Banshee? No, an ogre!

Chapter 11: Selecting ingredients, the wizard's message

Electric eel.

Og muttered the scientific name as he looked at the inconspicuous freshwater eel.

Og was afraid to eat creatures with elemental powers. Firstly, he wasn't sure what he was getting and if there was a risk of absorption.

Secondly, he didn't want to waste the opportunity to eat a small elemental power.

But the Electric Light Eel was an exception.

According to the books,

This magical creature from the deep lakes of the mainland did not derive its lightning power from magic.

According to the Church of Truth's research, the electric eel's lightning power comes from its own muscles and blood, and once it dies, it cannot be retained and turns into an ordinary dead fish.

According to the test, its magical reaction is even weaker than that of the magic rabbit.

Weak and special, these two points fit Oug's requirements almost perfectly.

Oug was certain that after digesting it with his ability, he would definitely gain the power of lightning!

It wouldn't even take long to digest.

As for the side effects, Og wasn't really sure.

But he was sure that the benefits would outweigh the drawbacks. He wasn't sure if he could really absorb this kind of power structure.

Let's try it. It can't be worse.

The first creature Og ate was an ordinary bird. He didn't gain any flying power from the bird, and he didn't grow feathers and become strange.

Og concluded that the acquisition of this ability was more likely to come from the modification and compatibility of one's own body - and it would hardly improve.

That's why he thought the electric eel's lightning power was so valuable, because it was written in the book that the electric eel's lightning power was connected to the muscles and the blood.

In other words, as long as you keep practising, you can strengthen this power. The power comes from the muscles, so the probability of success in self-absorption will also increase greatly.

Sir, do you like the fish I have here? There were quite a few fish in the tank behind the stall owner.

It was also rare for fish to be bought and sold on the black market here.

What intrigued Ouge was that the stallholder had used such a large area behind him to keep the fish... Could he make a profit?

You should know that the rent for a black market stall is 50 silver coins a day, enough to buy a well-made silver-scaled breastplate.

Besides, Ouge has never seen anyone take a fish home as a pet - apart from pretty human slave girls.

Things that swim in water are much harder to sell than things that walk on land.

Could it be that the fish are just a cover or a signal for a trade in information?

I want those,' Ouge said, no longer thinking about the meaning of the story - he really came to buy fish.

Fifteen gold,' the fish seller touched his moustache and revealed a wicked smile.

Electric eel, the lowest extraordinary monster, why is it so expensive? Oug tried to bargain.

Fifteen gold was indeed a bit much, and his money was not made by the wind.

It is a hassle to bring it here, not to mention that I have to help you take it away. That is a tedious task. After all, fish die easily without water, and there are only a few tanks in my shop, so I can only sell the fish and the tank water together. Of course, if you have a contract scroll, you can sell them separately.

The moustachioed fishmonger was right. After all, this was the demon pet area, and the people who came to buy demon pets were either wizards or curious rich people, and they definitely wanted them alive.

Unless the buyer was willing to use a 20-jin contract scroll to bind this useless thing.

Not buying in bulk? But I only need one, dead is fine.' Oug pointed to the smallest one in the tank containing the electric eel.

This action made the stall owner jump for a moment: 'You only want one? Dead is fine?

As a vendor, he had no right to ask the buyer what he was buying the fish for, and could only emphasise the vendor's needs.

I just want to try it, the taste of electric eel. They say it tastes very good.

Og said, tapping the mask on his face to reveal his identity.

Oh, you're that person. I didn't think you were given that name for nothing. Then you really are an expert. The texture of electric eel is indeed much better than that of eel. Hearing this, the stall owner had a sudden epiphany.

Ouge had quite a reputation in the area.

Even some professionals had heard of him, and everyone would pay attention to a rising star.

Not to mention that he was the top fighter in the city's gladiatorial school. Even if you hadn't seen him, you would have heard of him. Over the past year, a number of bets have been placed on Oug, the reigning champion.

How much? Oug repeated indifferently.

The stallholder held up a finger: 'One gold piece!

Oug looked at the electric eel tank.

There were quite a few fish in it, about seven or eight.

'OK. One gold coin was still acceptable to Oug. After all, things on the black market had a premium price.

Compared to travelling thousands of miles to catch electric eels in a distant deep-water lake, a gold coin was indeed not expensive.

Besides, the gold coin he had wasn't just for buying fish.

'Um... how about I catch you a big one? Seeing that Oug had agreed so easily, the stallholder felt a bit uncomfortable.

Why did no one ever haggle? Could it be that he was preparing to trip himself up?

Or maybe I was wrong earlier and this guy didn't come to buy fish?

But I didn't hear him say who referred him.

No, I'll take the smaller one,' Oug said as he saw the stallholder shrug his shoulders. He knew what the man was thinking.

But he didn't care, and took out a gold coin anyway: 'Since you got the electric eel from the deep lake in another city, you should have your own information channels.

That's another price,' the stallholder did not deny.

A smile curled up the corner of Oug's mouth under his mask. He had indeed reasoned correctly - this guy was indeed an intelligence merchant.

These fish only represented the information he had about the region in question.

Oug tossed the gold coin to the moustachioed stallholder and asked a question of his own: "Do you know where I can get the real f*******n Potion?

The stallholder's face lit up at the question.

The black market does sell f*******n Potions, but they are all inferior products. The real thing can only be bought from the real wizard organisation.

It is not usually sold outside.

I need to be sure, do you want the finished potion or the recipe for the f*******n potion?" the stall owner asked carefully. The difference between the two is still very big, although neither is easy.

This guy who buys f*******n potions, is he not going to join the Wizards' Organisation?

It's obvious that there's a bright future for martial artists, so why would he want to go down this crooked path?

I just need you to tell me where I can get the real f*******n Potion,' Oug said, preparing for both eventualities.

I can't tell you the exact location, but I can tell you where to find someone in a certain town who will trade it with you...

The stallholder rubbed his fingers together. As long as he was needed, he was safe.

How can you do this job without a little courage? As long as the profit could reach 300%, he would even dare to sell his family!

Well, only if he still had family and friends.

How much?' Oug asked coldly.

'Two hundred, oh no, only one hundred gold coins...'

'Then I'd better find someone else, give me the fish.

Looking at this profit-obsessed man, Oug could only feel speechless in his heart - are all heartless businessmen greedy for money?

Eighty, I'll tell you, for eighty gold coins. The moustachioed merchant quickly put on a smile - how could he let a business opportunity slip through his fingers?

'Ten, or I'll ask those guys who sell magic potions. Og would not be so quick to agree this time. That would make him look like a fool.

Not to mention that he could not afford eighty coins at the moment, and even if he could, he would not give it to the vendor.

He had agreed so readily before, just to prove that he was rich.

They took the defective ones, and these are from the wild witch doctor. Mine are...'

The moustachioed stallholder suddenly stopped talking - he realised he had been baited by Ogg.

Twenty at the most. To be honest, I don't have much money on me.

Ogg took out a small bag and a few gold coins from it - the rewards he had earned for playing today.

This was not all the gold coins he had, but it was close enough. Oug could not possibly have brought his entire savings with him.

The moustachioed stallholder swallowed hard when he saw the open purse in Oug's hand. This was undoubtedly a very profitable business, and it should be all right to make a little extra money for himself: 'I'll tell you for five more.

I only have twenty-two left," Oug said, shaking the bag of gold coins and placing it in front of the moustachioed vendor.

The hawker looked at the bag of gold coins and hesitated for a moment, then nodded as if he had made up his mind: "Okay, I'll consider you a friend. It's better to earn less than nothing. The ticket for this thing is worth at most three gold coins.

Of course, Oog didn't believe this nonsense from the information merchants, especially the words 'consider you a friend' - this guy even dared to sell the wizard's news, let alone friends.

But he lacked his own information channels, and trading was something he had to do.

I want to see the goods first,' Oug said in a deep voice.

OK, just a moment, my guest,' the little moustache said, as if he was feeling particularly good about closing a deal.

With a flurry of rummaging,

he finally handed Oug a scroll.

Oug took the scroll and saw that it was a scroll of identity magic, similar to the barrier outside the black market.

The magic on it will last for four months. My guest, every month on the third day of the last month there is a trade fair. You can buy whatever you want there.

'Where is that?' Oug asked.

The man with the moustache smiled and stared at the money bag in Oug's hand without saying a word.

Seeing this, Oug did not hesitate to hand it over.

The moustached merchant took out a few gold coins and bit into them before smiling again and waving Oug over.

Oug looked around, then at the small man in front of him, and decided to lean a little closer.

'Seris City, Dorai Street, 13th Street, Peach Tavern...'

'Seris City...'

Ouge had no doubt that the moustachioed man was lying to him - if an information merchant sold information indiscriminately, he really did not want to be in that business.

It was just that Seris City was a bit far away.

I will come to you in a month or two to buy a ticket. Can you get it? Ouge insured himself by saying that he would deal with the other party again in the future.

In that part of Serris City, I'm afraid the horse-drawn carriage won't be able to get there. It would take months to get there on foot. The best option is to take the Church of Truth's steam train.

But you need to be a registered national professional or noble to buy one.

Of course you can, my guest, just be prepared to pay in gold coins when the time comes," the moustachioed stallholder laughed happily.

He understood what these professionals were thinking - they just didn't have a legal identity.

This is easy, just counterfeit it casually, he is familiar with it.

Unless something unexpected happened - like a Knight Bishop of the Church of Truth coming to investigate in person - then there would be no problem.

Then give me the fish,' Oug said, having put the ticket away and pointed to the tank.

Er, OK, just a moment, guest,' the stallholder said.

said the stall owner and looked at Oug strangely. He had the feeling the man really wanted to buy fish. Then he put on insulating gloves, took the net and the fork and pulled the smallest one up.

The electric eel, which had suddenly been pulled ashore, emitted an electric light that did not harm the stall owner, who was prepared for it, but instead electrocuted itself and saved itself from death.

This made Ouge jump - why was it still electrocuting itself?

It was the first time he had seen a creature injure itself while attacking.

'Is there something wrong with this fish's brain...'

But when he thought about how even those mages seemed unable to withstand their own magic, Oug felt relieved.

It seemed that the fish was just a bit stupid.

Goodbye, sir. The stallholder also gave Oug a net bag to keep the fish in.

When Oug was completely gone, the stallholder took off his gloves and casually weighed the bag of money Oug had handed him.

Then he smiled.

Compared to the previous mercenary and flattering smile,

His smile now seemed more natural and meaningful.

Tsk, young people, just pretending, and he really believed it...

It wasn't that he'd sold false information - he'd just changed the terms.

It was true that sorcerers' organisations were hard to find and not easy to reveal, but sorcerers also had to trade, and the places where they traded weren't so hard to find.

...

Of course, Oug doesn't know that the ticket he bought could have been bought for three gold coins at the marketplace...

Oug still overestimates the black-hearted merchant's conscience.

But even if he knew, Oug probably wouldn't care too much about it, and at most he'd just mark this grudge down -

It was just an impromptu consultation, and also a measure to confuse people and prevent them from associating it with his abilities.

Anything that can be solved with the money you have is no problem.

Anyway, Oug was in a pretty good mood at the moment.

He was about to finish this 'meal' in no time.