Kenley came to the entrance of "Cameron Magic and Divination Club" and once again called a private carriage.
"Please go to Number 62 Stuart Street in the south of the city."
According to Miss Helena's account, "Candle Devouring Spirit" was a relatively safe underground black market, filled with all kinds of strange and peculiar items. However, one needed to possess certain judgment to acquire valuable items at appropriate prices. The boss behind it was said to have very powerful influence in both Tingen City and Backlund.
Kenley remembered that one of the main materials in his "Thief" potion was the core of a candle devouring spirit. So did this underground black market have some connection to the "Thief" sequence?
According to his familiar memories, the owners of the "Thief" sequence were the Amon family, Jacob family, and Zoroast family.
The former didn't need thinking about—he had to avoid them until he reached Sequence 2. That omnipresent monocle was extremely troublesome.
The Jacob family and Zoroast family called themselves hidden ones of fate. Could it be that these two families left their inheritance and descendants in Tingen City?
Both families were angel families. Their rich heritage meant that even with small numbers, those remaining extraordinary items and the family names themselves were a terrifying force.
A strong feeling urged Kenley to go take a look. Perhaps here he could obtain the formula he wanted.
"Sir, we've arrived. The fare is fifteen pence." The coachman slowly stopped the carriage at the entrance of Number 62 Stuart Street, extending one hand through the small window.
"Thank you." Kenley took out his money pouch, paid the fare, and jumped off the carriage. The door sign nearby was clearly a dilapidated bar, with a sign reading "Endless Knapsack" at the entrance. Inside, a few customers were scattered at the bar, quietly drinking light beer.
For a "Thief," indeed a sufficiently large knapsack was needed to hold all the stolen goods.
Kenley could now almost confirm that this place definitely had some connection to his "Thief" potion.
Kenley calmly pushed the door and walked in. In an instant, he felt more than ten gazes shooting at him in unison. He calmly walked to the bar and extended his left hand wearing the ring.
"One soli." The bartender glanced at the ring on his left hand, drew a glass of black beer three-tenths full from a nearby barrel, and placed it in front of him with a "bang."
Bastard, you could clearly go rob people, yet you gave me a sip of black beer.
You really are a good person.
Kenley took out a one-soli banknote from his chest with his right hand and pushed it over. The bartender's right hand quickly swept across the table, and the banknote disappeared.
Fast hand speed, comparable to mine.
"Go inside, second door on the right." The bartender said in a low voice, conveniently taking the glass containing black beer and drinking it in one gulp.
I was wrong, you're just an outright bastard.
Kenley got up and walked inside, pushed open the second door on the right. In front of him was a dark, narrow wooden staircase. The width of the stairs could only accommodate half a foot. Every few meters, only one candle provided weak illumination.
He carefully walked down the stairs and pushed open another door. Inside was still a small room. Two guards saw someone enter, and one of them handed him a black owl mask.
"Don't cause trouble, or we'll tear you into pieces and throw you out," the other warned.
What friendly and kind greetings.
This room wasn't large, but anyone who needed to leave would pass through this room. Two handguns plus a short sword or dagger were sufficient to intercept anyone wanting to cause trouble here.
The security measures were very complete.
Kenley put on the mask. The person beside him pushed open another door in the room and tilted his head, indicating for Kenley to enter.
Kenley walked in. Inside was hidden a space about the size of a basketball court from later generations. On the room's walls, every ten meters there was a gas lamp, illuminating the entire room brightly. The walls were hung with thick tapestries, revealing the solid outline of marble between them. The floor was covered with equally thick wool carpets. On both sides of the room, more than twenty people in black robes and wearing the same owl masks sat quietly, with scattered items placed in front of them, waiting for customers to arrive.
This is a black market, so you have to wear black robes? How fitting.
There were already more than ten customers in the room, quietly selecting in front of stalls or asking about prices and uses in low voices. No one spoke loudly. Four guards in hunting attire stood in the four corners of the room, with bulging waists, clearly prepared.
Kenley took a deep breath. The air here was no different from outside. Above, there were clearly air vents leading to the surface, and more than one.
He slowly looked along the stalls on the left side. Various herbs, amulets, essential oils, and potions were the main commodities on the stalls. There were few things he needed.
A strong impulse enticed Kenley, making him eager to look ahead. At the third stall, a diamond-shaped amulet was emitting weak red light in his eyes.
This is a good thing?
There were no other customers in front. He walked over with a casual manner, picked and chose around the stall, and finally picked up that amulet.
The amulet was made of a mixture of brass, mithril, and a trace of gold, with a circle of mysterious symbols carved on it, as well as several characters that seemed to be carved in dragon language.
"What is this?" Kenley picked up the amulet and asked the stall owner.
"Don't know. This thing has been with me for a long time. If you like it, two pounds." A hoarse voice came from behind the owl mask.
"Greedy fellow." Kenley muttered quietly, his voice not loud but sufficient for the stall owner opposite to hear.
"I'll give you four soli."
After a brief bargaining session, Kenley obtained this amulet for sixteen soli. He asked the stall owner for a worthless thin string, threaded it through the only small hole in the amulet, and carefully wore it around his neck.
This thing should be useful to me.
Kenley simply toured around the room once, found nothing worth buying, and turned to leave. Just then, a man in black formal wear walked out from the other end of this room.
"Everyone, welcome to join our auction session today. The auction will begin in five minutes. Tickets are only one pound, only ten seats, ten seats."
Auction, this era also has such things?
He watched several people walk to his side, take out banknotes and hand them to him, then be led away by nearby guards.
"That money-grabbing fellow is here again." A nearby stall owner muttered quietly. "Customer, there's nothing good inside. If you're interested, that one pound at my place can buy two bottles of the enlargement potion in your hand, enough for four nights, letting you fully experience a man's happiness."
You drug-selling bastard, who knows what messy ingredients are in that potion.
Since I'm already here, it seems a bit unreasonable not to take a look.
Kenley put down the potion in his hand, walked to that man's side, and took out a one-pound banknote to hand over.
"Welcome, dear tenth guest." The man took the banknote and shook it, seeming to verify its authenticity. The crisp sound satisfied him as he tucked it into his chest.
"Please."