This wizard is just unscientific

Chapter 170 The Underground Black Market!

"Andrei Ravin".

Tucker, still in a dreamlike state, spoke with slightly stiff words.

"Andrei Raven?"

The fourth-tier dream weaver was taken aback.

"Isn't your name Andrei Ramour?"

"Andrei Lamoir is the name I used to impersonate a member of the Lamoir group."

"Because that way I can obtain official status in St. Rand."

"Then how do you manage to have such a perfect Lamoir accent?"

"I herded sheep in the Black River Valley and Lamor year-round."

"I can speak both accents. In order to disguise myself as a resident of Lamore, I specifically used the Lamore accent."

"So how did you manage to fool the sheriffs of St. Rand during their interrogation?"

The fourth-tier dream weaver's eyes narrowed slightly, and he became somewhat wary.

"My second maternal uncle's eldest cousin holds the position of St. Land's city defense [law enforcement officer]."

"That day, it was my older cousin who interrogated me."

"this……"

The fourth-tier dream weaver was stunned.

During this time, they received a mission to investigate the mysterious blasphemer.

After the investigators at the lower levels gather information, they submit it to the higher-ups for analysis.

After the above analysis is completed, these dream architects will be brought out for dream interrogation.

If it is found that the dream cannot be invaded, it will be reported to the higher authorities, and a powerful person will come down to investigate.

This time, the guy they found, "Andrei Lamoor," is quite promising.

result……

This is a damn fake.

They were clearly from Black River Valley, but they pretended to be from Saint Rand, directly reaping the benefits of their identity.

This is practically fleecing St. Land.

You not only exploited Saint Rand, but you also cheated them.

"That bastard!" The fourth-tier dream weaver's eyes twitched.

"Are you a steam wizard?" The fourth-tier dream wizard stopped hiding his true intentions and began a thorough interrogation.

"I really want to become a steam wizard. My older cousin told me that if I work hard for 500 years, I still have a chance to buy a steam sequence core."

"Work hard for 500 years?"

The young second-tier dream weaver standing nearby almost burst out laughing.

But a fierce glare from the fourth-tier dream weaver silenced him.

"Do you know the wizard Tucker?"

"The blasphemous wizard Tucker? Everyone knows him, everyone in Saint Rand knows him."

"Damn it! I asked if you know the wizard Tucker, not if you know anything about the wizard Tucker."

"I don't know him!"

Tucker responded in a dull and lifeless tone and with a blank expression.

They were completely immersed in the dream world woven by the other person.

After asking detailed questions in many aspects.

The fourth-tier dream weaver finally gave up on questioning the second-tier wizard before him further.

"This guy is a complete idiot who just loafs around and waits to die. He only has less than a hundred magic coins in his pocket."

"Hmm... This guy's cousin is a law enforcement officer in Saint Land, and a fourth-tier one at that. Forget it, I won't touch his magic metal. It's risky and not worth it."

"Luckily, he has a wonderful cousin; otherwise, in this cannibalistic Saint Land, his bones would be smashed to pieces."

After some questioning, the fourth-tier dream weaver shook his head.

"If I had a cousin who treated me this well back then, I might have been able to advance to the fifth rank by now."

As the two dream architects left.

Tucker slowly awoke after leaving the dream layer.

The dream consciousness, driven by the fourth-level dream weaver, tells Tucker to forget what happened in the dream.

But that method was completely ineffective against Tucker.

Regardless of Tucker's own Crimson Dragonscale Armor's dream resistance capabilities.

Or perhaps it's the inherently powerful and unique nature of Tucker's steam sequence.

Or perhaps it's the powerful steam wizard ecosystem of Tucker.

Even the final four-ring soul rune ring can still counteract interference from the dream weaver on dream memories.

As a wizard, Tucker possesses many abilities to counteract methods like dreams.

"As I become more proficient and in-depth in using steam, the primordial spirit, and precision, correction."

"As long as I don't actively drive the steam sequence, no one can detect my steam sequence at all."

"Using conventional wizarding methods, my strength is equally formidable."

"At least, in the dream realm of a fourth-tier dream weaver, I can also perfectly conceal myself."

While the fourth-tier dream weaver was investigating Tucker, Tucker was also testing his stealth abilities.

"I wonder which faction these two dream weavers belong to."

"They were clearly not corrupted by the Dark Sun."

"There was no malice involved; it was just a simple investigation."

"Hmm... that fourth-tier dream weaver is a bit unscrupulous."

"I never even thought of asking you for a gift or anything, yet you're trying to make money off me."

"Without effective means of making money, even a mid-level superhuman with relatively strong abilities may not be wealthy."

"The materials required for a mid-level transcendent state are quite numerous."

"But no matter what... there must be some mysterious organization behind these two dream weavers, or rather, members of the Church of the Dark Sun."

"They are currently investigating and it's inconvenient for them to take action. As long as we don't get discovered, it's a victory."

"When the opportunity arises, I can investigate at my own pace."

Tucker also knew that stealth was still the priority.

Avoid taking action if possible, and try not to damage your current status.

At the same time, with his current identity, Tucker can fish for fish indefinitely.

They slowly uncovered some of the hidden forces of the Church of the Dark Sun in St. Rand.

While they were investigating Tucker, Tucker was also investigating them in the same way.

After confirming that the two dream architects had left.

Tucker then went out as usual.

In a secluded corner downstairs, Tucker used a phase-shifting technique to enter the secret room.

About two hours later.

After Tucker finished refining a batch of elite materials, he quietly slipped out.

Tucker then quickly disappeared at the end of the alley.

…………

As Saint Rand launched the Steam Lighthouse Project, war broke out.

Treeheart City was relatively quiet.

But the dungeon didn't become deserted at all; on the contrary, it became even more lively.

Within Treeheart City.

To open a legitimate business under the watchful eyes of order and law.

You will need a clean identity, complete shop permits, a noodle shop that can attract customers, and you may even need to recruit a good-looking and articulate female server.

Occasionally, you'll encounter some clueless idiots who, instead of simply slapping someone to wake them up, insist on acting like a subservient grandson to appease them, lest the other party complain to the local business enforcement department.

At best, rectification takes three to five days, but it requires a lot of effort and time.

Serious offenses will result in fines, meaning a month's work will be for nothing.

And on the black market!

Then there won't be so many troublesome things.

All you need is a rag and a sign.

For those idiots.

Buy what you want, or leave. There's no need to put up with their bad temper.

Of course.

There are also quite a few drawbacks.

There's no security or protection whatsoever in the black market.

Losing your life while selling goods is a common occurrence.

Of course.

Even the underground black market has its rules.

Thieves and scouts were allowed to "touch" the stalls set up on the streets outside.

But that's not allowed in the black market.

If discovered, the punishment is having your hand chopped off.

I'll chop off my hand on the spot.

Moreover, the hand was chopped off with a blunt axe.

One swing of the axe and an arm would be shattered.

Then, in front of everyone, he would feed his hands to those bloodthirsty gladiators.

It was an extremely bloody and cruel practice.

But that's how the black market works.

Aside from those who are truly capable or don't know the ropes, people who set up stalls outside would be the only ones doing so.

Generally, they set up stalls in the black market.

At least... there won't be a sudden, overwhelming crowd that leaves nothing on the stall when everyone disperses.

Star Trails Market.

This is one of the few managed black markets in the Saint Land Underground City.

Tucker had already visited twice before.

They are also quite familiar with the rules here.

After paying 5 magic coins.

Tucker, in a semi-transparent state, like a shadowy figure, acquired a small stall that wasn't too remote, but also had a low flow of people.

Anchor a dozen or so Tier 2 elite materials to the stall using puppet threads.

Tucker sat quietly behind the stall, waiting patiently.

As a refiner, Tucker definitely needs his own distribution channels.

Opening your own shop is simply asking for trouble.

And the black market.

Without a doubt, it's a great place.

Moreover, there are quite a few wealthy people here.

In addition, the black market has a high density of information.

Werewolves, vampires, superhumans imbued with the corrupting power of the Dark Sun, and various other superhumans such as wanted criminals are all present here.

In this location where light and darkness intersect.

It makes it easier to understand the state of the conflict between the Church of the Dark Sun and St. Rand.

Of course, Tucker's more important purpose in coming here was...

The "Star Orbit Market," a gathering of extraordinary individuals that only opens once every Ash Cycle, is about to begin.

Tucker came primarily for this purpose.

(End of this chapter)