Starting with the sentries on the frontier

Chapter 112 The Blessing of the Sea God?

Tuesday's work was quite easy. George was in charge most of the time, and Zag only needed to check a little bit when George finished the accounts. After confirming that there were no problems, he helped Mrs. Rowan organize the goods and various unprocessed or roughly processed magical materials in the underground storage room.

After get off work, Zag went home and, taking advantage of Mrs. Marsh's inattention, grabbed two baskets of werewolf fur and rushed out the door to the Freedom Drinking House.

For safety's sake, Zag bought another concealment necklace this time—a huge sum of 1 gold pound. If he had the old one, he would have only needed to pay the 10 shillings of mead required for the password to get in, but now he had to pay an extra 1 gold pound!

"That's still much cheaper than the black market elsewhere. As far as I know, the black market in Holland costs over 100..."

"You need a shilling to get in!"

Snowball followed again, still in its fairy-like stealth form, flying beside Zag.

Even high-level mages would find it difficult to detect a fairy's stealth state, let alone legendary mages—

Snowball explained it this way: "Perhaps it can be detected, but it can't counter the Mother Goddess's concealment magic unless a completely magic-suppressing cage is created—I mean, one of those damn magic-suppressing spaces. The Mother Goddess's divine power will be temporarily disabled. Anyway, even if you go to live in the Golden Palace in the future, I don't want to run into that damned Royal Chief Mage!"

Of course, given how remote and isolated Dongchui Port is, Snowball's cat safety is not a problem for the time being.

"Honestly, no matter how you look at it, this place doesn't deserve to be called a black market; it should be called a community flea market. It's so small it's laughable!"

The familiar complaints kept ringing in my ears until the human and the fairy arrived at Fox's stall. Only then did the kitten shut its mouth because it was glaring at Fox, trying to scratch him to death with a fierce look that the other could not perceive at all.

"Hello, Mr. Fox."

Zag greeted Fox in a rather drawn-out, drawn-out tone.

He was also a little resentful.

To be honest, I had just finished negotiating a business deal with Fox, and the other party sold me out right afterward. Anyone would be resentful in that situation.

"You are—"

Because he had purchased a new concealment necklace, Zag's appearance was now completely different, and Fox naturally didn't recognize him. However, as a businessman, he instinctively sensed the displeasure in the other party's tone. Upon realizing he didn't recognize Zag, he immediately said quite politely, "Is there a problem with the goods I sold you? But I'm sorry, I don't remember you. Perhaps you've changed to a new concealment necklace?"

After making his sarcastic first remark, Zag had already vented his resentment. He understood that if the black market was indeed backed by the Association, then a businessman like Fox, who made his living from the black market, certainly couldn't afford to offend the Association. Selling himself out would be understandable from a moral standpoint. Besides, Fox didn't even know who Zag was. At most, he handed over Helford's hair. Strictly speaking, subjectively, he didn't intend to "sell out" at all, so there was no question of "sell out."

So Zag's tone became much more normal in his reply: "Yes, the new concealment necklace. You gave someone else the sample from the deal we discussed last time. I guess you know what I'm talking about, right?"

"Ah! It's you! It's so nice to see you, sir!"

Surprisingly, Fox's attitude was quite frank: "Last time, when that old drunkard brought a fat guy over and took the samples you gave me, I thought you'd offended some big shot! I didn't expect you to be alright! You know, a small businessman like me really can't afford to offend that old drunkard and his ilk!"

Fox only showed a hint of apology when he said the very last sentence.

Zag asked curiously, "An old drunkard?"

"He's the owner of the all-you-can-drink place, and also the black market boss," Fox replied. "We all call him Old Drunkard," though I've never seen him without his concealed necklace.

Just then, "Raven" Kovacs from next door came over and said mysteriously to Zag, "Hey bro, do you need another spellbook?"

Fox immediately panicked: "You old crow! Are you looking for death?! You've come here specifically to steal my customers?!"

"Your guest can also be my guest, there's no conflict, right?"

As if he had been expecting this, Kovacs pushed a pile of manuscripts, identical to those from last time, towards Zag on his stall, introducing them as, "I went to great lengths to get these; they're all top-quality items from the Tower of Solitude, absolutely great value!"

Zag was indeed drawn in. He picked up a book and flipped through it, finding it similar to the manuscripts he'd bought before—mostly notes and "solutions," with even two related to alchemy. Zag read them with great interest and even learned two new alchemy recipes—

I have learned the skill "Water of Courage".

I have learned "The Blessing of the Sea God".

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"The blessing of the sea god!"?

Zag immediately became alert and then took a closer look at the manuscript about "The Blessing of the Sea God".

It is indeed not the same as the "Blessing of the Sea God" in the book he saw on the black market last week. The two words have similar meanings and can often be used interchangeably, but there are still some differences.

For example, "blessing" is more ritualistic and is a word born from the Holy Spirit and the Church. The word "blessing" originally did not have much religious connotation and was often used between Modos.

However, the fact that the two alchemical potions were so similar, and even that their recipes were so similar, made Zag take notice. Yes, the recipes for these two alchemical potions were very similar. Apart from the ritual part, the only difference in the fixed alchemical materials was that the [Blessing of the Sea God] required the addition of one more random alchemical material.

The so-called "random alchemy materials" are, according to the recipe, a part of a primitive magical creature of level 4 or above. At the same time, the ritual part of making the alchemy potion also requires the use of the same alchemy material.

The fur of the first werewolf can be considered "part of the original magical creature".

Of course, the ashes or fangs of the first generation of vampires, the vines of tree people, etc., also count, but there is no doubt that the "Blessing of the Sea God" that flowed into the market through the Life Transformation Association must have been made from the fur of the first generation of werewolves, which is why the victims who drank the alchemical potion all turned into inferior werewolves.

However, the Blessing of the Sea God is completely different. It is an alchemical potion that temporarily "transforms" life. It is said to have originated from the Sea Spirit Clan—this is written in their notes—and was later passed down to Quen Island, where it was finally incorporated into the alchemical potion recipes compiled by the Northrends.

The core alchemical material of this potion is the powdered scales of the Sea Spirit Clan. This alchemical material is also used in the ritual, and the effect is to temporarily grant the user the Sea Spirit Clan's unique "synesthesia" ability, allowing them to breathe underwater.

Clearly, most of the time, the main selling point of this alchemy potion is the latter, and it could even be renamed "diving potion".

"How much are these manuscripts worth?"

"Zag asked with a serious expression."

Ecovacs replied with a smile, "The usual price is 19 shillings per book, but since you're a regular customer, I'm offering a buy-four-get-one-free deal—that's quite a good offer!"

Divider: [Sea Spirit Clan]: An intelligent race living in the distant seas. Legend has it that they are an ancient race that predates the giants in their activity on the Dawn Continent. Some scholars also believe that the Sea Spirit Clan is the true native inhabitant of this world.

"The Sea Spirits lived in a world entirely of water until the gods descended, dawn broke, the seabed was raised, and from then on, the first continent appeared in the world."

Of course, this is just a legend.

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