Black Iron’s Glory

Chapter 100: Fat Old Julian

The alley is curved, dark, with either walls or no candlelight on either side of the alley. Compared to the noisy noise outside, it is as quiet as a cemetery...

Looking up at the sky, Claude found that most of the houses on both sides of this alley called Flower Stone Lane were two-story stone building structures, and the roof protruded so much that only half a metre wide of a gap was left over this alley, so Silver Moon's brightness did not bring much light to this alley...

Claude could only move forward one foot lower and one foot higher, unable to see the ground, but could also tell the view of the alley by the sparse moonlight.

There is no one in the alley, and the muddy ground leaves countless waterlogs and marks of wheels rolling through the mud.

It didn't rain during this time, and the mud on the ground in this alley can only illustrate one problem. There are no sewage pipes in this place, and households can only throw waste water on the road outside...

Claude felt the alley was long, and he estimated that he had been walking for a dozen minutes and still had not found a house that lit the candlelight. Both sides of the alley were dark, and although the rough doors could be seen, Claude could not determine which was the underground magic market he was looking for at the underground acquisition point in White Deer Town.

Perhaps I should come during the day… Claude shook his head with a smile, listened vertically, and made sure no one was following him. Insecurity in slums, such a dark deserted alley, is necessary to remain vigilant. Otherwise, there's a black shadow coming out of your head and stabbing you to rob you of a few copper plates so you don't die or meditate...

Fortunately, Claude is hearing extremely sharply today, and if someone is ambushed in this black alley, he can definitely hear each other's breathing and heartbeat within 10 meters. But Claude seemed worried for nothing, and this black alley couldn't find a ghost.

Another four or five minutes, Claude found the alley making a big turn to the right, with some voices and candle fire coming in front.

Claude's spirit shook, and he made a big stride forward and turned around, seeing the sight ahead. Some of the foxes in his heart were suspicious: the place seemed to have come by itself, but for a moment he couldn't remember.

In front is the intersection of the four alleys, just like the intersection of the Cross Street, where the four alleys converge to form a small intersection of empty spaces with an old mulberry tree and a large rain shed under the trees with some dilapidated planks.

There are two fish leather lanterns underneath the rain shed, and a stall of evening snacks underneath the lantern. Claude just heard voices coming from over there, four or five people surrounded by loud noises sitting at a table over there. There is an oil lamp on the table, the stove at the night stand is bright red, the smell of seafood and rye wine drifts with the wind...

Claude walked to the open space at that intersection, and as he walked back to his heart, this place was a little familiar. When was the last time I was here?

As Claude approached, the loud discourse in the rain shed of the old mulberry tree also dwindled. Soon, no one made a sound. Only the burning noise of the fire Nazi was left from the stove, and occasionally there was a spark of Mars.

Claude can feel that everyone's eyes in the night stand are focused on him or his eyes are alert and vigilant.

I couldn't help it, who told him to wear a black robe and a grey nappy towel, neither to see his face nor to see his figure. This mysterious figure suddenly emerges from a dark, painted alley, and anyone who sees it will be more alert.

Who knows if this masked man will pull out a knife to rob a night stand or something? It's not uncommon for this to happen here. Or someone hired this masked guy to do it to who...

Claude ignored the people who were watching him at the night stand, and he reached the crossroads, looked at the rain shed and the old mulberry trees, and suddenly remembered what this place was. Eriksson brought himself here, not from the flower alley that leads here from the old street, but from another alley. There was nothing under this old mulberry tree during the day, and there was a dinner stall at night, and I couldn't even recognize myself for a while.

Eriksson brought himself here not to wander the alley, but to buy the malt sugar he loved the most. By the way, this is the fat boss who said to be back from the King to open the grocery store. What was his name again? Huh, Julian? That's the name, isn't it? He has a craft of making maltose. Ericsson said that after he went to Wang Du, Bai Lu Town couldn't buy malt sugar anymore. Good thing this fat old man leaf came back to mind...

So this is the grocery store run by the fat old man Julian who makes malt sugar?

Claude turned around and looked to the right, and he remembered that the fat old man's grocery store was just across the street from the old mulberry tree, and he came by himself once to buy malt sugar for his brother and sister, but it was the afternoon, and there were a lot of people walking in these alleys, and he didn't notice anything else, so he came to buy malt sugar and left.

Sure enough, Claude saw the door of the familiar grocery store, but the door was still open, and although there was no candle fire in the room, there was a lit fishskin lantern under the roof of the door, and the miserable white candle flame lit a line of white letters printed on the wooden wall behind the lantern.

At first glance, Claude coaxed the words "17 Flower Stone Lane."

So this is where the underground magic market opened its underground acquisition point in White Deer Town, and this is the grocery store. Reminds me that this fat old man Julian came back to town last year to open a grocery store, and that Mrs. Maria said that this underground acquisition point in White Deer Town had only been open for about a year, and everything was right. I didn't expect this fat old man named Julian to be a magician. I just don't know if he's registered or in the field...

Claude walked to the grocery store, reached the door, knocked on the open wooden door with a mute voice: “Anybody? ”

No one in the house, but there was a response from behind: "Hey, hey, what's up? ”

A fat figure emerged from the rain shed, courting this fat old Julian to drink there too.

Claude remembered Julian, a fat old man with a good smile on his cheeky face, who came with Alexon once, and then came alone, and saw a bunch of kids surrounding this fat old man listening to him tell the story of Wangdu. I bought maltose that time, and I saw this fat old man splitting the pieces of maltose to the babies around him.

But then Fat Old Julian was on guard, staring at Claude: “What's wrong with you? ”

“I hear you have special materials for sale here?” Claude answered quietly. At this time, he regretted not asking Mrs. Maria how to talk to her at the underground acquisition point. Why didn't she have a password or something to say to her? It also showed that what she wanted to buy was the magic materials that weren't meant to buy maltose...

Julian, the fat old man, didn't answer, just walked into the house. “Cuckoo” lit an oil lamp with a rock and turned it on: “Come in. ”

Claude, get in the house.

Julian looked at Claude and said, "What do you want to buy? ”

Claude looked at the shelves in the house and shook his head. He wasn't here to buy these grocery trinkets: “Something special, like magic crystals...”

Julian laughed, “Magic Crystal, do you think a grocery store like mine would have? Why don't you show me a spell first...”

Claude stunned: "Here? ”

“Where else do you want to be?” Julian replied ridiculously.

Put a spell... What spell should I put? Claude thought nervously, I didn't expect to come here to put a spell to prove the identity of his magician. His seven basic spells cannot be released. The eight spells Mrs. Maria taught herself are fine. There is no need for probing and underwater breathing, and no one else can see them. The Pearl of Light can't do this spell either. It's too much movement. You have to put a Pearl of Light out here. A big promise will make all the residents of this neighborhood come out to see God...

The air shield, too, can't be put out, it might be obvious under the light, there are several people sitting outside under the rain shed staring at themselves. If you see such a veil on you, you're likely to scream out loud and weird.

The ice condensation required water, and Claude looked at the counter and there was no cup on it. Polyhydration is no good, and it consumes a lot of magic. You have to keep your magic in case something else changes. For example, the old man in front of me laughed and hid a knife to eat black or something... Psst, I'm not black...

That's right, this line. Claude stretched out his right hand and placed it next to the oil lamp, hitting a loud finger. A small flame suddenly appeared on his index finger, and the bear burned next to the oil lamp, without any change in his index finger.

Fortunately, you can carry the magic book with you, and you can apply the spell immediately by simply typing magic onto the page paper with the illumination spell array structure on it. Normally, a magician who does not know the existence of a magic book cannot really tell if it is his basic spell. Claude was so proud.

Fat old man looked at the little flame on Claude's finger, waved his hand, the little flame was gone, and there was only one index finger stuck by the oil lamp.

“Follow me.” Fat old man turns around and walks in, “Cuddle," he opens a little door to the inside: “Go in. ”

It was so dark in there... Claude thought the fat old man wouldn't come with a light either. Only then could he be more vigilant and watch things change.

In the middle, he couldn't reach five fingers, Claude was about to ask a question, but listened to a "clap," and the door was closed again, and now even the light of the few oil lamps that had just been revealed outside was gone.

But the inside was quickly a bright white shake.

Claude blinked his eyes so he could get acquainted with the white light as soon as possible. Behind him, this fat old man put a bead of light without saying hello. From the brightness, this fat old man's bead of light is brighter than Mrs. Maria's.

Soon Claude's eyes adapted to this brightness, and he realized that the walls of the room he was standing in were completely enclosed stone structures, without a window, just the little door he came in. The roof is arched and also a large piece of stone, with a fist-sized hole at the top of the four corners of the wall, which seems to be used as a vent.

The room was empty and only three sides against the wall were covered with a thick black wooden plaid frame, which looked familiar. Claude, take a closer look, huh? Isn't this a wooden plaid shelf for groceries in the Wakurina store selling fishing gear and supplies on board? Looks like Vakuri said he was going to pack those groceries and sell them to this fat old Julian, and even packed those three rows of wooden plaid shelves.

Of course, the debris on the plaid shelf is no longer the waste that no one wants in Wakuri. Claude gave an eye for probation, and after following Mrs. Maria for some time, he had learned that identifying magical objects was more convenient and reliable than using spiritual force. One of Claude's basic spells is the eye of probe, an evolutionary version of probe, which is used to look at magical objects on a wooden lattice shelf to ensure that there are no omissions.

In an instant, the bright, colorful light on the three wooden plaid shelves almost blinded Claude's eyes, all magical objects, all with magical Na's unique light...

“How did you know I was here?” Claude heard the fat old ghost asking questions behind him.