Chapter 1130

When Maka was interviewed by reporters in the minister's office at the top of the Ministry of magic, a slightly bent figure suddenly appeared near the guest entrance of the Ministry of magic.

Yes, it's the old telephone booth in front of an abandoned parking lot in London.

To be honest, it's really a remote corner in London, but it's not that no one has ever passed by. But even so, the seemingly eye-catching telephone booth seems to be non-existent. Few people turn their heads to take a look when passing by.

Obviously, magic has been applied there for a long time, and Muggles can't see it.

However, just today, a man dressed in Muggle stopped in front of the telephone booth and seemed to hesitate to look at him.

"Tut."

A moment later, I heard the man in his coat and felt hat smack his tongue gently, as if he was walking unhappily in front of the telephone booth. And then he pressed the brim of his hat, slightly lowered his head and passed the telephone booth, and slowly left to the other end of the abandoned parking lot.

After a while, the man walked into an alley opposite the parking lot and disappeared without anyone nearby.

Naturally, the man's intention is obvious. He came for the telephone booth, and of course, what he wants to go is the Ministry of magic building buried deep under London.

It's just a pity that the other party seems to know that the Ministry of magic has entered a 24-hour state of martial law. It's really not easy to sneak in.

In about ten minutes, at the entrance of the black market, which is also located underground in London, but has long been different from the past, the slightly bleak figure of the man suddenly appeared in the sparse crowd.

It has to be said that a confrontation between Maka and halbo almost turned this underground town that has lasted for hundreds of years into a dead city.

However, even if many people have abandoned darkness to light under a series of arrangements of the Ministry of magic, went to a new settlement and settled down again, there are still wizards who do not want to leave and return afterwards.

For example, the goblin organization dark spirit Pavilion, which has stood firm in the black market since a long time ago.

I remember that after the entrance of the underground black market was destroyed by Haier Bo, one of the main forces to transfer the people trapped in the black market who needed to escape from the black market was these goblins in the dark spirit Pavilion.

After the disaster, the goblins in the dark spirit Pavilion simply reopened a new entrance for those who need to go in and out.

Of course, since this channel is opened by a goblin known as a "miser", needless to say, it naturally has to be charged.

But fortunately, those goblins seem to think that there are fewer people entering and leaving the black market. In order to earn more popularity, the fees they set are not high.

"Three Sikes and one certificate, only one in and one out; one gallon and one weekly card, unlimited times in seven days!"

Even though the goblins of the dark spirit pavilion have been rich in their savings over the years, these little guys are still very stingy. Even the ticket money likes to add some marketing brains.

But seriously, this little trick really works.

You know, one gold gallon is equal to seventeen silver sikos. On the surface, there seems to be a big discount for buying weekly cards. After all, if you buy one-time certificates every day, you may need 21 Sikes a week.

Therefore, the word "unlimited times" is really attractive.

But many people who buy weekly cards forget that they often don't come to the black market every day, even two or three times a week.

For those who want to use hard and have enough money after buying a weekly card, the goblins in the dark spirit Pavilion will naturally be more happy, because it will naturally promote their other businesses.

Therefore, it must be said that these goblins are really genius in business.

Incidentally, the felt hat man mixed in the team at the entrance of the channel is one of the "poor people" who were fooled by the tricks of the goblins to buy weekly cards.

"Oh, welcome to the black market, my wizard friend... Thank you. Please take your weekly card and have a full three-day service life. Please pay attention to re purchase when it expires!"

The goblin who stood at the exit of the passage on the side of the black market and sealed the access certificate took the card, checked it, and soon handed it back to the man. As he passed, the goblin shouted in his sharp voice:

"Anyone who buys again with an expired weekly card will have a value-added card discount of one Xike!"

In the team, some wizards with wise consumption couldn't help talking when they heard the sound - these damn goblins are really good at making money!

But even if they know it, they won't be full enough to remind others.

Not to mention the proverb that "hindering people's transactions is equal to harming people's brothers" - this is a black market. Who would be so idle to mind others being cheated?

The man listened to the shrill cry of "welcome to the black market" again behind him, and didn't stop at the dark spirit Pavilion. When he got out of the hall and came to the street outside, he went straight to a street lane.

In fact, it can be clearly seen from this time that the underground black water has indeed bid farewell to the past prosperity. Not only are there fewer pedestrians on the streets, but also many shops on the streets have not been reopened after they have been closed.

However, perhaps because today's underground black market is no longer as secret as in previous years, there are many ordinary wizards among the sporadic passers-by walking on the street.

I remember in the past, those who would come to the black market were basically guys who covered their heads and faces, and many of them had been engaged in invisible work.

Perhaps after many years, it will be completely connected with the magic world on the bright side, so that the black market will no longer become a gray area that can only flourish in the shadow.

Unfortunately, I don't know how long it will take.

Before long, the felt hat man alone walked down an alley to the deepest part of the alley. When he pulled out his wand and gently clicked on a section of brick wall at the bottom of the lane, he saw that the brick wall suddenly sank down, revealing a thick wooden door.

It can be seen that there are several crooked words - "sleeping dragon bar" written on the old wooden door.

Seeing this, the man immediately stretched out his hand and pulled the wooden door open. As soon as he stepped into the door of the bar, he was drowned by the overwhelming noise.

This used to be a very popular bar, especially those young people, often come here to vent their excess energy.

But now, there are fewer people here. Only the deafening restless dance music is still ringing in my ears.

When the man came in, he glanced at the dance floor subconsciously.

I remember when I came here yesterday, there was only one Meiwa dancer working here. It must be that the bar owner thought it was too shabby to have only one beautiful baby, so he took a lot of effort to find another one.

Looking at the graceful posture of the two Meiwa in the dim yellow light, the man couldn't help taking off the felt hat on his head and gently shook the hair flattened by the hat.

Until this time, it can be found that the man is actually Martin Kingsley, who was hiding in the overturned lane. It seems that he has fully recovered.

"A priest's black beer, come on!"

Martin went to the bar and shouted at the inside at his throat. Then he saw that there were more domestic elves on the high stool inside, and quickly put a tie cup filled with black liquor in front of him.

When he raised his neck, he poured it fiercely and swallowed the cold liquor into his throat. After a while, he had put the whole glass of beer into the empty stomach bag.

Then, with a hiccup of wine, Martin often breathed out as if he wanted to spit out all his inner boredom.

"Bang!"

The sound of the wine cup on the bar was almost inaudible in the noisy dance music.

"Muriel... It should be pansy Parkinson who saved the little witch from the dungeon of the Ministry of magic?" he frowned and shouted angrily, "Parkinson... Why don't you save Muriel together!"

As Maka expected, Martin easily guessed what happened to the disappearance of the Ministry's suspect, and it was clear that he was quite angry now.

Pansy's half successful secret rescue operation put the Ministry of magic under martial law, so that it is difficult for Martin to save Muriel now.

"Damn it!"

He slammed the glass again, then Martin pushed it in and shouted in a louder voice than before:

"Another drink!"

To be honest, this noisy bar is really a good place to vent. Even if you shout, it's hard for others to hear what you're saying.

However, the underground black market is no longer better than before. Even this sleepy dragon bar, which used to be overcrowded, seems a little deserted now.

Therefore, no one could hear what Martin said clearly, but his great action and angry look were seen in the eyes of some customers looking here.

Among them, there happened to be a short figure in a black cloak, who seemed to care about him and looked here for several times.

Not long ago, I didn't know what the other party thought, so I suddenly stood up and walked slowly from Martin's bar.

"Well... Sure enough, is this guy one of the teachers' students?"

The short wizard walked slowly behind Martin and stared at his back for a long time. Then he whispered to himself.