Planting an immortal tree in the wizarding world

Chapter 17 Diagon Alley Black Market

Ronan summoned the Primordial Chaos and analyzed himself.

Lifespan: 109↑

Strength: 4.9↑

Spirit: 6.4↑

Mana: 5.4↑

Technique: Ancient Tree Longevity Technique (Level 3, 3%+)
Talismans: Protective Amulet (Master 10%), Lightness Amulet (Master 3%)

Sorcery: Growth (Mastery 92%)

Knowledge: Plant Science (Proficient 82%), Pharmacology (Proficient 62%)

Potions: Growth Promoter (Proficient 23%), Anti-aging Agent (Proficient 36%), Basic Meditation Potion (Proficient 35%)

Cultivation Realm: Qi Refining Level 4

Wizard Level: Second-Level Wizard Apprentice

Having reached the fourth level of Qi Refining, with his current mental and magical strength, he is already a second-level wizard apprentice.

'I've reached the fourth level of Qi Refining. I wonder what the range of my divine sense is like.'

The wider the range of divine sense, the easier it is to perceive danger.

This proved quite useful for him in exploring unfamiliar places where monks gathered.

With this in mind, Ronan immediately released his divine sense.

An invisible wave of spiritual energy emanated from the center of his brow and spread outwards.

He can sense things within about fifty meters around him.

The senses are strongest around the body, and become weaker the further away you go (about 50 meters).

Once you get beyond fifty meters, you can't sense anything anymore.

Having learned the range of his divine sense, Ronan had a thought and withdrew his divine sense.

……

These days, Ronan takes time every day to concoct anti-aging agents for Paul to sell.

Some aristocratic families, that is, wizarding families, have wizards in their homes who use magic to prevent aging, so they naturally do not need Ronan's anti-aging potion.

Some noble families in the middle and lower reaches of the country, who do not have wizards in their families and would have to spend a lot of money to hire a wizard, are quite fond of this anti-aging agent with a slightly lower price.

For every bottle of anti-aging serum sold, Ronan receives a share of three Valant coins.

In the past month, he has received more than nine hundred valant gold coins.

In addition, his letters home received a response from his aristocratic father, Layton Lawrence.

His father sent him 500 Valant gold coins, which he received three days ago.

In addition, he inquired about the apothecaries in Triumph City that sold potion ingredients through channels other than Paul's.

Disguised, they distributed and sold the excess potions from the anti-aging serum.

This brought in another sum of money.

He currently has over 1,600 valant gold coins in his pocket.

With a little more diligence, I can soon earn enough money to buy a storage artifact.

'Once I buy the storage artifact, I'll be able to explore the area where cultivators gather.'

During this period, he has been actively preparing for everything.

He prepared three pouches each for the amulet and the lightness amulet.

He piled them all under the bed, waiting to put them in after he bought the storage artifact.

We are still short of weapons.

After activating the amulet and the lightness amulet, he possessed terrifying speed and defensive capabilities.

If a sharp blade is added, its lethality will increase greatly.

'But where can I buy weapons?'

Ronan frowned.

The Kingdom of Valant restricts not only the sale of wizarding knowledge and magical materials, but also the sale of weapons and armor.

The blacksmith shops on the street could only sell the weapons and armor they forged to registered knights.

Furthermore, the buyer's name had to be registered for every weapon and piece of armor sold.

If a blacksmith shop does not do this, it will be subject to a hefty fine.

If serious consequences result, such as an unregistered buyer using the blacksmith's weapons to kill someone.

The blacksmith shop owner might even face the death penalty.

'Go find Paul, he has connections.'

With that thought in mind, Ronan went out and headed towards the Wild Deer Bar. ...

Wild Deer Bar.

When Ronan met Paul, Paul was drinking with a scantily clad woman.

The woman sat on Paul's lap, and they flirted with each other.

"Ronan, hehe."

Upon seeing Ronan, Paul greeted him with great enthusiasm.

Then, he gently patted the woman's buttocks.

The woman then got off Paul's lap and walked to the other side.

Since the anti-aging drug sold well, Paul's life has become more comfortable, and his attire has become more glamorous.

Previously, Paul always wore a simple wizard's robe.

Now, his wizard robes not only fit snugly against his body, but are also imbued with defensive magic, radiating magical energy.

Ronan sat down next to Paul.

The lingering fragrance of the woman from before could still be smelled in my nostrils.

"Ronan, here you go."

Paul took a cloth bag from his wizard's robe and handed it to Ronan.

Ronan took it, and just by weighing it, he knew there were nearly fifty Valant gold coins inside.

"Hehe, thanks to those noble ladies and young women, another windfall today," Paul said.

Ronan stuffed the purse into his clothes and asked in a low voice:

"Paul, I want to get a sharp blade. Do you have any connections?"

Paul, upon hearing this, immediately said, “Indeed, you are a wealthy man after all, you should buy a sharp blade for self-defense.”

"Although the security in Midtown is not bad, when danger comes, you still have to rely on yourself first."

“I know a few blacksmith shops that will sell you weapons and armor, but they often charge very high prices, after all, they have to take risks.”

"However, I do know a place where I might be able to find some decent weapons."

"Where?" Ronan asked, thinking to himself that Paul really had connections.

“Diagon Alley,” Paul said.

"This place is in the lower town, hehe, I only found out a few days ago."

“The black market opens every few days.”

“Items that are prohibited from being bought or sold by the laws of the kingdom will be sold at the stalls.”

"However, the place is full of dragonfish, making it difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake items."

"To find good items, you need a good eye and a bit of luck."

As he spoke, Paul unbuttoned a long, narrow pouch.

He pulled out an old, small magic wand from it.

"I found this wand on the black market."

"Don't let its age fool you, if you use it to cast fire magic, it can amplify your spells by five percent!"

"And its price is half that of similar wands!"

After showing off the wand to Ronan, Paul put it back.

"I also saw quite a few weapons on the black market."

"Hammers, chain hammers, short swords... you name it, they have it."

"Some of them even claim to be weapons forged by elves or dwarves."

"It also has elven rune carvings or dwarven casting threads."

"Unfortunately, I am a ranged wizard, and these weapons are useless to me."

"But I studied elven magic at the academy and recognize many elven runes. I can help you take a look."

"When will the black market open?" Ronan asked.

"The next opening time is tomorrow at four o'clock in the afternoon," Paul replied.
"If you're free, let's meet in Diagon Alley in downtown tomorrow."

……

The following afternoon, Ronan walked into Diagon Alley.

Diagon Alley is flanked by high walls that completely block out the afternoon sun.

The entire alleyway appeared dark and cramped.

Ronan looked around and saw rows of simple stalls lined up against the high walls in the alley.

(End of this chapter)