Everyone in Wumen Bar, a famous witch gathering in New York, frowned, and glanced at every customer who had just entered the door from the corner of his eyes. Unlike Stephen Strange who lost control of the magic world after taking office as Supreme Mage, the current Supreme Mage has an amazing deterrence to the magic world. Since the order was issued, Wumen Bar, a gathering place in the gray area, has reduced its passenger flow by at least half. Most of the remaining wild spellcasters who dare to come to Wumen Bar have registered.

Although these customers were not all skilled wizards, they also smelled the prelude to the turbulent storm of the magic world. Therefore, when Salomon walked into the bar in the Wumen, several wild spellcasters he had seen and knew immediately surrounded him and tried to inquire about the news. The Count of Kooz of Siberia squeezed in front with his strong body odor and strong physique. "This is a manly young man." He pointed at Salomon and said to others, "You must have never thought that I watched him grow up. At that time, he was still so small, only as tall as his fingers. Now he is taller than me, it must be because he learned my exercise methods, winter tours, wrestling with wild boars, pulling trees with bare hands... you sissy can't do it."

"Merlin's beard! Earl of Kooz, we are not interested in why you are so strong, hurry up and ask the important things!"

"Okay, okay." Earl of Kooz nodded in disappointment, "Little guy, we all want to ask what the Supreme Master's order is! It's not that we all refuse to obey the Venerable's order, but that this order came too inexplicably. Did the Venerable predict that a great disaster? Don't look at me like this. Although the locals call me a prophet, I will not make any predictions."

"We all know." The British wizard squeezed out a faint voice, "You are a savage."

The Wumen Bar is as lively as ever.

No magic is allowed in fighting. Count Kooz quickly gained the upper hand and formed a crushing force against the British wizard and an American wizard. Until the bar owner waved a stick to separate the crowd, Salomon gasped from Count Kooz's strong body scent. He didn't see clearly what was going on, and he thought a talking brown bear squeezed into the bar. After all, Count Kooz smelled no different from a bear. "I'm just here to post a notice." He said to the bar owner, "The Lord has a lot of time for everyone, as long as it does not violate the law of Kamataj, there is no problem."

"The bar without the gate also welcomes the secret mage of Kama Taj." The bar owner raised his head and looked at Salomon cautiously, "But now people are in panic, and more than half of the guests are missing. Those people have gone to the black market port of the New York sewer, where you and any secret mage of Kama Taj are not welcome."

"I know."

Salomon used a little magic to paste the parchment paper covered with Kama Taj's emblem on the aphrodisiac advertisement, wanted order, love potion, and the moldy and damp wall next to the love potion. If someone wanted to tear off the parchment, he could only break the wall and the wall together. After he did all this, he shook the stack of parchment paper in his hand at the crowd, and the content on it was exactly the same as the notice on the wall. "I'll go there later." He showed an extremely bad smile, "Anyway, that place will be cleaned sooner or later, and I don't mind someone's punishment immediately."

"The will of the Lord." Earl Kooz asked in a rough voice, "Boy, do you need help?"

The Siberian prophet was keenly aware of what the purpose of Salomon went to the magic black market. Any caster could see how luxurious Salomon's equipment was - iron black gloves and blood-red holy skeleton cloth had all kinds of magical objects that stimulated every caster with magical vision to tears. The magic black market in the New York sewer is a famous gray area, and this equipment is a good thing for those who are so poor that they have never seen in their lifetime. Although Kama Taj's secret mage entered and exited the magic black market more than once, no one has ever worn it so solemnly.

Not to mention the long and short knife he hung around his waist and the large-caliber pistol hanging on his thigh holster. Obviously, Salomon did this on purpose and wanted someone to come and cause trouble. "I don't think so." He said, "It's destined to have some blood there today, but it's certainly not mine."

The supreme wizard's reputation relies on fists to swords, but not everyone obeys discipline.

When the notice was posted, Salomon had to finish his previous work. After all, he had already received Kunlun's reward and could not continue to drag it down. Today he had to kill all the hands that were watching the keel. This day was the last day of the Christmas holiday, and this day was later called "Bloody Night of Hell's Kitchen". But in fact, the bloodiness in Hell's Kitchen was not as good as the black market port in the New York sewer. The previous Battle of Fenbowent was not well known under the blockade of Kama Taj, but this time it was Salomon's open land.

He made his reputation - it was a half-plane hidden in the gap between dimensions. The entrance was located in a very ancient sewer. Anyone who wanted to go there had to take a boat from the ferryman to enter that half-plane in the right way, or he could only step into the sewage. No one knew when this place was emerging, and no one knew who discovered and established this small half-plane. This place naturally became a place for some secret wizards trying to escape Kamataj, or to conduct some dirty transactions.

Here is a small shadow under the authority of the Supreme Master.

Kama Taj is not willing to manage such places in normal times, of course, not because Kama Taj respects freedom and other messy reasons, but because the Venerable is not interested in managing these trivial matters. But when the Venerable's orders were issued, even these shadow corners that were unattended on weekdays must be obeyed. The purpose of Salomon came here was to re-establish Kama Taj's authority and re-see the brilliance of the Venerable. He was the last to set out, and other secret mages of Kama Taj, such as Casilios, had already taken on the task of clearing the Nordic magic black market.

The Venerable understood Salomon and asked him to go home for dinner early, so he left the mission in New York to him.

The so-called ferryman is actually a voodoo zombie shrouded in a ragged black robe. This zombie has existed since the establishment of the black market and is still following the final order. Salomon has no coins for passage in his hand, and the guests in the Wumen Bar dare not say that they have been there before, so no one handed him the coins - although everyone knows that they have been to the black market, it is another matter to say it openly.

"Take me there." Salomon stepped on the boat with a pissed lantern. Even though he had no coins, the ferryman still drove the boat.

The warm yellow lights swayed with the squeaking bones of the ferrymen while rowing, and found bizarre black shadows on the arches made of red bricks and stones. The boat was sailing rapidly on the stenched slow water flow. On both sides of the sewer, there were terrifying under-bed monsters in fairy tales hidden in corners that could not be found in the light. Their shadows gradually emerged from the cracks of the wall, from the rusty grid, from the dirty and dark sewage, with a slight rustling sound, gradually blending with the sound of the water flow. The boat continued to sail, and the traces of modernization went further, until the arch of the sewer was replaced with rough stones, and the grille turned into decayed wood. The black poisonous snakes climbed onto the boat in groups, and the little heads reflected in glimmers came out from the edge of the ship. The rotten smell became heavier and heavier, almost making people unable to breathe.
Chapter completed!