I am a Taoist priest in the extraordinary world

Chapter 63 Sudden Meeting

"What's the matter?" Old Tom asked in a low voice, realizing that something was wrong with the young man.

"It felt like someone was staring at me, but it disappeared quickly."

Dante replied quickly, reached out and nodded towards a certain booth, pretending to be interested in the item.

"Continue to visit our store, I'm here." The naturalist didn't seem to respond at all, and gave a very safe answer.

Dante was relieved, knowing that the old-looking old man next to him was actually the third level, and he even almost went one step further.

According to the proportion of Extraordinary people in this era, they can already be regarded as "powerful".

He collected his thoughts and followed Old Tom through tent after tent, and found the magical cloak that claimed to be able to fly, the lucky gloves that would win every gamble, the agave perfume that added attraction to the opposite sex, and the special men Grass-green potion for intractable diseases.

"Are these things really so miraculous?" Dante asked curiously.

"Don't believe the ads." Old Tom was noncommittal.

"Then you still sell these?" Dante raised his eyebrows.

Immediately, his eyes glanced to the corner, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"What's that?" He asked pretending to be nonchalant.

"Sir, what price do you think is appropriate?"

After half an hour.

He turned his head and patted the young man on the shoulder: "Therefore, staying humble and prudent at all times is the greatest reliance on the safety of an Extraordinary."

"Do you have other enemies?" Old Tom asked in a low voice, looking more curious than dignified.

"What's your business?" Old Tom took half a step forward, just blocking Dante behind him.

Dante looked back and saw that the inquirer was a man in his forties, wearing a well-tailored black suit and holding a half-top hat in his hand.

He curled his lips, and had a deeper understanding of "the purest fraud".

The stall owner's tone was calm, with the unique sarcasm of the federal people: "In backward and dull areas, there will naturally be extremely stupid thoughts and behaviors."

"Excuse me, is that Mr. Dante Ashburn?"

"Let's go and have a look there."

Dante took out his wallet, paid the other party, held the item in his hand, turned his head and asked, "Can I lower the price even further?"

Old Tom nodded affirmatively: "The cost of these papers adds up to less than 3p."

"Deal." The stall owner was very straightforward and seemed very happy.

He had checked the material of these "papers" just now, and found that this kind of paper was basically similar to talisman paper, that is to say, he could use these things to make talismans after he returned.

"How much is it?"

Just when the two were about to leave the underground trading market along the original road, they suddenly heard a gentle voice from behind:

Why didn't you help me negotiate the price again. Dante can't help laughing, but he is not upset.

There were stacks of bundled paper, yellowish and dusty.

"Half and half, although it is not allowed to disclose things about Extraordinary people to ordinary people, there will always be special circumstances, such as parents are Extraordinary, but children are ordinary people, or husbands are, but wives are not, etc.
The situation is different and very complicated, so for the management of such people, as long as a non-disclosure agreement is signed, they can learn about some peripheral things. Of course, if the secret is leaked, the consequences will be equally serious. "

Facing Dante's stunned gaze, he quickly packed the stacks of papers and handed them over.

After passing through two rows of tents, Dante found that the sense of prying from behind did not disappear, but became more unscrupulous.

He stopped, and there happened to be a stall selling amulets next to him. He pretended to look at it for a while, and moved closer to Old Tom, and quickly told his feelings.

This is the third time Dante has heard this group of words. He silently read it a few times and nodded to show that he remembered it.

The improved version of the hunting bullet needs to be engraved. Well, I also need to make a meditation and tranquility talisman for each of my companions. In addition, I have to try the effects of other talismans, and then prepare some more for self-defense. Dante's thinking diverges, and Old Tom went out.

"It's too expensive, and I'm not that group of professional liars." Dante replied disdainfully while feeling the prying eyes behind him.

Dante thought for a moment and said, "So I can only give you 1 shilling."

The two carried a black suitcase, which contained the materials that Old Tom had just purchased, including spirit silver powder, basil grass liquid, powder ground by rhinoceros beetles, and so on.

"One shilling and sixpence, sir." The stall owner wore a black hood, and his voice fit the unique accent of the occultist.

These are commonly used raw materials for ritual magic, and they are also just-needed items to be used in part of the formation drawing.

Coupled with the veteran "naturalist" with rich experience beside him, Dante maintained the necessary caution, but he didn't have any idea of ​​actively probing.

Selling so expensive, Dante lightly brushed his eyes with his fingertips, looked again at the stalls with all kinds of amulets, and found that most of them were items without any spirituality, completely "fake".

"'Liar Weavers' like to use it to forge books, after all, the yellowed paper can give more historical charm."

The stall owner smiled lightly: "Are you interested? I can pack it and sell it to you. It seems that there are fewer and fewer 'liar weavers' recently, making these things really waste paper."

Old Tom made an innocuous joke and pointed to the two tents at the end of the row.

The prying eyes from behind never left him, but he didn't feel any dangerous killing intent, instead he seemed to be hovering between confirmation and suspicion.

After a pause, he added, "Only 2 shillings in total."

Old Tom patiently explained, adding:
"You have to adapt to the world of the Extraordinary. Although it is magical, it is dangerous. You will see the purest deceit, the most seductive temptation, the most intuitive violence, and the most real fear."

"Something from a small tribe on the Sules side, it is said that it is specially used to burn the dead family members."

The other party is a little too arrogant, thinking that he didn't realize it?Is it a guy from the sect of truth?Or someone else?

"Today we need to purchase some materials needed for ritual magic and defensive formations. Heh, that kid from Leon will always subtly increase my workload."

"The people here are all Extraordinary?" Dante asked again. He always thought that the number of Extraordinary was very rare, but judging from this underground trading market, there are already a lot of people.

"These things, I will take them back and give them to my sister as waste paper for painting practice."

"No, I've always kept myself clean." Dante didn't change his face, and pointed to an iron amulet on the booth:

"Sorry for bothering me. It's my lady who wants to see Mr. Dante." The man bowed his head slightly to express his apology, with a kind smile on his face all the time.

Your lady?Dante frowned, recalling whether he had ever seen the person in front of him.

"If she wants to meet, she'd better come in person."

Old Tom straightened his cuffs with a haughty expression:
"Instead of just sending a housekeeper, we are not your family's servants."

　In Codeword, I worked overtime during the day today and just had time.
　　
　
(End of this chapter)