Everyone in the Doorless Bar, a famous witch gathering place in New York, frowned and glanced at every customer who had just walked in from the corner of their eyes. Stephen Strange lost control of the wizarding world after he became the Supreme Mage.
Likewise, the current Supreme Mage's deterrent effect on the magical world is extremely astonishing. Since that order was issued, Wumen Bar, a gathering place in a gray area, has at least halved its customer flow. The remaining ones still dare to come to Wumen Bar.
Most wild spellcasters are registered.
Although these customers are not all highly skilled wizards, they also smell the prelude to the turmoil in the magical world. Therefore, when Salomon walked into the Doorless Bar, several wild spellcasters he had seen and knew
They immediately gathered around, trying to find out the news - Siberian Earl Kooz squeezed to the front with his strong body odor and strong physique. "This is a manly young man." He pointed at Salomon and said to the others,
"You can't imagine that I watched him grow up. At that time, he was still so small, only as tall as a finger. Now he is taller than me. It must be because he has learned my exercise methods, winter swimming, and wild boars.
Wrestling, pulling up trees with your bare hands...you sissies definitely can't do it."
"Merlin's beard! Count Keoz, we are not interested in why you are so strong. Let's get down to business!"
"Okay, okay." Count Keoz nodded bitterly, "Little guy, we big guys want to ask what the Supreme Mage's order is about! It's not that we all are unwilling to obey the Supreme Mage's order, it's this order.
It came out of nowhere. Did His Holiness predict some great disaster? Don’t look at me like that. Although the locals call me a prophet, I can’t predict anything.”
"We all know." The British wizard from before squeezed out a weak voice, "You are a barbarian."
The Wumen Bar was as lively as ever.
Magic is not allowed in fights, and Count Cooz quickly gained the upper hand, crushing the British wizard and an American wizard until the bar owner waved a stick to separate the crowd, and Salomon was
He just took a breath from Count Keoz's strong body odor. He didn't see what was going on just now, and thought that a talking brown bear had squeezed into the bar. After all, Count Keoz smelled no different from a bear.
"I'm just here to put up a notice." He said to the bar owner. "His Holiness leaves plenty of time for everyone. As long as it does not violate the laws of Kama Taj, there will be no problem."
"The Doorless Bar also welcomes the mystics of Kama Taj." The bar owner raised his head and glanced at Salomon cautiously, "But now people are panicked, and more than half of the guests are missing. Those people have gone to the black market port in the New York sewers.
, you and any Kama Taj mystics are not very welcome there."
"I know."
Salomon used a little magic to stick the parchment covered with Kama Taj's coat of arms on the moldy and damp wall next to the advertisements for aphrodisiac potions, wanted posters, and love potions. If anyone wanted to tear off the parchment,
, then the only choice was to tear off the wall covering together with the wall body. After he finished all this, he shook a stack of parchment in his hand towards the crowd. The content on it was exactly the same as the notice on the wall. "I'll do it later.
I want to go there and take a look." He showed a very evil smile, "Anyway, that place will have to be cleaned up sooner or later, and I don't mind if someone takes action immediately."
"The will of the Lord." Earl Keoz asked in a rough voice, "Boy, do you need help?"
The Siberian prophet was keenly aware of Salomon's purpose in going to the magic black market. Any spellcaster could see how luxurious Salomon's equipment was - iron-black gloves, blood-red holy cloth
The various bits and pieces of magic items have stimulated every spellcaster with magic vision to burst into tears. The magic black market in the New York sewers is a famous gray area, and this equipment is for those extremely poor guys.
But this is something I have never seen in my life. Although the mystics of Kama Taj have been in and out of the magic black market more than once, no one has ever dressed so solemnly.
Not to mention the long and short knives hanging on his waist and the large-caliber pistol hanging on the holster on his thigh. Obviously, Salomon did this on purpose because he wanted someone to cause trouble. "I don't think so.
"He said, "There is bound to be some blood there today, but it will definitely not be mine."
The Supreme Mage's reputation relies on his fists and swords, but not everyone obeys his discipline.
When the notice is posted, Salomon still has to finish a previous job. After all, he has received Kunlun's reward and cannot delay it any longer. Today, he must kill all the Hand who are spying on the dragon's bones. Today
It was the last day of the Christmas holiday, and this day was also called "Hell's Kitchen Bloody Night" by later New Yorkers. But in fact, the bloodiness in Hell's Kitchen was not as bloody as the black market port in the New York sewers. Previous Finnbo
The Battle of Winter was not well known under the blockade of Kama Taj, but this time it was Salomon who made his name openly and openly - it was a demiplane hidden in the dimensional gap, with the entrance located in a
It is located in a very old sewer. Anyone who wants to go there must take a boat from the ferryman to enter that demiplane in the correct way, otherwise they can only step into the sewage. No one knows what this place is.
When it arose, no one knows who discovered and established this small demiplane. It has naturally become a place for some mystics trying to escape Kama Taj, or for some dirty transactions.
This is a small shadow under the authority of the Sorcerer Supreme.
Kamal Taj is usually reluctant to manage this kind of place. Of course, it is not because Kamal Taj respects freedom and other confusing reasons, but because His Holiness has no interest in managing these trivial matters. But after His Holiness’s order is issued, even these
The shadow corners that are usually unruly must also obey. The purpose of Salomon coming here is to re-establish the authority of Kama Taj and shine the glory of the Venerable on this place again. He was the last to set off, and other Kama
Taj's mystics, such as Cassilios, have long taken over the task of cleaning up the Nordic magic black market.
His Holiness was considerate of Salomon and asked him to go home early for dinner, so he left the New York mission to him.
The so-called ferryman is actually a voodoo living corpse shrouded in tattered black robes. This living corpse has existed since the establishment of the black market and is still following the last orders to this day. Salomon has no use for it.
Due to the coins in circulation, the guests in the Wumen Bar did not dare to say where they had been, so no one handed him the coins - although everyone knew that they had been to the black market, but to tell them clearly was another matter.
It's the same thing.
"Take me there." Salomon stepped onto the boat with the angry wind lantern. Even though he had no coins, the ferryman still set sail.
The warm yellow light accompanied the swaying of the creaking bones of the ferryman as he rowed, and found strange and bizarre black shadows on the red brick vault. The boat was traveling very fast on the fetid slow water, and the two sides of the sewer were
Hidden in the corner where the light cannot be found are those terrifying bed monsters in fairy tales. Their shadows gradually emerge from the cracks in the wall, from the rusty grates, and from the dirty and dark sewage, with rustling sounds.
The slight rustling sound gradually merged with the sound of water flow. The boat continued to sail, and the further it went, the less traces of modernization became. Until the vault of the sewer was replaced by rough stones, and the grating became rotten.
The wood was swollen. The jet-black poisonous snakes clung to the boat in groups, and their small heads reflecting the faint light poked out from the edge of the boat. The putrid smell became heavier and heavier, making it almost impossible to breathe.
It was like a small boat sailing through a nightmare, but Salomon didn't care.