"You are one of the thirty administrators here? So what is the identity of the transaction introduction home and what is your responsibility?" Sherlock asked one after another.

"Hi! Although we are one of the thirty administrators, our work is not easy. Although we are administrators, the work we do is not very high-end. There are more than five administrators who die in the anti-night market every year. The so-called administrators are just to choose some merchants who have long transactions and have lived here for a long time. The administrator's responsibilities do not have too high rights. They are just to resolve some disputes between buyers and sellers, or disputes between sellers and sellers. My administrator status cannot help you, Mr. Sherlock, but my other identity..."

Fula laughed again. The other party's teeth were yellow and the other party had bad breath, which made Sherlock not like to talk to the other party. At least when the other party opened his mouth and talked, Sherlock had to not breathe.

"My other identity will help you, Mr. Sherlock." He fiddled with his fingers, as if he was mentally calculating the accounts.

"Trade Introducer, I can help you find what you want as soon as possible. If someone sells it in this anti-night market, I will also introduce you to the most affordable price, which can save you the time and energy of bargaining. Buying things from the trade introducer is the most affordable. Of course, I will charge some service fees, which will not be very high, but I can guarantee that I will only introduce you to sell good things, and the price is absolutely the lowest. Even if I want to continue bargaining, the seller will turn around and leave, because he will not make much money." After Fula finished speaking, he couldn't wait to look at Sherlock, hoping that he could make a long list.

"Okay, I do have some things to buy here, your nose is so good," Sherlock said.

"Actually, there is a little secret. There are many entrances in Jerusalem to enter the anti-night market. The one you are walking in, Mr. Sherlock is just the one I am responsible for managing. I think you must have seen the statue of the mortal, but he can tell me the information that if it were not for seeing it with his own eyes, I would not believe that the Curse Prince would come to this place in person. I almost broke the sculpture at the entrance and actually joked with me."

Sherlock no longer asked, and he listed what he wanted to buy. "I need five mature Mandela grasses, which must be mature, and it will not be a day short."

"There are five Mandela grasses. Such things are definitely rare in Europe, but in the Middle East, although they are produced here, they will definitely not be cheap."

Fula smiled. If he could introduce the sale of five mature mandela grasses, the service fee charged could also allow him to make more money for one day. This is a good thing. Mandela grass is quite expensive, but Fula just happened to know a seller. He didn't have many mature mandela grasses in his hands, but he could afford to get five.

Although this thing is expensive, not many people buy it. After all, the screaming sound of mature Mandelagrass is fatal enough, and the effect of this thing is designated. Unless a very powerful potionist dares to use Mandelagra to modulate potions.

"I also need an Egyptian golden scarab!"

"I happened to know a wandering wizard from Egypt. This kid seemed to be a fugitive, but I saw him raising a golden scarab. I can ask you if he sells it. It seems that the kid has no money. If he doesn't want food, he will definitely sell it."

"The Banshee's fangs and the heart of the Ice Jellyfish!"

Fula's eyes widened.

"If someone else asked me to buy these things, I would definitely teach them a lesson, because in my eyes, this is just a joke to me, because few wizards can take out all of them, five mature Mandela grass, Egyptian golden scarab, the fangs of the banshee and the heart of the ice water wood, but if it were Mr. Sherlock, I think I would promote a big business today."

"It's not over yet! There is another thing, which is quite troublesome. If you can't get it, don't make things difficult."

Fula patted her chest and assured Sherlock that no matter what is difficult, she would definitely help Sherlock find it.

"I need a corpse, a fresh corpse, and it must be a corpse struck by lightning. If not, then forget it. Remember, it must be struck by natural thunder. If you go outside with black magic and use black magic to make money from me, I can notice it at a glance."

Fula was surprised, "How could I... How dare I deceive the great you? But what you said is right, no one will sell the corpses. At least there is no one in the anti-night market. There are corpses of various animals and magical creatures here, but no one will be crazy enough to sell human corpses."

Fula thought about it for a while, "I can help inquire outside. It will take some time. I hope Mr. Sherlock will not be in a hurry. I hope that some unlucky guy will be struck by lightning in the near future. In this way, I can exchange some money."

Sherlock shook his head as he looked excited.

He gave Fula three hundred gold gallons.

In the entire magic world, all countries that participated in the international wizard agreement that basically believed that the wizard's wealth transactions were traded with unique coins such as Jin Jialong and Yin Xike.

Three hundred gold medals are definitely a huge sum of money, and Fulale is so unblocked.

"But unfortunately it's not mine. I have to give it to the seller. I can earn at most three hundred without gold Gallons, which is not bad!" Fula said happily. Although no country in the Middle East has established a magic regime, as long as most wizards in the world use gold Gallon Silver West as currency, then this thing is also a hard product in the Middle East. You can't rely on backward trading methods such as exchanging goods for goods in this era.

Sherlock threw two gold gallons to the other party. Fula ran out happily to find the seller. He didn't let Sherlock wait. He first brought back a fat black man. They met in Fula's store. Fula also had his own store, which sold some strange black magic items, a bit like Bojin Boke in Diagon Alley.

This black fat man is the seller of Mandela Grass. He first handed Sherlock five huge flower pots. Sherlock noticed that the other party's ear was nailed with iron nails.

He must have deliberately made himself deaf, and Sherlock put the Mandela grass into the pocket of the traceless stretching spell.

Fula bargained with the other party, and after a sign language exchange, Fula's face turned red in argument, and the black man would never give in. Finally, Fula took out a hundred gold Gallons from the money bag that Sherlock gave him.

The down-and-out Egyptian wizard and an elderly man brought back were the same. Sherlock received the goods, and Fula bargained to the other party for money. In the end, he paid a total of 297 gold gallons from Sherlock's wallet.

The only three left is his own.
Chapter completed!