Chapter 813

If you look at it from the surface, the black market under the Thames is by no means a good place. As for the people who mingle among them, most of them are wizards walking on the edge of the Secrecy Act.

However, there is no black or white place in the world, so we may call them "grey wizards".

Marca doesn't know what others think, but at least that's what he thinks.

After all, even he sold some unsold magic drugs on the black market, didn't he?

Therefore, perhaps a long time ago, the underground space of the black market once belonged to Haier Bo. But now, if halbo still regards it as his private territory, Maka will be the first to disagree!

"McLean, are you sure these homes... Oh, I mean, can these elves do what you say?"

Even the well-informed old wizard, aginbad, was shocked when he saw such a large group of unique elves.

Over the years, where are there wild elves in the magic world? At least aginbad, who has worked in the International Federation of wizards for half his life, has never heard of it.

"Oh, of course!" Marca nodded. "I have reached an agreement with them. Believe me, their performance will surprise you."

It's late at night now, and helbo doesn't know what he will make in that underground space.

In addition, Maka didn't know that the Witt family actually didn't have the volume of summoning in abatair, so he had to hurry up.

"In short, while I take the elves to find a way to enter the black market, the patrols on the ground have to ask you... Mr. schlinger, I have reminded them to assemble and stand by in Auror's office. Please go back and give orders!"

For wizards like halbo who have experienced the era of magic war, Maka is not sure what the other party will do.

If Haier Bo tossed his brain into the Muggle world, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Well, when you think about it, the possibility is really not small!

After explaining a simple plan, Maka turned around again and waved to old lark in the elf pile.

"I have a space here. Because our Wizard's magic is targeted by each other, I have to rely on you to help me get there."

"'space position '?" old Lacker grabbed his big ear and looked puzzled. "What's that?"

"Well..."

Maka shook her head and found a word like this. For a while, she really couldn't figure out how to explain it to the elf. After all, such words existed in ancient languages, but elves never used them.

After a little stunned, he simply took out a door key and let old lac hold it with him.

"Can you feel it? That's the place..."

He tried to start the magic in the door key. Although he couldn't pass, it could also help old lac sense the spatial coordinates in the black market.

"I wanted to go there, but I didn't -- but I think you elves should be able."

The Elf race was under the control of wizards as early as the time when halbo was born. In fact, the way the wizard community treated elves at that time was no better than modern wizards.

When the war rose frequently, the elves who were very good at natural magic and had always been wrong about their values naturally became the best "allies" of the wizard.

Therefore, Maka was more or less certain that halbo's contempt for elves was a little better than Voldemort.

When Marca guided old lark to feel the specific position, old lark immediately nodded his big head.

"You're going underground?" he said plainly. "No problem."

But Maka waved her hand.

"It's not 'me', but 'US'," Maka said to the elves behind old lac. "Choose your people and go with me to complete the task assigned to us by your Lord ferry - this time we are likely to enter the battle."

In fact, it's impossible for the elves to fight against Shanghai Erbo. To put it bluntly, what Maka wants is the kind of "cannon table" group attack that the elves used to block the fire dragon group.

If there is a close combat with the Witt family, the elves can't cope with it.

"Oh! Are there any enemies of Lord Ferri? The elves are always ready!"

When he heard the name "Lord Ferri", old lark was like beating chicken blood. The idea of ancestor worship was like deeply planted in their blood.

After shouting a slogan like an oath, old lac immediately turned around and went to select and organize his "Lord firry pioneer corps".

When Maka turned around again and faced aginbad and others again, she was not surprised to see faces full of confusion.

"They have been isolated from the world for too long, so they still use an ancient language, which has been distorted from generation to generation," he explained casually. "In fact, I can't understand all of it."

Just a quick answer to the people's inner doubts, Maka no longer said anything, but directly said that everyone can take action.

"I just hope things haven't gotten too bad..."

……

In the underground black market in London, it is still so dark. It's just that there's a lot more chaos tonight than in the past.

Many people already know that the exports of the black market have been destroyed.

Shops and stalls in several streets began to close, and most wizards who lived here began to find ways out.

If you look carefully, you can find that almost all the people who run frequently in the streets are scattered people who act alone on the black market on weekdays.

In fact, after so many years of evolution, the black market is more organized than people think.

Take one of the biggest examples - for example, the dark spirit Pavilion. After discovering that wizards can't leave the black market for the first time, those goblins whose minds are full of ways to make money immediately emptied the largest billboard in the hall.

Soon, the wizards who ran around like headless flies heard that the dark spirit pavilion was providing temporary "delivery service", and the price was unexpectedly fair.

Yes, wizards can't get out, but the goblins' natural magic is not affected at all. Although they don't have the ability of elves to send a group of people out at once, the "one-to-one service" can obviously make the Wizards feel the sincerity of the dark spirit Pavilion.

In doing business, what we pay attention to is reputation. Those goblins obviously want to take advantage of this opportunity to make a good reputation.

Of course, there are well-informed people who know they can't leave the black market for a long time, and naturally there are those who haven't found anything unusual at all.

Speaking of, the black market is really not a small place, so it gave birth to a group of guys who chose to live here for one reason or another.

Some are to avoid being wanted, while others are businessmen with fixed supply channels, such as Maka's old classmate husband and wife, which belong to the latter.

At this time, Maka and old lac appeared in the potion shop of his old classmate in a burst of space distortion.

"Lark, wait here first. I'll go out and find out. If someone comes in here, don't be polite. Just knock him out."

As he spoke, he looked around.

When taking Christine and Charles away, there was almost no cleaning up here due to time constraints. But before going out, Christine locked the door.

Maka looked around and found no sign that anyone had come in.

But when he separated from old lac and came to the street outside, he was immediately surprised by the picture he saw.

"What's the... Situation?"

It has been a long time since the black market was isolated from the outside world, but most of the stores in this street are still open.

Even the number of pedestrians on the street is only a little less than before.

Although it is not very close to the main road with the largest flow of people, Maka can't help wondering about the unmoved situation like this.

"The news is sluggish? It doesn't make sense..."

The state of the black market seems to be quite different from what Maka thought before.

Without further thought, he walked along the street again. He didn't guess until he met two teams of wizards in uniform on the way.

It seems that some forces are maintaining order in the black market in an organized way - Maka doesn't come here many times, and many things are handed over to others, so that he subconsciously ignores the existence of "managers" in the black market.

"I've been so comfortable lately that I've forgotten my old days."

He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, and laughed a little mockingly.

"However, this may not be good news for me..."

Put aside the hesitation in her heart, Maka went through several streets and finally came to the middle Avenue.

The situation here is obviously much more chaotic. A large number of male and female wizards gather here, which can't help but make Maka feel surprised that "there are so many people in the black market".

When there are many times more chaotic people than those who maintain order, the effect of the latter is quite limited.

"Well... Anyway, go back to the Witt family residence first!"

Observing the state of the black market first can provide more convenience for follow-up actions, and after a general understanding, he will do what he should do.

Along the way, Maka passed low over the main streets in an invisible state, but she finally felt a panic from the people.