The Witcher: Elemental Lords

Following the valley forward, after walking about five or six kilometers, a wide valley came into view.

The gloomy sky suddenly opened up, and the vast white world gained a patch of black, with various tents scattered across the ground within this black area.

As Dole saw the tents, a figure quickly appeared in front of him, completely enveloped in a white cloak. If you weren't paying attention, you wouldn't even see them, which startled him.

"Who goes there?" The person inside the white cloak spoke, their voice devoid of any emotion.

This was the guardian who ran the black market. Dole lowered his head and bowed slightly, "A Child of the Night."

At this time, the sky was slightly dark, but not completely. Things in the distance were still somewhat visible.

"Who goes there?" was just a password, and "A Child of the Night" was the response.

The person in the white cloak nodded and said, "The entrance fee is one gold coin. Also, you're new here, so be careful. Leave quickly after your transactions are complete."

Dole didn't nod. He paid the gold coin to the person, bowed again, and then quickly walked into the valley.

Once inside the valley, he could clearly see the tents. He noticed that each tent had words written on it: "Selling mineral materials, exchanging for medicines or finished alchemy products"; "Selling various medicines, exchanging for special magic patterns"; or "Selling finished alchemy products, exchanging for medicines," and so on.

Some items were placed at the entrances of the tents, but none of them were very valuable. Obviously, the valuable items weren't left out in the open. This was the black market, an unregulated black market.

There were a total of eight tents, each with someone sitting inside, all wrapped in white cloaks. Their auras were concealed, and it was clear that none of them were easy to deal with.

Dole was somewhat shocked. Such a small place like Domon City actually had so many wild wizards.

At the same time, he became vigilant. It was possible that there were spies from the Ability Association among these strong individuals. Many books had such plots.

What Dole needed was magic crystals. He didn't lack other things, but it seemed like these people didn't have many magic crystals either. Almost no one was exchanging for magic crystals.

After walking past several stalls, only the last one indicated that they could exchange for magic crystals, but they needed finished Tier 2 magic potions.

Dole only glanced at the sign at the entrance before stopping, standing at the entrance, and looking at the person inside.

That person was wrapped in a black robe. The robe seemed to be special, with the effect of isolating energy, making it impossible to sense anything.

Seeing Dole stop, the person raised their head, revealing only a pair of eyes. A hoarse voice sounded, "What do you need? I have magic crystals and various finished alchemical products here."

Dole waved his hand at Baal, telling him to wait a moment, then glanced at the person. After a moment, he slowly opened his mouth with a disguised voice, "I need magic crystals. I'll trade for Tier 2 mental power potions."

His voice was very soft, only loud enough for the person to hear.

However, even then, Dole felt that as soon as he spoke, the people around him seemed to turn their attention to him.

That person also showed a hint of shock, their gaze fixed on him. "Tier 2 mental power potions? At market price, one bottle is worth 30 gold coins. Five bottles would be 150 gold coins. Do you want to exchange them all for magic crystals?"

Dole looked at him, meeting his gaze, and said, "I only need magic crystals or magic crystal fragments. Do you have that much in stock?"

Hearing this, the people around them immediately perked up their ears.

The person's deep voice sounded, "150 gold coins can only be exchanged for three units of magic crystals. Even if exchanged for magic crystal fragments, it would only be 15 pounds. However, I don't have that much, so I'll only buy three bottles. The other fellows will definitely be willing to trade the other two bottles with you."

They rummaged in their sleeves for a while, then took out two bags. One bag was very small and seemed to be empty, while the other bag was bulging with items.

Dole took the bags and glanced at them. One contained one unit of magic crystal, a square, finished magic crystal the size of a fingernail. Even through the cloth bag, he could feel the rich energy aura. The other bag contained magic crystal fragments, broken pieces of crystal with extremely low energy density.

After weighing them slightly in his hand, Dole nodded, took out three bottles of potion, and handed them to him.

As soon as this transaction was completed, someone on either side shouted, "Hey, newbie, come here! I have magic crystal fragments!"

"Hey, newbie, I have them too! I can also guarantee your safety. That old ghost is definitely going to try to take advantage of you!"

The first person to speak immediately became exasperated, "That's a load of bull! You're the one who's going to take advantage of the kid! Come here, I can give you more!"

Dole was a bit puzzled. He felt that Tier 2 mental power potions weren't difficult to make. Why did these people seem to be so lacking in them?

He glanced at the two tents, then walked towards the tent of the first person who spoke.

When the people around saw this, they felt a sense of regret.

Just as Dole left, the person who had traded with him silently flicked out a small object, which stuck to his clothes.

He retracted his gaze, pretending that nothing had happened, and continued to wait patiently.

Dole didn't feel anything either and continued forward.

He quickly arrived in front of that person. This person's tent had finished alchemical items hanging on it, as well as a sign that said they purchased medicines, but it didn't mention exchanging for magic crystals.

That person wore a mask, making it impossible to see their face. Seeing Dole arrive, they were immediately overjoyed.

"I didn't expect that traveling fifty kilometers to get here would still be worth it. I actually ran into an expert who can make magic potions."

Dole was silent. Being able to make potions made you an expert? That was laughable.

However, when he thought that these people might not even have the formulas, he couldn't laugh. His formulas were given to him by Baal. Where did these people get their formulas? It was truly unknown.

He suddenly understood why these people needed mental power potions. They probably didn't have the formulas at all or didn't know how to make them.

He nodded and said, "You heard, I need magic crystals."

"Two bottles of Tier 2 mental power potions, right?" That person directly threw out a bag, which was full of magic crystal fragments. "Here's a little extra for you. We can continue trading next time." Their voice was very unpleasant, filled with a hint of weirdness.

Dole looked at the bag, then took out the remaining two bottles and threw them to the person. "Do you have any more? I want to buy some magic crystals with gold coins."

With the potions in hand, that person immediately lost their enthusiasm and chuckled, "Buy magic crystals with gold coins? How could you even think of that? If you can tell me your real name, I can tell you how to use magic patterns to refine magic crystal fragments."

Hearing this, Dole looked directly at the person, not saying a word.

You want to know my name and then attack me? You old rogue.

That person looked at Dole indifferently.

At this time, the sky had already begun to darken, and Dole prepared to return. Walking in the dark in this icy and snowy place was too scary.

This mission was easier than ever before. He didn't even spend the gold coins on him. He finally understood the general meaning of the black market.

Bartering was the way to go. Some things couldn't be bought with money. Accumulating various alchemical items was the right path.

Just as he was about to leave, four or five people came from the entrance of the valley, all together, wrapped in white robes, revealing only a pair of eyes. Seeing this, Dole's pupils shrank.

It seemed that he was the only one who showed his face here. Everyone else tried to hide as much as possible.

They all didn't want to be seen in the light. Too bad, I was also using a disguise.