, outdated steam equipnt, chanical prosthetics...Su'en passed by the stalls piled with a large number of chanical prosthetics. He took a glance and found that the military chanical prosthetics discarded from the inner city were indeed good. Although they were old, the parts that could be disassembled were definitely top-notch components in the gang's chanical modification shops.
These military machines were all classified as "contraband". The inner city would concentrate on destroying them and they would not be allowed to circulate. It was unknown where the opportunistic rchants found their sources.
However, old chanical equipnt and prosthetics were not cheap, costing tens of thousands. A chanic with good judgnt might be able to make a 20-30% profit from disassembling parts, but it required a large amount of capital.
Su'en didn't have that much money, and it wasn't suitable for him to stockpile chanical parts.
As he continued to wander, he was unexpectedly drawn to a bustling storefront.
It was a shop that appeared in the black market for the first ti, and it had directly hung up a sign that read "Rose Ore Trading Company".
Su'en had an impression of this trading company from so fragnted mories he had harvested from sowhere.
It was a famous financial conglorate in the inner city, the "Heide Mining Group
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