Chapter 812 Order and Chaos

From the surface, the black market under the Thames River is definitely not a good place. As for the people who got involved, most of them were wizards who wandered on the edge of the "Secrecy Act".

However, there will never be a black and white place in this world, so we may call them "gray wizards".

Maca didn't know what other people thought, but at least that was his opinion.

After all, even he himself sells some non-sale potions on the black market, doesn't he?

Therefore, perhaps a long time ago, the underground space of the black market once belonged to Hai Erbo. But now, if Haierbo still regards it as his private territory, Macacco will be the first to disagree!

"McLean, are you sure these guys... oh, I mean, are these elves going to do what you say?"

Even Akinbad, a well-informed old wizard, was shocked when he saw such a large group of chic elves.

After so many years, how can there be wild elves in the magic world? At least Aginbad, who has worked in the International Federation of Wizards for half his life, has never even heard of it.

"Oh, of course!" Maca nodded, "I reached an agreement with them, believe me, their performance will definitely surprise you."

It was almost night now, and Hai Erbo didn't know what he would do in the space below.

In addition, Maca didn't know that the Werther family didn't actually have the volume of "Abatel" on Summoning, so he had to hurry up.

"In short, while I'm trying to find a way to enter the black market with the elves, I have to leave the patrols on the ground to everyone...Mr. Scrimgeour, I have already reminded them to gather at the Auror office first, please go back and order Order!"

Like Hai Erbo, a wizard who has experienced the era of magic wars, Maca is not sure what the other party will do.

If Haierbo had a brain twitch and went to the Muggle world, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Well, if you think about it carefully, this possibility is really not small!

After explaining a simple plan, Maca turned around again and waved at Old Lak among the elves.

"I have a space here. Since our wizard's magic is targeted by the opponent, I have to rely on you to help me get there."

"'Spatial location'?" Old Lak scratched his big ear, looking a bit puzzled, "What is that?"

"Ok……"

Maca shook his head, and found that he really couldn't think of how to explain this kind of vocabulary to the elf for a while. After all, in ancient languages, such words also exist, but elves never use them.

After being stunned for a moment, he simply took out a portkey and asked Old Lark to hold it with him.

"Can you feel it? That's the place..."

He tried to activate the magic in the Portkey. Although he couldn't pass it, it could also help Old Lark sense the space coordinates in the black market.

"I'd like to go there, but I can't go there myself—but I think you elves should be able to."

As for the ethnic group of elves, it was already under the control of wizards as early as the era when Haierbo was born. In fact, the wizarding community at the time viewed elves no better than wizards do today.

When wars broke out frequently, those elves who were obviously good at innate magic, but always had wrong values ​​in their minds, naturally became the best "allies" of the wizard side.

Therefore, Maca was more or less certain—Helbo's contempt for elves was probably only slightly stronger than Voldemort's.

After Maca guided Old Lak to perceive the specific location, Old Lak immediately nodded his big head.

"Are you going to that underground?" He asked clearly,

"no problem."

Kamaka waved his hand immediately.

"It's not 'me', but 'us'," Maca said to the elves behind Old Lak, "choose your clansmen and go with me to complete the task that your Lord Ferry entrusted to us—— There's a good chance we'll be in the fight this time."

It's a fight, but it's actually impossible for the elf to face Hai Erbo. To put it bluntly, what Maca wants is just the "fortress-style" group attack that the elves used to block the fire dragon group.

If there is a close battle with the Werther family, the elves can't handle it basically.

"Oh! Are there any enemies of Lord Ferry? The elves are always ready!"

As soon as he heard the name "Lord Ferry", old Lark felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood. This kind of ancestor worship seemed to be deeply planted in their blood.

After shouting a slogan that looked like an oath, Old Lark immediately turned around and went to select and organize his "Lord Ferry's Pioneer Corps".

And when Maca turned around again and faced Akinbad and the others again, it was no surprise that he saw faces full of bewilderment.

"They have been isolated from the world for too long, so they still use an ancient language, and it is a variant that has been distorted for generations," he explained casually, "Actually, I can't understand all of them."

After hastily answering everyone's inner doubts, Maca stopped talking and said directly that everyone can take action.

"I just hope things haven't gotten too bad..."

...

In the underground black market in London, it is still so drowsy. It's just that compared to the busy and orderly scene of the past, there is obviously a lot more chaos tonight.

The black market outlets have been destroyed, as many people already know.

The shops and stalls on several streets began to close, and most wizards who lived here also began to try their best to find a way out.

If you take a closer look, you can find that most of the people who are frequently running around in the streets and alleys at this time are scattered people who act alone in the black market on weekdays.

In fact, after so many years of evolution, the black market is more organized than people think.

Take the biggest example—such as the Dark Soul Pavilion. After discovering that wizards cannot leave the black market for the first time, those goblins who were full of ways to make money immediately vacated the largest hall in the hall. Promotional board.

Soon, the wizards scurrying around like headless chickens heard that the Dark Spirit Pavilion was providing a temporary "delivery service", and the price was unexpectedly fair.

That's right, wizards can't get out, but the innate magic of goblins is not affected at all. Although they don't have the elves' ability to send a bunch of people out at once, the "one-on-one service" obviously makes the wizards feel the sincerity of the Dark Spirit Pavilion.

Reputation is what matters in business, and those goblins obviously want to take advantage of this opportunity to earn a good reputation.

Of course, there are those who are well-informed and have known early on that they cannot leave the black market, and naturally there are also those who have not found any abnormalities at all.

Speaking of which, the black market is really not a small place, so a group of guys who choose to live here for one reason or another have been born.

Some are to avoid being wanted, while others are businessmen with fixed supply channels—for example, the old classmate couple of Maca belong to the latter.

At this time, Maca and old Lak appeared in the potion shop of his old classmate amidst a burst of space distortion.

"Luck, you wait here first, I'll go out and check the situation. If someone comes in here, you don't have to be polite, just knock him out."

As he spoke, he looked around.

When taking Christine and Charles away, the place was barely cleaned up due to the tight schedule. But before going out, Christine locked the store door anyway.

Maca looked around and found no signs of being entered.

But when he separated from Old Lak and came to the street outside, he was immediately shocked by what he saw.

"What type of situation is this?"

It has been a long time since the black market below was isolated from the outside world, but most of the shops on this street are still open.

Even the pedestrians on the street are just a little less than before.

Although this place is not too close to the main road with the most traffic, Maca still can't help but feel a little puzzled by the situation of being unmoved like this.

"The news is stagnant? This doesn't make sense..."

The situation in the black market seems to be quite different from what Maca thought before.

Without thinking about it any further, he walked along the street again. It wasn't until he encountered two teams of wizards wearing uniform robes on the way that he had some guesses.

It seems that some forces are maintaining the order in the black market in an organized way - Maca doesn't come here many times, and many things are handled by others, so that he subconsciously ignores the black market The presence of "managers" in

"I've been living so comfortably these days that I've forgotten the old days."

He raised his hand and scratched his scalp, and laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"It's just that this may not be good news for me..."

Putting aside the hesitation in his heart for the time being, Maca walked through several streets and alleys, and finally came to the middle avenue.

The situation here is obviously much more chaotic. A large number of wizards and wizards gather here, which makes Maca feel surprised that "there are so many people in the black market".

When the chaotic crowd is many times more than the personnel maintaining order, the effect of the latter is quite limited.

"Well... Anyway, let's go back to the Werther family's mansion and take a look!"

Observing the state of the black market first can provide more convenience for subsequent actions, and after a general understanding, he will do what he should do.

Along the way, Maca flew low over the main streets in a state of invisibility, but finally felt a wave of panic originating from the hearts of the people.

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