The Witcher: Elemental Lords

For example, this one has mostly alchemically created finished products on their stall, along with some magical beast fur and other basic materials. There are even some potions. And the one next to them sells various rare ores, also mixed with other things. It feels strange, as if they're all general stores.

Besides these, Dorle clearly saw that some of the items on display were quite old, probably found in ruins.

Dorle walked slowly past the entrances to the black market, carefully scanning each stall, forming a general idea in his mind.

There are indeed potion recipes and magical pharmacology books, as well as finished potions, but many are very old and may have expired. However, in terms of value, they are still very worthwhile.

After careful consideration, Dorle decided to take a look around first.

At this time, the black market was lit by light spells hanging in the sky, leaving no shadows around. On this isolated island in the night, it was like a small sun.

After a general scan, Dorle came to an old man's stall.

The old man's stall was interesting, with all sorts of things: finished alchemical equipment, ancient artifacts, low-level potions. It seemed that anything he could sell, anything he didn't need, he put out. The most eye-catching items were the several ancient-looking parchment books at his hand. Already, seven or eight people had come to ask about them, but after asking, they shook their heads and left.

These books were Dorle's target for tonight.

Besides this old man, some other stalls also had books, but they didn't meet Dorle's expectations.

There were other people at the stall, and Dorle looked at other items, listening to their conversations.

"This is too expensive! It's just an ancient book. Maybe the contents are useless. Is it really worth this much?"

A man in black next to him frantically complained about the old man's price.

The old man remained calm, sitting on the ground, showing no emotion. "Buy it or not, that's my price."

"Can we talk about it?"

"Aren't we talking now?"

The man helplessly shook his head, reluctantly gazing at the old man's stall, looking left and right.

At the old man's stall, there were other items, and some people haggled with the old man, buying some alchemical equipment.

Just then, the old man noticed Dorle, because this young man had been looking for a long time without buying anything.

He had been observing the young man for a while, and found that although the young man was young, he exuded a corpse-like smell, yet possessed amazing vitality. This contradicted normal biology. Under normal circumstances, the only possibility for this situation was that it was an avatar, and a special one at that.

The young man's strength was also very powerful, at least level five. If it wasn't his true body, then his main body must be very powerful.

Just then, the last person at the stall left.

He saw the young man perk up, raise his head, and look at him, saying, "Old sir, how are these books sold? I'm very interested."

The old man was stunned. He was interested in these books? On his stall, only these books were the most valuable.

He thought for a moment, and said in a calm tone, "These books were brought out from the Guhuo Ruins. Most of them are magical pharmacology books, and some are alchemy books. Which type do you need?"

Dorle pointed to the thickest book. "This one. On your stall, only this one interests me."

The old man felt a little depressed. This tone was a bit arrogant.

The old man pondered for a moment and quoted a price: "If you exchange for items, I need two hundred bottles of level five mental power potions, one hundred bottles of magic power potions, or magic cores of equivalent value."

Dorle's mouth twitched. Two hundred bottles of mental power potions were close to three hundred thousand gold coins, not to mention the magic power potions. No wonder the previous person was speechless. For wild wizards, three hundred thousand gold coins might be easier to find, but potions were hard to buy. Apart from Wassenberg, where else would there be so much production?

He looked at the old man. This one's strength was about level five. So many for level four use, who were they for?

He thought for a moment and said, "Your price is really not low. Even if you go to Wassenberg, I don't think many people can afford it. Of course, I'm talking about exchanging for items."

The old man's mouth twitched, which was rare. He naturally knew this, but he had no choice. His granddaughter had good talent and had just been promoted to level four. Without resources, he couldn't do anything. Fortunately, he had obtained a large number of books from the ruins this time, which gave him the confidence to speak.

He immediately said coldly, "Buy it or not."

Dorle smiled and said, "I can take out the items, but I can't take them out now." He reached into his arms, but the next moment, he became embarrassed. The level six pharmacist's token was in the main body's hands, but not with this avatar.

The old man also saw this.

Dorle became embarrassed. "I am a level six pharmacist and happen to be able to refine these two potions. If you can guarantee that this book will not be sold to others, we can trade next time."

The old man was stunned, then overjoyed, and nodded.

He pointed coldly to the other books and said, "The other potion books are quite cheap. Would you like to take a look?"

Dorle shook his head. "What I need now are level six and level seven other formulas, real formulas. Low-level potions are useless to me."

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He was now somewhat interested in the Guhuo Ruins that the old man mentioned. He had just carefully sensed it, and this magical pharmacology book was clearly a complete book. If it were taken to Wassenberg, it could definitely be sold for a sky-high price.

But he was afraid that the old man would not be able to reach Wassenberg.

There were other items on the old man's stall, but Dorle wasn't very interested. Apart from the magical pharmacology book, he didn't need anything else.

After wandering around the black market, Dorle bought some rare ores and wood, spending all the money on his avatar, and then left contentedly, coming to the outskirts of the island, a relatively dark place.

Here, four or five people were standing together, forming a large circle.

Two of them were Alan and the organizer, and the others were also there.

These people were all extremely strong, all above level five, or even level six, each wrapped in black clothes.

Sensing Dorle's arrival, some people exuded extremely strong malice, but after sensing Dorle's strength, that malice completely disappeared.

"Another one has arrived. Welcome to our high-end auction. Little guy, what do you have to auction?"

A harsh, hoarse voice came from the crowd.

Dorle frowned as he walked. The organizer and Alan hadn't said anything, so why was this person interrupting?

He walked over slowly, without saying a word.

The man felt embarrassed and didn't speak, but continued to the middle, "This Millennium Purple Lotus of mine starts at sixteen level six gems."

A person next to him said, "Eighteen."