The Black Gentleman had a very rigorous attitude towards academic research.

Suren asked that question, and as soon as he thought of a solution, he put it into action.

The two didn't stay in the tavern for long. They went to the street and plunged into a workshop that rented out equipment for wasteland reclaimers.

This stay lasted a whole day and night.

Originally, Suren just wanted to get some advice and then slowly improve it himself.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Black was also very interested in this strange puppet and gave him a vivid practical lesson on runes and puppet making.

The two holed up in the workshop, sparks of inspiration constantly flashing, colliding to create many wonderful sparks in design.

The original verbal consultation turned into a research and practice course for a new strange puppet.

Suren once again witnessed the old gentleman's extensive knowledge, he seemed to know everything...

As long as Suren could think of it, Mr. Black could almost always offer corresponding opinions and solutions.

Third-order runes, third-order enchantments, as well as Mr. Black's own unique refining techniques, ancient alchemical black technology, and various top-notch technologies piled onto the strange puppet...

In the end, the two used that alchemical human puppet as a material to create a truly finished product, the [Black Hole Doll].

The final product far exceeded Suren's expectations.

Whether it was conception, materials, function, or anything else, it reached the level of a top-tier puppet.

.......

Suren benefited a lot from this day and night of learning.

If he had nothing else to do, he would really like to study with Mr. Black for a while.

However, this key member of the "Mirror Organization" obviously had more important things to do in the camp.

It was already difficult to spare a day to help Suren make puppets.

Although Mr. Black did not pursue a career path related to spatial magic, that did not prevent him from dabbling in a large amount of theoretical knowledge of spatial magic. Suren also obtained some formulas and magic scrolls of "spatial magic" from his collection.

However, there was still a long way to go before magic scrolls could become skills he mastered.

......

After Mr. Black left, Suren continued to stay in the workshop for a few days.

Puppet masters have a major advantage over other professionals of the same level, and that is that they can usually use puppets that are of a higher grade than their own.

Let alone other things, the [Black Hole Doll]'s ability to absorb third-order elemental magic alone was enough to frustrate most third-order magic warlocks.

Although he still couldn't beat them, Suren felt that the possibility of him being killed by a ranged spell head-on was now very low.

Moreover, he has now successfully integrated the new alchemical implant [Thousand Threads - The Great Lion's Mad Song], and his puppet manipulation ability has taken off on the spot.

After releasing the implant, it was like the "Illusionist" Lloyd with wires all over his body, allowing him to control a number of threads that were no longer limited to what his fingers could control, increasing by a hundred or a thousand times.

Moreover, Suren also has an advantage that other puppet masters do not have, and that is the eight-armed spider spear implant!

After the curse characteristics were fused, the eight-armed spider spear was also upgraded by one level.

The spider spear originally had thousands of fine hairs, which now came in handy. The fine hairs are like fingers, which make controlling the threads very precise and easy.

It can be said that as long as Suren can multitask and control them, he has absolutely enough "fingers" to control the threads.

.......

One day, Suren teleported to Shabina's room again at midnight.

The black boss lady was no longer surprised at being inexplicably invaded into her room, as if she was sweeping the couch to welcome him.

After an in-depth discussion of the action plan, Suren teleported out again near dawn.

The next day at noon.

Suren contacted a speculative merchant, "Iron Cripple" Majitan.

This guy is a reputable merchant in the Old Lundon black market.

After having his leg broken by a colleague in his early years, he changed to a mechanical leg, hence the nickname.

He doesn't have much combat power, but he has very wide connections.

He can often get goods that others can't get, and he dares to buy stolen goods that others don't dare to buy.

Suren had dealt with this guy a few times before when he was picking up goods on the black market.

But now Suren also knows from Shabina that this guy is actually an undercover agent of the Umbrella organization.

No, to be precise, he is a multi-faceted intelligence merchant.

As long as someone offers a high price, he dares to sell any information.

.......

At the Black Duke Tavern.

Suren deliberately disguised himself, put on a bald head with a bionic scalp, then wore a wig and put on a Zorro mask to cover his face.

He lowered the brim of his hat and drank his wine. At one o'clock, he watched a cripple with a mechanical leg walk in.

Suren greeted him and said to the bartender, "Another glass of wine."

Majitan walked over, unceremoniously took a sip of the wine, and said, "The boy said you wanted to sell goods?"

As he spoke, he also glanced at Suren.

How could such a cunning black market merchant not see through those not-so-clever disguises?

Suren said calmly, "I have a batch of shady goods to sell in bulk. I'm wondering if you can handle it."

This is the term used in the black market for selling stolen goods.

Hearing this, Majitan was a little unhappy, feeling that he was being looked down upon, and said, "Brother, let me tell you, as long as you have good goods, even if they are worth one or two billion, I can buy them immediately."

Suren said, "This batch of goods is worth about 700 to 800 million. And I want cash."

As he said that, he directly took out a storage ring with some samples inside.

This is the rule in the black market, called "sampling."

To let the buyer know that you do have good goods in your hand.

When Majitan heard that he opened his mouth and said seven or eight hundred million, he still had a hint of contempt in his heart.

After all, such a large-scale business is impossible to appear on a single wasteland reclaimer.

But when he took the storage ring and looked at it, his eyes immediately froze there.

The samples were nothing else, just a few simple items.

Golden job transfer material [Beast Master's Whip], silver alchemical material [Abbas' Flesh], a few second-order advanced materials and alchemical implants.

But it was these few things that made the black market merchant's eyes freeze for a moment. He thought he was under a hallucination.

He tried to take one out, only to find that it was real!

These black market merchants are all experienced "appraisers". They can tell whether something is good or bad at a glance.

"This..."

Majitan looked at the gold and silver materials that were used as samples and thought he was looking at a product catalog for a large auction!

Looking at the calm-looking man drinking in front of him, he immediately realized that this was really a big deal worth seven or eight hundred million.

The contempt in his eyes was swept away, and he immediately showed great joy. He directly waved his hand to the bartender and said boldly, "Open a VIP room upstairs. This boss and I have business to discuss."

Changing the private room was exactly what Suren wanted, but he also said lightly, "Follow the rules. I want to see cash."

Majitan also knew that the person in front of him was an expert, so naturally he didn't mince words. "You got it!"

As he spoke, he quietly glanced at Suren again, and then beckoned the steward beside him and told him a few words.

.......

Snakes have their ways, and mice have their ways.

"Iron Cripple" Majitan, despite being a black market merchant, directly led people to the Black Duke's VIP room, which others could not get.

The two went to the private room and ordered good wine.

Majitan opened the wine and enthusiastically toasted Suren, saying, "Brother, wait a moment. The cash will be here in ten minutes at most. Don't worry, everything will be done according to the rules. I will definitely not let you suffer."

Suren didn't care and clinked glasses with him.

The two chatted for a few words. At this time, Majitan also tentatively asked, "Brother, tell me the truth. Is your batch of goods really worth 700 to 800 million?"

"Only more, not less."

Suren's tone was still calm. "It's just that this batch of goods is a bit hot, so I plan to sell it to you at a discount."

"Don't worry, I can handle even the hottest goods!"

When Majitan heard this, he was not worried but happy.

The hotter the goods, the higher the profit.

He patted his chest confidently. "Brother, you must have heard of my "Iron Cripple's" reputation when you came to me. I have a lot of money, a good reputation, and many channels..."

Suren didn't say much. He took out the box he was carrying and opened it slightly, revealing a box full of storage rings.

There were probably one or two hundred of them.

"..."

Looking at this, Majitan's eyes became a little strange.

He could naturally see some details.

Businesses sometimes use a large number of storage rings when shipping goods. But in that case, the storage rings are usually brand new, or in similar condition.

The storage rings in front of him, however, were shiny, which meant they had been used for a long time.

Generally speaking, wasteland reclaimers use their storage rings for life, unless they die. Otherwise, the storage rings will not flow out.

In other words...

These one or two hundred rings in front of him were all taken from corpses?

Did this guy kill hundreds of people?

Or did he happen to encounter a large wasteland reclaiming team that was wiped out and picked them up?

But since he said they were hot goods, they definitely weren't picked up...

Seeing this, Majitan's face suddenly became a little subtle. He looked at Suren again and couldn't help swallowing.

Suddenly, he felt a little reckless to be in the same room with such an unknown guy.

Although he had received countless stolen goods before and had dealt with all kinds of big thieves and wanted criminals...

But for some reason, this time, he felt inexplicably palpitation.

.......

According to the rules, you can't check the goods until the money arrives.

Majitan was an old fox after all. Even if he had doubts in his heart, he didn't show it at all. He kept trying to persuade Suren to drink.

While drinking, he kept secretly observing. When he found that the man in front of him was wearing a wig, his psychological activities became even more exciting.

Suren naturally noticed that this guy had been looking at him, but he pretended not to know.

After all, he came this time to make people guess his identity.

Before long, a few burly men in black suits came.

After entering the room, they took out iron boxes from the storage rings. When they opened them, they were densely packed with "curse crystals."

This kind of energy is also a hard currency, worth 10,000 Lisos per piece, which is more convenient than cash.

After checking the funds, Majitan said, "Brother, you've seen the money. Can I check the goods now?"

With these few burly men in the room, this guy's confidence was obviously much stronger.

Suren spread his hands and said, "As you please."

His eyes never looked at those strong men who were obviously there to hold the line.

They were just a few first-order professionals and posed no threat.

There were many storage rings, and Majitan and his two assistants began to check the goods one by one.

While checking the goods, they used a notebook to record the value of the goods.

At first, everything was normal, and the three of them checked very normally.

But as they were checking, one of the guys suddenly turned pale. He didn't know what he saw, but he seemed to be electrocuted and dropped the storage ring he was holding on the ground.

This abnormal movement made the atmosphere in the room tense instantly.

Several burly men even quietly put their hands in their arms and unfastened their gun holsters.

They had seen all kinds of strange things in the black market business.

Could it be that there was a bomb in the storage ring?

Majitan's first reaction was that he had encountered a black eat black, but when he glanced at Suren, who was still calm, he felt that he had misjudged.

He scolded the steward beside him, "Don't you know the rules of receiving goods?! Can you afford to pay for the damage to the guest's things?!"

This was also a code word, meant to remind the guy to say what was inside.

If it was a bomb, there was a code word for a bomb, but it couldn't be said directly.

He was afraid of falling out on the spot.

However, the guy was obviously confused and didn't know how to describe what he saw. He stuttered, "No. Boss... this..."

As he spoke, he held the storage ring he picked up with both hands, trembling violently, with a weeping expression on his face.

"Humph! Useless trash!"

Majitan scolded, but he also knew that things might go wrong.

They were all old buddies who had been with him for many years and would never make such a mistake.

But he took it over and looked at it.

Huh...aren't these just normal goods?

Firearms, alchemical implants, mechanical parts, potions, alchemical materials...

Huh...why does this badge look so familiar?

This little umbrella...

Holy crap!

Isn't this the identity badge of a Umbrella organization cadre?

In that instant, a million alpacas ran through Majitan's heart.

As an Umbrella organization undercover, how could he not recognize this badge?

If the person is alive, the badge is there!

Now that the badge is here, it means that this guy killed a Umbrella organization cadre?

What if it was picked up?

Majitan instantly extinguished this ridiculous fluke.

A glance at the box of one or two hundred storage rings, did he pick them all up?

This well-informed black market merchant instantly lost his composure.

Instantly, he felt a chill down his neck.

The few bodyguards in the room couldn't give him any sense of security.

Although all fighting is prohibited in the camp, what wouldn't a madman who dares to kill a Umbrella organization cadre dare to do?

Majitan's mind was already automatically searching for S-class or higher wanted criminal portraits in his mind.

......

"What's wrong, Boss Majitan? Is there a problem with the goods?"

Suren looked calm and smiled, "Of course, I told you in advance that the goods are a bit hot. Didn't you say it was okay?"

The storage rings in the box were randomly placed, and Suren himself didn't know what these people saw.

But it was nothing more than those things.

It was just the things Suren had killed before, some military equipment stripped from the encirclement personnel he killed in the inner city of Old Lundon; and the spoils he got from killing three Umbrella organization second-order cadres and a bunch of first-order professionals in the outer city; and the time he killed some members of the Oliver family during the witch hair incident...

Oh, and even at the very beginning, the spoils he plundered from the students Jack, two teaching assistants Daniel and Rosa, and that second-order assassin when he accompanied the academy students in the catacombs for trials.

Before, he was afraid of exposing his identity and being found out, so he didn't dare to show many of the spoils on the market.

Now that he has become an "SS wanted criminal" anyway, those murder charges are just drizzling...

So he simply sold them in bulk.

......

Is there a problem?

It's more than just a problem!

You motherfucker, this batch of goods is just a little hot?

Damn it, your goods are basically red-hot iron balls, and no one on the black market dares to take them!

Whoever takes them will die.

Hearing Suren's light words, Majitan felt as if he was threatening him.

Now that the words have been spoken, dare he say he won't take the goods?

After all, he was a member of the Umbrella organization and had a good psychological quality. Although Majitan was already cursing in his heart, he still smiled and said, "No problem! I said, I, Majitan, dare to take even the hottest goods!"

He was just engaged in intelligence work, and fighting was a matter for combat personnel.

What he had to do now was not to anger the person in front of him and save his own life.

Suren nodded in satisfaction at his attitude. "Well, I said earlier that Boss Majitan has a good reputation. Now it seems that I wasn't disappointed."

After a pause, he said again, "I'll look for you again next time I have business."

"That's for sure~"

Majitan was smiling on the surface, but crying in his heart when he heard these words.

Big brother, don't come looking for me...

I don't dare to earn this money!

Then, this black market boss started checking the goods again.

He looked at the storage rings one by one, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Those military equipment, you could tell where they came from at a glance...

Those second-order materials, you could tell which famous expert was killed and stripped of them at a glance...

While Majitan was checking, he cursed in his heart, "Damn it, why didn't the wanted order say that this guy killed so many second-order experts!"

There was definitely nothing wrong with the goods, they were all hot stolen goods.

He wasn't in the mood to look closely. He glanced at a storage ring and roughly knew that the normal selling price of this batch of goods definitely exceeded one billion.

Quoting seven or eight hundred million was reasonable.

.......

Suren took all of their expressions into his eyes.

Perhaps the others in the room hadn't noticed anything yet, but he knew that Majitan must have guessed his identity.

However, that was fine.

With this little episode, the efficiency of the counting suddenly became higher.

The counting that originally took several hours was now done in a few minutes.

Majitan pretended to be calm and said, "I've finished counting this batch of goods. It's really good. What price do you plan to sell them for, sir?"

He was afraid that Suren had come to rob him, so he didn't press the price as aggressively as usual. He asked carefully.

Suren quoted expressionlessly, "800 million."

Majitan was happy when he heard the price and didn't bargain at all. "Deal!"

As he said that, he signaled the bodyguards to take off the storage rings in their hands and said, "There are curse crystals worth 100 million in each storage ring. The last two boxes are cash."

Suren glanced roughly and saw that they were full of "curse crystals" and large amounts of cash.

He didn't bother to count and smiled, "Boss Majitan is really generous!"

Shake hands, the transaction is completed.

Suren took the storage rings and prepared to leave.

Majitan was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the person was about to leave.

At this time, Suren, who had walked to the door, suddenly turned his head and said, "By the way, I heard that Boss Majitan has wide channels and can get anything. I have a business deal. I don't know if you're interested."

Majitan didn't dare to say he wasn't interested. He asked, "Please tell me, esteemed guest."

Suren said, "I want some secret books related to puppets, preferably of the profound meaning level. I wonder if you have any channels? Of course, it would be even better if you could get the [Puppet Profound Meaning - Puppet Theater] of that "Illusionist" Lloyd. The price is negotiable."

Majitan didn't dare to refuse and only said, "I can try."

"Okay, I'll contact you then."

Suren didn't say much and left the private room with a smile.