Today's' Mr. Zorro 'was completely different from the thief he had been that day.
A gentleman's hat was so low that it almost reached his nose, and only a few strands of dark blue hair could be seen at the edges. His low-key yet luxurious clothing made him look like an elegant noble.
However, what this fellow was doing today was completely different from his beautiful clothes. After leaving Gabred's bustling main road, he headed straight for a secluded alley.
If not for the fact that this fellow was in a hurry and didn't turn around to check, Elvin would have thought that he had already been discovered and was running in circles to avoid being tracked.
"What a mysterious fellow."
However, for the sake of caution, Elvin still distanced himself from him, keeping a distance so that he wouldn't completely disappear from his line of sight.
After walking through five or six narrow alleys that even carriages couldn't enter, Elvin finally saw him stop in front of an abandoned courtyard.
Although the place was secluded and the buildings were old, the place was quite large.
From the mottled and broken decorations, this place used to be an old city where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. However, it had been abandoned for who knew how many years, and even various shrubs had grown out.
He stood in front of the abandoned courtyard.
'Zorro' took out a black one-piece cloak from his small bag and draped it over his body. Then, he faced the tightly locked wrought iron door and directly walked in.
With a ripple of water, his entire person disappeared without a trace. That door that seemed to have been baptized by wind and rain didn't even exist.
"Witchcraft? Illusion? "
Elvin walked out from his hiding place in the distance and carefully observed.
Only when he got closer did his active spiritual energy capture the remnant witchcraft aura in the air.
A permanent witchcraft had been cast here!
In reality, this place would only block ordinary people, but to Extraordinaires, especially those with active spiritual energy, it would be as conspicuous as a bright light if they were within five meters of it.
No wonder this fellow didn't have any anti-reconnaissance awareness along the way. It turned out that this place was a semi-public place, and anyone could enter as long as they could find it.
Moreover, after reading Leon's notes, Elvin, who was no longer a complete newbie, already had a guess as to where this place was.
"My luck isn't bad. It's like a pillow came when I was sleepy."
Elvin was glad that he didn't wear his military uniform today. Instead, he wore casual clothes with a hood. When he pulled down the hood, others could only see his chin.
Perfect!
Then, he walked straight in. It was as if he had passed through a layer of flowing water. The bustling sounds instantly filled his ears.
"How much …"
"It's too expensive, and the side effects are too severe …"
"If you're not buying, don't touch it."
There were all kinds of stalls, shops, and people walking around. Elvin instantly felt like he had come to a lively market.
However, this market was a little different from other places.
The buyers and sellers who were dressed mysteriously, the conversation was deliberately suppressed, and the overall decoration leaned towards the dark side. There were all kinds of strange and even creepy goods on the stalls, and a strange smell pervading the air. All of these indicated that there was something strange about this place.
In truth, it was indeed a bazaar, but it was not a bazaar for ordinary people. Instead, it was a Crow Bazaar that only served superhumans.
In Leon's notes, there were records of the Crow Bazaar. He was also a frequent visitor, and he was active as a seller. Although the era and region were different, they were essentially the same.
If Elvin were to compare it to an existence in the secular world, it would be similar to the "Ghost Bazaar" in his previous world. It would gather at sunset and disperse at sunrise. No one would be responsible for anything bought or sold here after they left.
Elvin felt that this "Mr. Zorro" was simply his lucky star. When he was about to doze off, he sent a pillow to him. First, he "gifted" him Leon's notes. This time, he "gifted" him a Crow Bazaar. He was really a great person.
Elvin couldn't help but guess that this guy was definitely a Magus. Otherwise, there was no reasonable explanation for his strange behavior.
Noble, thief, peak level Novice Knight, sorcerer apprentice. With so many identities, Elvin became more and more interested in Mr. Zorro's secret.
Although it was a little strange.
This kind of existence was obviously targeted by the church and the kingdom. How could he openly appear in such an important city like Gabrite? However, Elvin wasn't someone who would dig to the bottom of things. The deeper reason wasn't something that a newbie like him who had just entered the supernatural world should investigate.
After maintaining some caution, he officially entered the bazaar.
Entering the Crow Bazaar for the first time, he felt a sense of novelty. He didn't care where "Zorro" went and joined the crowd, minding his own business as he strolled around.
"How much are these Glib Tongues?"
Squatting in front of a stall selling herbs, Elvin pointed at a bundle of herbs with leaves that looked like a sparrow's tongue. He deliberately lowered his voice and asked the stall owner.
The Glib Tongues was one of the main ingredients for the "Bird Language Potion", one of the three self-created magic potions recorded in Leon's notes. Although it wasn't some precious herb, he couldn't let it go since he had encountered it here.
Originally, he was worried that he would attract attention if he frequently bought strange herbs, so he wanted to avoid the limelight for a while. However, in a place like the Crow Bazaar where everyone hid their identities, such worries didn't exist. Once he left the Crow Bazaar and took off his hood, no one would be able to recognize him.
"There are twenty of them in total. You can take them for two gold lions." The stall owner, who also had a black hood covering his head, didn't even raise his head. His cold and stiff voice came from the shadow of the hood.
He didn't care about the stall owner's attitude. Along the way, most of the stall owners were like this, asking for a beating if they didn't buy. If it were outside, their business would have been ruined long ago. However, it was normal here.
"Two silver bulls!" Elvin said his own expectations indifferently, but the price was cut by two-thirds.
The stall owner raised his head and glanced at Elvin.
At least, Elvin did feel two cold gazes from behind his hood. After a moment, he said, "Take it."
He was still as calm as an ancient well.
"It's still too high!" Although Elvin had already tried his best to overestimate the black-hearted level of the Crow Bazaar, looking at the stall owner's attitude, the price he quoted still exceeded the stall owner's expectations by quite a bit.
However, he wasn't depressed. What was written on paper was ultimately shallow. Leon's notes only recorded his own experience.
Moreover, a hundred years had already passed. If he continued to be trapped by Leon's knowledge and experience, he would suffer losses in the future.
After that, Elvin went to every stall. Other than the herbs that he was familiar with, he didn't even touch the other strange things at all.
In the Crow Bazaar, eyesight was very important.
In the Antique Bazaar, at most, he would lose some money. If he were to buy strange things of unknown origin here, he would lose his life!
This was also the reason why Elvin didn't even dare to collect the spoils of war when he encountered strange enemies in the past. Blood Anchor Zach and the indigenous witch doctor Gagon were the same.
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