This Wizard is So Unscientific!-Chapter 169 - Underground Black Market_1
Chapter 169: Chapter 169 Underground Black Market!_1
Chapter 169 -169 Underground Black Market!_1
“Andre Raven.”
In a hazy dream state, Tuck spoke with some rigidity.
“Andre Raven?”
The Fourth Rank Dream maker was taken aback.
“Isn’t your name Andre Ramore?”
“Andre Ramore is the name I use to disguise my identity as a member of the Ramore family.”
“That’s how I can obtain a formal identity in St. Land.”
“Then how come you have such an authentic Ramore accent?”
“I have been herding sheep in Black River Valley and Ramore for years.”
“I can mimic the accents of both places. To disguise myself as a resident of Ramore, I deliberately use a Ramore accent.”
“How did you manage to deceive the true eye interrogation of the Sheriffs in St. Land?”
The Fourth Rank Dream maker’s eyes narrowed slightly, becoming somewhat wary.
“My cousin’s older sister happens to hold the position of Law Enforcer in the defense of St. Land City.”
“That day, it was my cousin who interrogated me.”
“This…”
The Fourth Rank Dream maker was stunned.
During this period, they received a mission to investigate the mysterious Blasphemer.
Lower-level investigators gather information and report back for analysis.
After analysis, they, the dream makers, would conduct dream inquisitions.
If they found someone whose dreams they couldn’t invade, they would report back, and a more powerful individual would come down to investigate.
This time, the guy they found, “Andre Ramore,” seemed pretty promising.
But the result…
This guy was a fake.
Clearly from Black River Valley, yet disguising himself as a St. Land resident, directly reaping the benefits of identity.
They’re practically shearing St. Land’s wool.
You shear St. Land’s wool, fine, but they even managed to deceive them.
“This bastard!” The Fourth Rank Dream maker’s eyes twitched angrily.
“Are you a Steam Wizard?” The Fourth Rank Dream maker didn’t hold back any longer and began to interrogate deeply.
“I really want to become a Steam Wizard. My cousin told me that if I work hard for 500 years, there’s still hope of buying a Steam Sequence Core.”
“Work hard for 500 years?”
The Second Rank young Dream maker beside almost burst into laughter.
But he was fiercely glared at by the Fourth Rank Dream maker and choked back the laugh.
“Then, do you know Wizard Tuck?”
“Blasphemer Wizard Tuck? Who doesn’t know him; everyone in St. Land does.”
“Damn it! I’m asking if you personally know Wizard Tuck, not whether you’ve heard of him.”
“I don’t know him!”
Tuck’s voice and demeanor were very dull as he responded.
He was completely lost in the dream construct of the other party.
After a series of meticulous inquiries on many fronts,
the Fourth Rank Dream maker finally gave up on further questioning this Second Rank Wizard.
“This guy is just a deadbeat fool. He has less than a hundred Magic Gold in his pocket.”
“Hmm… This guy’s cousin is a Law Enforcer in St. Land, and a Fourth Rank one at that. Let’s not bother with his Magic Gold. It’s risky and not worth it.”
“Lucky for him he has a good cousin; otherwise, in this cutthroat St. Land, his bones would have been crushed to dust.”
After the interrogation, the Fourth Rank Dream maker shook his head.
“If I had had such a kind cousin back then, maybe I could have advanced to the Fifth Rank by now.”
As the two Dream makers left,
Tuck slowly awoke from the Dream Layer.
The dream consciousness induced by the Fourth Rank Dream maker told Tuck to forget everything that happened in the dream.
But such methods were completely ineffective against Tuck.
Whether it was his own Red Flame Dragon Scale Armor’s dream resistance capabilities,
or the natural strength and uniqueness of his Steam Sequence,
or even his powerful Steam Wizard Ecology,
or even the last layer of the Soul Rune Circle in the fourth cerement phase, all of these could negate the Dream maker’s interference with memory of the dream.
As a Wizard, Tuck had many abilities to counteract dream-based tactics,
“As I become more skilled and immersed in the use of Steam Origin Energy Spirit State and Precision Correction,”
“as long as I don’t actively drive the Steam Sequence, others can’t detect my Steam Sequence at all.”
“With ordinary Wizard’s abilities, my strength is not weak either.”
“At least, in the domain of the Fourth Rank Dream maker’s home ground—the Dream Layer—I can also hide perfectly.”
While the Fourth Rank Dream maker explored Tuck, Tuck was also testing his own stealth capabilities.
“These two Dream makers, I wonder which power’s members they are.”
“It’s clear they haven’t been corrupted by Dark Sun.”
“They harbor no malice, mainly just pure investigation.”
“Hmm… That Fourth Rank Dream maker is a bit dishonorable.”
“I never thought about asking for some tribute from you, yet you actually wanted to profit off me.”
“Without effective means of making money, even Transcendents of intermediate Sequences who are quite powerful might not be wealthy.”
“Materials required for the Intermediate Level Transcendent State aren’t few.”
“But anyway… there must be some Mysterious Organization behind these two Dream makers, or perhaps someone from the Dark Sun Church.”
“At the moment they are investigating, and it’s not convenient to take action, as long as we’re not discovered, that’s a victory,”
“When the opportunity arises, I can slowly start my investigation.”
Tuck was also clear that for now, stealth was the priority.
He wouldn’t take any action if it could be avoided, so as not to compromise his current identity.
Meanwhile, with his current identity, Tuck could continuously fish for information.
He could slowly unveil the forces of the Dark Sun Church hidden in St. Land.
As they searched for Tuck, he was also using this method to investigate them.
Only after confirming that the two Dream Makers had left,
did Tuck leave his house as usual.
In a concealed corner downstairs, Tuck performed a Phase Transition and entered a secret chamber.
About two hours later,
after finishing the tempering of a batch of elite materials, Tuck slipped out without making a sound.
He then quickly disappeared at the end of the narrow alley.
……
After St. Land launched the Steam Lighthouse project and the war arrived,
Tree Heart City relatively quieted down a lot.
But the Underground City was far from quiet; instead, it became even busier.
In Tree Heart City,
beneath the watchful eyes of order and the Laws, if you want to do business legitimately,
you need a clean identity, complete shop permits, a storefront that attracts customers, and even to hire a good-looking, articulate waitress.
Sometimes, when you meet some idiotic guys who just don’t get it, even though you could slap them awake, you still have to sweet-talk them like a fool; otherwise, they might complain to the business law enforcement on the streets.
Minor offenses mean a tired few days of amendments,
while major ones could result in fines, working a whole month for nothing.
But in the black market!
There aren’t so many troublesome things.
You just need a rag and a sign.
For those idiots,
buy if you want, scram if you don’t; there’s absolutely no need to indulge their bad tempers.
Of course,
there are quite a few disadvantages as well.
There’s no such thing as safety guarantees in the black market.
It’s common to sell goods and lose your life in the process.
Of course,
the Underground Black Market also has rules.
Thieves and Scouts can “pat down” stalls on the streets outside,
but that’s not permitted within the black market itself.
Once discovered, it’s a matter of chopping hands off,
on the spot.
And with a blunt axe, too,
where one swing could shatter an entire arm.
Afterward, they would feed the hand to the bloodthirsty Gladiator Creatures in front of everyone.
It’s an extremely bloody and ruthless practice,
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but that’s the law of the black market.
Apart from those who really have strength or those who are clueless, most would choose to set up their stalls within the market.
At least there you won’t suddenly find a bunch of people overpoweringly spectating, only for your stall to be stripped bare once the crowd disperses.
Star Track Market.
This is one of the few black marketplaces in St. Land Underground City that are managed by people.
Tuck had been here twice before,
and was quite familiar with its rules.
After paying 5 Magic Gold,
Tuck, in a semi-transparent state, like a shadow in Shadow State, secured a small stall that wasn’t too secluded but also didn’t have much foot traffic.
With Puppet Silk Line, he anchored a dozen Second Rank elite materials on the stall.
Tuck just sat quietly behind the stall, waiting.
As a Refiner, Tuck needed his own distribution channels.
Starting his own store was purely asking for trouble.
But the black market,
undoubtedly, was a good place.
Moreover, there was no shortage of wealthy people here.
Besides, the density of information in the black market was high.
Werewolves, Vampires, Transcendents tainted with Dark Sun power, and various wanted criminals were all there.
In this place where light and dark intertwined,
it was easier to understand the ongoing conflict between the Dark Sun Church and St. Land.
Of course, Tuck came here for an even more important reason.
The “Star Track Market” Transcendent exchange meeting, which only opened once every Ash Cycle, was about to begin.
Tuck was mainly here for that.
