The red rose of the age of elves

Chapter 4 The Black Market, The First Pot of Gold
Mo Ran lowered the brim of his hat quite a bit. When he was doing simple tasks before, he had a preliminary idea of ​​the underground market.

But he had the Plasma Corps, an unborn underground organization, as his background. Of course, the burly man standing at the gate of the black market would not offend him.

However, it's a little difficult now.

Mo Ran looked at the tall, ferocious man in black who was guarding the entrance of the black market, and of course saw the elf ball on his waist.

At this time, releasing the agate jellyfish to fight is also self-defeating, so Mo Ran walked over very alone.

"Stop."

The man in black saw Mo Ran's figure in a black hooded coat from a distance, and when he saw him approaching, he let out a low growl, his brows were full of menace.

"Show your identity."

Seeing that the other party turned a blind eye to his demonstration, the man in black frowned and said.

"There doesn't seem to be such a rule here."

Mo Ran's voice was low, sounding like a young man's.

Just kidding, how could the black market need an identity, did the other party treat him as a rookie? "

The man in black's face froze, and he took a step back resentfully. He thought that the other party was a rookie who didn't understand anything. If the threat was successful, he could ask him for a so-called entrance fee, but it seemed to be a failure.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Ran's mouth, and he pushed open the heavy door, ignoring the watchdog.

The types and locations of all black markets are similar, and they are all set up underground. People on the ground will not think that there is a sinful kingdom underground.

Yes, as long as you have money, you can do anything in the black market.

From selling elves, eating elf meat, to buying skill machines, everything that is not allowed to happen on the ground is a matter of course underground.

His colleagues in the research institute once took him to eat Jenny's turtle-wrapped meat, and they all said that the taste was good.

Take the dilapidated elevator all the way down, and you can see the entire underground market through the glass.

Feeling all kinds of strange or malicious gazes cast on his body, Mo Ran pursed his lips, that's what happens if he doesn't have strength.

Whether you want to go further and further on the road of researcher, or continue to live in such a peaceful way, the power of elves is necessary.

Feeling the glaring gaze of Rumang on his back, Mo Ran wandered around various stalls. There were many products that interested him, but not many were actually used. The most important point was that he was now penniless.

After strolling around, wandering around in the alley, and casting away a lot of gazes, Mo Ran followed a group of people to a shop that specializes in product appraisal.

He is going to appraise the elf cube he made here, and then auction it to that store. He believes that his products can arouse the interest of the other party when most of the breeders are monopolized by the alliance.

After waiting for about half an hour, Mo Ran took a step forward, opened the curtain, and walked into the narrow shop.

On the two rows of shelves are a lot of goods, large and small, skill machines, elf balls, and even the ultimate hatching device, fossil identifier, etc. that this research institute only has.

The owner of this store is an old man. When Mo Ran looked at him, the other party showed a harmless smile.

Mo Ran saw the big wolfhound dozing off behind him, and the corners of his mouth twitched. The level of this big wolfhound was about forty, and his aptitude had been improved by the old man.

"I have something here that will interest you."

Mo Ran sat down at the table and took out a box from her arms.

"Let's identify the product first." The old man pushed his eyes and took out the banknotes.

Mo Ran opened the box, and a refreshing tree fruit smell wafted out. It was a bit sour, like lemonade or summer.

"This is...?" The old man's eyes flickered, showing an excited smile: "Lemon cubes?"

"Sure enough, he knows the goods." Mo Ran said indifferently, and then closed the lid.

The old man's smile faded away, and there was a trace of vigilant scrutiny in his eyes, observing Mo Ran from the corner of his eyes.

There is a reason why Mo Ran prepared this black hooded coat. Now Mo Ran's face is hidden in the darkness, and the old man can't see anything.

"40." The old man said calmly, observing Mo Ran, "but I have a request, can you sell these lemon cubes directly to me instead of to the auction house?"

Mo Ran's fingers tapped each other. The auction house's price for a box of lemon fruit was 35 yuan, but that was of ordinary quality. Mo Ran was able to make such an unbearable tree fruit into this elementary cube. It's not easy, but if you count his principal, it's a lot of money.

Earn back with interest.

Sensing the other party's gaze, the old man glanced at the big wolfhound behind him, and said again: "I believe 40 is a good price, sir, can you sell it to me directly?"

Mo Ran nodded: "Yes."

"Okay." The old man was also a little excited. You must know that the Pokemon Cube in the Alliance is not open to the public.If his big wolfhound eats this box of lemon cubes, he will be able to grow faster, and he himself will have a larger territory and a higher right to speak in the black market.

The big wolf dog stepped forward and rubbed against Mo Ran's coat.Seemingly aware of Mo Ran's displeasure, the old man called it back.

Mo Ran took the bank card containing 40 yuan from the old man, looked it over a bit, and then took it back into his pocket.

"Where is there a place to do identity here?"

The old man was taken aback for a moment, and then he spread his hands and told what Mo Ran wanted to know. He had already taken advantage of it, and it is reasonable for him to return favors now.

Mo Ran knew the place where the identity forgery was handled, and without saying a word, he opened the curtain and left quickly.

The old man put the small box in a secret place, and the big wolf dog ran up to him and licked the back of his hand. It seemed that the big wolf dog also smelled the elf cube.

"This person is a bit interesting. He can make elementary cubes without any impurities, which is completely incomparable with ordinary elementary cubes. This person at least has the strength of an intermediate breeder, and he needs an identity. What is his origin? ?”

……

Mo Ran successfully obtained a false ID card from the place where he handled the black household. His hair color was also dyed black, and he wore black contact lenses at the same time. Time realized that he was Mo Ran.

Since running away from that oppressive place, Mo Ran finally started a new life now.

However, a black household ID card also cost him 30 yuan, but he also left [-] yuan enough for him to squander.

Then he spent [-] on a small stall to buy the fangs of a mature Arbo monster, preparing to let the agate jellyfish understand the poison system.

The scary thing about the poison elf is that even if it is stained with a little poison, if it is not sent to the elf center for treatment, then the elf will be given away for nothing.

Feeling the sparse footsteps behind him, Mo Ran showed a trace of coldness on his face, and stretched his hands into his arms.

If the electric shock beast does not show its power, it will treat me as a meow.

(End of this chapter)