For example, most of the finished products on this stall are for alchemy, with some monster furs, other basic materials, and even some potions mixed in. The one next to him sells all kinds of rare minerals, and also has other things mixed in. It feels weird, as if they are all grocery stores.

In addition to these, Dolai clearly saw that some of the things they sold at the stalls were quite old, and they were probably found in the ruins.

Dolai walked past the intersection of the black market, moving very slowly. He scanned each stall clearly and had a general idea in his mind.

There are indeed potion recipes, books on alchemy, finished potions, etc., but many of them are very old and may have become ineffective. However, in terms of value, they are still very worthwhile.

After thinking about it carefully, Dolai decided to take a look first.

At this moment in the black market, beams of light hung in the sky, illuminating the surroundings without any shadows. On the lonely island in the dark night, it seemed like a small sun.

After taking a quick look, Dolai came to an old man's stall.

The old man's stall was very interesting. He had everything, finished alchemical equipment, ancient artifacts, low-level potions. As long as it looked like it could be sold, he would take out all the things he had no use for. The most eye-catching things were the several ancient-looking parchment books on his hands. At this moment, seven or eight people had come to ask about it, and after asking, they shook their heads and walked away.

This book is Dolai's goal tonight.

In addition to this old man, there were some books on other people's stalls, but none of them met Dolai's expectations.

There were other people at the stall at this time, so Duolai looked at other things and listened to what they said.

"This is too expensive. It's just an old book. Maybe you won't even need anything inside. Is it really necessary to spend so much money on it?"

The man in black next to him was madly complaining about the old man's asking price.

The old man sat on the ground with a calm expression, and it was impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry. "You can buy it or not, I want this price."

"Can we talk?"

"Isn't this what we are talking about?"

The man shook his head helplessly, and looked at the old man's stall reluctantly, looking left and right.

There were other things on the old man’s stall. Some people bargained with the old man and bought some alchemical equipment.

At this moment, the old man noticed Dolai, because the young man had been watching here for a long time without taking any action.

He observed the young man for a long time and found that he was very young, but he exuded a smell like a corpse, yet he possessed amazing vitality, which was contrary to normal creatures. Generally speaking, there was only one possibility for this situation, and that was a clone, and a special clone at that.

The young man's strength is also very impressive, at level five. If he is not here in his true form, then his original body must be very powerful.

Just at this moment, the last person in the stall left.

He saw that the young man perked up, raised his head, looked at him, and said, "Old man, how are these books for sale? I am very interested."

The old man was stunned. Did he like these books? These were the only books that were the most valuable on his stall.

He thought for a moment and said in a calm tone, "These books were brought out from my ancient ruins. Most of them are books on potions, and some are books on alchemy. Which one do you need?"

Dole pointed to the big book and said, "This one, it's the only one on your stall that interests me."

The old man was a little depressed, and his tone was a little crazy.

The old man pondered for a moment and made an offer, "If it's a barter, I need 200 bottles of level 5 mental potion and 100 bottles of magic potion, or I can exchange it for magic cores of equivalent value."

The corner of Dolai's mouth twitched. Two hundred bottles of mental potion cost nearly 300,000 gold coins, not to mention the magic potion. No wonder the man was choked. For wild wizards, 300,000 gold coins might be easier to find. Potions are hard to buy. In general, except for Watsonburg, there is no place with such a large output.

He looked at the old man, whose strength was about level five. So many were for level four, so who were these for?

He thought for a moment and said, "Your value is really not low. Even if it is to the Wassenburg Road, I guess not many people can afford it. Of course, I'm talking about bartering."

The old man's mouth twitched rarely. He knew all this, of course, but there was nothing he could do. His granddaughter had good talent and had just been promoted to level four. She had no resources, so he had no choice. Fortunately, he got a lot of books from the ruins this time, so he had the confidence to speak.

He immediately said coldly, "Buy it if you want."

Dolai smiled and said, "I can take the things out, but I can't take them out now." He touched his arms, but the next moment, he became embarrassed, because the sixth-level pharmacist's token was in his original hand, but his clone didn't have it.

The old man also saw this.

Duolai was embarrassed. "I am a level 6 pharmacist. I happen to know how to make these two potions. If you can promise not to sell this book to others, we can trade next time."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then he was overjoyed and nodded.

He pointed at other books in a haughty manner and said, "The other pharmacy books are quite cheap, would you like to take a look?"

Duolai shook his head. "What I need now are the other formulas of level six and level seven. They are real formulas. Low-level potions are useless to me."

He was now somewhat interested in the ancient ruins that the old man mentioned. He had just carefully sensed that this book on alchemy was clearly a complete book. If he took it to Watsonburg, he would definitely be able to sell it at a sky-high price.

But I’m afraid the old man won’t be able to make it to Watsonburg.

There were other things on the old man's stall, but Dolai wasn't very interested in them. Apart from the books on Potions, he didn't need anything else.

After a tour of the black market, Dolai bought some rare minerals and wood and spent all the money on his clone. He then left with satisfaction and came to the outskirts of the island, a relatively dark place.

Here, four or five people are standing together, forming a big circle.

Two of them were Allen and the organizer, and the others were also there.

These people are all extremely powerful, all above level five, or even level six, and each is wrapped in black clothes.

Sensing Dolai's arrival, some people exuded strong malice, but after feeling Dolai's strength, the malice completely disappeared.

"Here comes another one. Welcome to our high-end auction, little guy. What do you have to auction?"

An unpleasant, hoarse voice came from the crowd.

Dole frowned as he walked. Neither the organizer nor Allen said anything, so why did this guy interrupt?

He walked over slowly without saying a word.

The man was asking for trouble and didn't say anything. Instead, he continued to say to the middle, "I want to offer sixteen level six gems for this thousand-year-old purple lotus."

Someone next to him said, "Eighteen."