695: Chapter 281: Icebound Continent, The Dark Marketplace_3 695: Chapter 281: Icebound Continent, The Dark Marketplace_3 “Without Prussian language, can the Franks understand it?” Wayne asked with deep concern.
Veronica tilted her head, not understanding what he was talking about.
The sign pointed out that there was a Dark Church market ahead, allowing other churches’ mages to trade goods for goods.
It then warned that all must follow the trading rules, conceal their faces, and not bring external religious conflicts into the marketplace.
All violations, blah blah blah.
Wayne suddenly felt quite fond of the Dark Church, and with it, the Dark Knights seed much more upright.
Upon reflection, he realized he had hardly encountered anyone from the Dark Church, except for three tis.
Once in Lundan when he transford into a Death Knight and put on a show of force, so mbers of the Dark Church ca to support, struck a few poses, and then left.
The second ti was in the Golden City of the Black Mountain Range, the body of the Dark Church’s Holy Maiden Anastasia, who had failed her sealing spell and sacrificed her life for peace.
Thinking about his own behavior in examining her body, Wayne felt quite embarrassed; without her consent, it really wasn’t right.
On the other hand, she didn’t refuse either, so it should count as tacit approval.
By the way, Anastasia was wearing Pale Nest Yellow Clothes, on her way to the Icebound Continent, by flying.
The third ti was also in Lundan, when the Dark Envoy forcibly awakened the Dark Knight, whose loyalty was unyielding, preferring death to withdrawal.
“Indeed, the Dark Goddess, who focuses on thought and moral instruction, has a well-ordered domain and trains well, other than being a sadist, she seems to have no faults,” Wayne murmured to himself as he put on a Black Robe and followed Saina onto the Teleportation Array.
Actually, there was already a major flaw.
The awakening of the Dark Knight threatened Hefei and Veronica; the Divine Envoy indeed had plans to kill them, and Wayne kept this in mind, vowing that if possible in the future, the Dark Goddess would pay a price.
The Goddess could train her Knights however she wanted; Wayne had no say in it, but once it involved his teacher and fiancée, that was the Goddess’s mistake.
One day, he would make her pay for her debts with blood.
The teleportation gate’s rhythmic light carried the four of them to a dimly lit small town.
The town was buried deep underground; a Hemispherical Magical Barrier covered it like an overturned bowl, firmly enveloping the town.
Nurous mages glittered within it like stars in the night, radiating a spectrum of dark hues.
The town was silent, with many houses vacant and uninhabited.
Now and then, a pair of crimson eyes would glance over, but when Wayne looked back, they would avoid his gaze, drawing the curtains tight, avoiding contact.
The four followed the signposts to the dark market.
“Teacher, why must we go there?
Shouldn’t we head straight to the next Teleportation Array?”
Hefei stressed each word, especially the term ‘teacher,’ hoping Saina would co to her senses and spare her the disdain for love she once held, and to let her son off.
“No rush, we must visit the dark market.
There is a surprise waiting for us!” Saina said mysteriously.
Wayne hated riddles and checked Saina’s thoughts directly, learning that the dark market held a Divination House connected to a mysterious trading space where, with so luck, one could trade with mages from other dinsions.
These other dinsions included the Divine Nation of the Void World, the Inverted World opposite the God-chosen Continent, the Projection Space of the Ancient God’s Kin, Heaven, Hell, and so on.
Setting aside those high-brow places, even eting the Pope from the Papal State wouldn’t be too bad.
But first, one had to be lucky.
It wasn’t just anyone who could enter the trading space, nor could they enter at any ti.
As Saina knew, a person only had one chance in their life, with no possibility for a second.
Moreover, many people tried multiple tis without ever accessing the trading space; Saina herself had never been in.
Wayne felt it was unreliable, too dangerous.
Talking about randomness, nothing guaranteed the trade partner; what if he opened the door to find the Lord of Lust bathing?
That would be curtains for them.
“The trading space will protect the transaction target.
Even if you enter the Divine Nation, no one will be able to keep you there,” Saina explained proactively.
“What about the gods?”
Saina could not answer without a reference case; in her opinion, even if they did see a god, it might not be a bad thing.
Wayne still thought it was unreliable; with nothing to trade, he couldn’t frivolously waste this once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
Moreover, the very concept of this trading space sounded suspicious; the whole thing was too grand to be the work of the Dark Church.
If one were bold enough, the backers would be deities, and not just one.
If one were bolder still, this could be an Ancient God’s ga.
Seeing Wayne so adamant, Saina had no choice but to give up.
She actually thought her master was incredibly lucky and might benefit from the trading space without needing to be so cautious.
Wayne not only gave up himself but also dissuaded Hefei and Veronica.
It was too dangerous, and they couldn’t get carried away by excitent.
However, since they were already there, they could go and take a look.
…
The streets of the Dark Market were narrow, with dim lights on either side barely illuminating the bizarre items on display.
The air was suffused with an indescribable scent, mingling spices, herbs, and unidentifiable substances, which greatly invigorated Wayne’s acute sense of sll.
A bit slly, but let’s sll it again, it’s actually quite fragrant.
On both sides of the street, vendors showcased various trading items, all related to magic: scrolls with changing colors, crystal balls wrapped in purple glow, rare alchemy potions, strange herbs of unknown use, and so on.
At a glance, they were all impressive, high-level goods.
There were no price tags, and the vendors would evaluate the value of a buyer’s trading items themselves.
If they could negotiate, they would trade on the spot; if not, they would amicably part ways.
At this mont, the vendors were clustered together in small groups, playing cards and chatting, completely unconcerned about business.
Wayne was puzzled, the market was only three hundred ters from end to end with a narrow road and few custors.
How did these vendors make a living?
Could it be that the Magic Realm also adopted the saying of opening a business to eat for three years?
Saina used telepathic transmission to inform him that those who could trade here were not ordinary mages.
Out of the vast ocean, the small fish and shrimps were sifted out; without the cultivation of a Golden Mage, it was very difficult to reach here.
Therefore, there was no need to worry about fake goods.
The key was whether the value was equivalent, and good luck could indeed lead to a good find.
Wayne shook his head, not interested in trading.
After a couple of steps, he was drawn to the attention of a fairy trapped inside a glass bottle.
A bottled banshee!
This was indeed a first for him.
The fairy, ten centiters tall and clothed in garnts woven from green leaves, looked very much like a miniaturized elf.
With two pairs of transparent dragonfly wings on her back, she would shed fluorescent powder each ti they fluttered.
At that mont, the fairy stared with big, watery eyes, expressing her longing for freedom.
Cute, want it!
Veronica’s eyes lit up, rooted to the spot.
Wayne, helpless, turned to Saina, “How much for this thing?”
“It’s a scam, the fairy has an owner.
If you buy it, it will just fly back here on its own.”
“Then forget it.”
Wayne dragged Veronica away, who kept looking back every three steps, eyes glued to the little cutie as it got further and further away.
At the end of the market, Saina arrived at the entrance of the Divination House and pushed the door open to enter.
Inside the palm-sized room, there was a table and two chairs.
A black-skinned female elf, clad in a black robe and with eyes covered by fabric, sat in front of a crystal ball shrouded in white mist.
As guests arrived, she made a slight gesture inviting them to take a seat one by one.
Free divinations, no charge whether they’re accurate or not.
Wayne, with a keen eye, noticed that the female elf was not made of flesh and blood; her rigid, porcelain-like face and the chanical sounds coming from her joints clearly marked her as a magic doll.
“The Magic Realm is still too narrow-minded.
If I had this skill, what kind of wife couldn’t I get.”
“You moron, what are you mumbling about?”
“I said making money for a wife.” Wayne replied instantly.
While talking, he looked around but did not see the so-called trading space.
Saina stepped aside to let Hefei be the first to have her fortune told.
She wasn’t interested herself, having had a divination before which turned out to be the complete opposite of her current situation—it was totally backward.
Diviner: “Your future is all bright.”
Where was the brightness?
She didn’t even have her freedom.
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Eleven thousand and one hundred words, begging for monthly tickets!
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