We kept going along the valley, and soon, after walking about five or six kilometers, we saw an open valley.

The dark sky suddenly became clear, and a black area appeared in the vast white world. In this black area, tents of various colors were located on the ground.

When Dolai saw the tent, a figure quickly appeared in front of him. The figure was completely wrapped in a white cloak. If he didn't look carefully, he couldn't see it. He was startled.

"Who is it?" The voice of the person in the white cloak came without any emotion.

This is the guardian of the black market. Dolai bowed his head and saluted, "The man of the night." It was slightly dark at this time, but not yet completely dark, and things in the distance could be seen a little more clearly.

Anyone is just a password, and the man of the night is also a password.

The man in the white cloak nodded and said, "The admission fee is 1 gold coin. Also, you are a newcomer, so be careful and leave quickly after the transaction."

Dolai didn't nod, but handed the gold coins to the man, bowed, and then quickly walked into the valley.

As soon as he entered the valley, he could clearly see the tents. At this time, he saw that every tent here had words written on it, selling mineral materials in exchange for medicine or finished alchemy, selling various medicines in exchange for special magic patterns, or selling finished alchemy in exchange for medicine, etc. There were some things placed at the entrance of the tent, but they were not very expensive. Obviously, expensive things would not be placed at the door. This is a black market, a black market that no one controls.

There were eight tents in total, and there were people sitting in each tent, all wrapped in white cloaks. They had a subtle aura and it was obvious that they were not someone to be trifled with.

Dolai was a little shocked that there were so many wild wizards in the small city of Domon.

At the same time, he became alert, thinking that there might be spies from the Supernatural Society among these powerful people. Such plots can be found in many books.

What Duolai needs is magic crystals, and he has no shortage of other things. However, these people don't seem to have many magic crystals, and almost no one is willing to exchange for magic crystals.

After walking past several stalls, only the last stall said that it could be exchanged for magic crystals, but what the other party needed was a finished second-level magic potion.

Dole just glanced at the sign at the door, then stopped, stood at the door, and looked at the people inside.

The man was wrapped in a black robe. The clothes seemed to be not simple either. They had the function of isolating energy and he could not sense anything.

Seeing Duolai stop, the man raised his head, revealing only a pair of eyes, and a hoarse voice sounded, "If you need anything, I have magic crystals and various alchemical products here."

Dolai waved to Bal, asking him to wait a moment, then glanced at the man. After a moment, he slowly spoke in a false voice, "I need magic crystals. I want to exchange them for a Level 2 mental potion."

His voice was low, so that only that person could hear it.

But at this time, Dolai still felt that as soon as he spoke, everyone around him seemed to be looking at him.

The man also showed a look of shock, staring at him, "Level 2 Mental Power Potion? According to the market price, one bottle is worth 30 gold coins, and five bottles are worth 150 gold coins. Do you need to exchange all of them for magic crystals?"

Dolai looked at him, met his gaze, and said, "I only need magic crystals or magic crystal residues. Do you have so much in stock?"

Hearing this, the people around immediately pricked up their ears.

The man's voice sounded deep, "150 gold coins can only be exchanged for three units of magic crystals, and the magic crystal residue can only be exchanged for 15 kilograms. But I don't have that much, so I will only buy three bottles. Other fellow practitioners will definitely be willing to exchange the other two bottles with you."

He rummaged around in his sleeves for a while and took out two bags. One bag was very small and seemed to have nothing in it, while the other bag was bulging with things.

Duolai took the bag and took a look. One bag contained a unit of magic crystal, which were square finished magic crystals the size of a fingernail. Even through the cloth bag, he could feel the rich energy aura on them. The other bag contained magic crystal residue, which were pieces of broken crystals with extremely low energy density.

After weighing it with his hand, Dolai nodded, took out three bottles of medicine and handed them to him.

Just as this side was finished, someone on the other two sides shouted, "Hey, new guy, come over here, I have magic crystal residue."

"Hey, new guy, I have some here too, and I can guarantee your safety. That damn old ghost will definitely want to pay attention to you."

The first person who spoke was immediately furious, "Bullshit, you are the one who wants to pay attention to the little guy, come to me, I can give you more."

Duolai was a little puzzled. He felt that the second-level mental power potion was not difficult to refine, so why did these people seem to be in short supply of it?

He glanced at the two tents and then walked towards the tent of the man who spoke first.

When the people around saw this, they felt sorry.

Dole had just left when the man he was doing business with quietly popped out a small object that stuck to his clothes.

He narrowed his eyes, pretended nothing had happened, and continued to wait calmly.

Dole didn't notice anything and just kept moving forward.

He quickly came to the man. On his tent hung a sign that said he was selling finished alchemical tools and buying medicines, but there was no plan to exchange them for magic crystals.

The man was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen clearly. When he saw Dolai coming, he was immediately overjoyed.

"I didn't expect that it was worth it to travel 50 kilometers to get here. I actually met a master who made magic potions."

Duolai was silent. He thought that being able to make potions meant he was an expert? How funny.

However, he couldn't laugh when he thought that these people might not even have the recipe. His recipe was given by Bal, and it was really unknown where these people's recipes came from.

He suddenly understood why these people needed spiritual power potions. They might not have the recipe or didn't know how to make them.

He nodded and said, "You heard me. I need magic crystals."

"Two bottles of level 2 mental power potion, right?" The man directly threw out a bag filled with magic crystal residues. "I'll give you a little more, and we'll continue the trade next time." His voice was unpleasant, filled with a hint of weirdness.

Dolai looked at the bag, then took out the remaining two bottles and threw them to the man. "Are there any more? I want to use the gold coins to buy some magic crystals."

After getting the potion, the man immediately lost his enthusiasm and laughed out loud, "Using gold coins to buy magic crystals, you're so smart. If you can tell me your real name, I can tell you how to use magic patterns to refine magic crystal residues."

Hearing this, Dolai looked straight at the man without saying a word.

You wanna know my name so you can attack me, you old scoundrel?

The man looked at Dolai indifferently.

At this time, the sky was beginning to darken, and Dolai was ready to go back. It was too scary to walk in the dark in this icy and snowy place.

This time the mission was easier than ever before. He didn't even have to spend the gold coins he had. Now he finally understood the general meaning of the black market.

Bartering, some things cannot be bought with money, so accumulating various alchemical items is the right way.

When he was about to leave, four or five people came from the entrance of the valley, all together, wrapped in white robes, with only a pair of eyes exposed. When Dolai saw this, his pupils shrank.

It seemed that he was the only one here who used his face, and the others were more or less hidden from others.

It can't be seen in the light, unfortunately, the land I use is also a disguise.