Wizard: Adventures in Two Worlds-Chapter 422 - 163 Dream Market_3
Thought you could kick me out of the Six Rings Tower and then easily scheme against me? You’re thinking too simply.
Now, I’m no longer the outsider who just arrived at the Magic Forest, ignorant about everything. Even the locals might not know the surrounding environment as well as I do.
After packing his things, Carl quickly headed towards the outskirts of the market.
The locals he killed were mostly disposed of without a trace. Their souls were even taken to the Divine Domain Fragment.
Through the memories of others, he learned many secrets.
For example, the Dream Market.
This was a market several hundred kilometers from Leipzig Market, hidden within an unstable demiplane.
SWOOSH!
Carl’s figure appeared near a valley.
The valley was shrouded in thick fog. Two Wizard Apprentices stood at the entrance and came forward to greet him. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Honored Wizard, entering the Dream Market requires one Magic Stone. Also, please do not let your emotions fluctuate violently, or you may be expelled."
"Hmm."
Carl tossed over a Magic Stone and stepped into the valley. His figure blurred until it gradually disappeared.
As dreamlike as a dream!
When his vision cleared, Carl found himself on a dilapidated street where everything initially appeared blurred.
It was just like a dream. Everything seemed normal without close inspection, but a closer look revealed details twisted differently from reality.
Yet, his physical body had indeed entered this place.
No wonder it’s called the Dream Market. I don’t know the principle behind this demiplane, but it suppresses the spiritual power of Second Circle Wizards. A First Circle Wizard attempting to cast spells would also be expelled by the Power of Laws. Safety, however, seems to be assured.
He quickly found the person in charge and spent five Magic Stones to rent a long-term storefront.
He casually wrote a sign and hung it up before heading deeper into the market.
The Eyeless One’s House of Marvels.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
A knock sounded at the door.
"Please come in!"
A hoarse voice drifted from the room.
Carl pushed the door open and entered. A sour, peculiar smell assaulted his nostrils, causing him to frown and involuntarily take a step back.
Do dreams even have smells?
"This isn’t a true dream." An elderly Wizard with hollow eyes sat in the center of the room.
He held a skull emitting Ghost Fire, ’sizing up’ Carl with a sidelong glance.
A strange smile formed on his face.
"The esteemed Wizard Carl, imagine that! This is the first time I’ve seen a disciple of the Six Rings Tower here."
Although he had no eyes, he could ’see’ the newcomer clearly, even though Carl was somewhat disguised.
The Eyeless Brin, a Wizard with a special perceptive ability.
"Hmph!" Carl snorted coldly. "This market is ultimately informal, managed only by a few One-Circle Late Stage Wizards with good connections. It doesn’t offer as much safety as Leipzig Market, which is why disciples of the Six Rings Tower wouldn’t normally come here."
"Heh..." Old Brin grinned. "That’s not necessarily true."
"The Dream Market has been operating for over two hundred years and has only experienced a few disturbances. Leipzig Market, on the other hand, has been chaotic several times in recent years."
"That’s true," Carl nodded. "Since you know me, you must have heard about my situation. I can hardly consider myself a disciple of the Six Rings Tower anymore."
"I hear you’re quite well-informed. Do you know where I can purchase materials to construct a Wizard Tower?"
"Radiant Disks?" The elderly Wizard pondered for a moment, then said, "I’ll look into it for you and let you know if I find anything."
"Good."
Carl nodded and told Old Brin the location of his rented storefront. Without staying long, he bid farewell and left.
He had just returned to his storefront and hadn’t yet managed to tidy up when someone came to visit.
"Excuse me, what price are you offering for Floatstone?"
The visitor spoke cautiously, her left hand unconsciously shielding the pouch tied to her waist, while her right hand clutched a Magic Wand tightly.
Although she wore a veil augmented with witchcraft and deliberately loose clothing, it didn’t conceal her female identity.
Beside her were three others, likely forming a typical small group from the Magic Forest.
There were Wizard Apprentices and Great Knights among them.
Carl’s gaze casually swept over the four of them, and he stated, "One hundred Magic Stones per cubic meter."
"A hundred?" The woman hesitated, exchanged glances with her companions, and then asked in a low voice, "Can you offer a bit more?"
"Heh..." Carl chuckled. "Bring the Floatstone first, and then we can talk. As long as you have it, the price is negotiable."
