Chapter 1192: Transaction_3

Chapter 1192 -833: Transaction_3

Kael subconsciously quickened his pace, already calculating in his head how many Galleons to deduct later as compensation for lost time.

But very soon he noticed that the path ahead seemed to be blocked by someone. He didn’t pay it much mind, just shifted direction, planning to go around them from the left.

Those people moved at the same time, once again blocking his way.

Now Kael sensed something was wrong. He lifted his head and looked ahead… five people in total, all wearing black hoods, their faces hidden.

“You’re that rich Wizard, aren’t you.” The Wizard in the lead saw Kael stop and limped forward a couple of steps.

“What do you want?” Kael said in a low voice, showing no hint of fear.

“This is Diagon Alley. Believe it or not, if I shout right now, the shopkeepers around here will come rushing out.”

“I believe you.” the leading Wizard said. “They’ve made quite a lot off you, so of course they’re not going to just stand by and watch you walk into danger.”

That was Kael’s confidence. He threw Galleons around in Diagon Alley, and the people here would instinctively protect him, because protecting him meant they could keep making a killing off him later. Anyone who crossed Kael was crossing the whole of Diagon Alley, and no status would help them then.

“Since you know that, get out of the way.” Kael said lightly. “Otherwise, I can’t be sure an angry crowd won’t beat you to death.”

“I’m sure someone’s been badmouthing me to you, made you misunderstand something.” The leading Wizard walked forward another two steps.

“Let me introduce myself. Hokuriken, a Wizard who specializes in grey-market business.”

“So you want to do business with me?” Kael was a bit curious. “Money’s not the issue. The issue is what you have that can actually move me.”

“Obviously this.” Hokuriken flipped open his robe and took out a round, plump object.

“Dragon Egg!” Kael recognized what it was at a glance and frowned. “The owner of that shop hasn’t come back yet. Don’t tell me you…”

“Don’t get the wrong idea.” Hokuriken shook his head. “I did think about it, but that old codger Willie Tom is too slippery. I lost him. This one I got through my own channels.”

“You don’t need to explain so much to me. I don’t care whose Dragon Egg it is.” Kael said. “Since you found me, that means you heard our conversation back then. I’ll offer the same price—one hundred Galleons, cash for goods, how’s that.”

“But I heard two hundred.” Hokuriken said. “Or is it that you look down on us Wandering Wizards?”

“No, no. I need to confirm what kind of Dragon Egg it is before I decide whether to increase the price.”

“Relax, we’re the most honest people you’ll meet.” Hokuriken lifted his head, revealing a face covered in scars.

Kael instinctively took half a step back.

“Sorry, did my face scare you.” Hokuriken said, though there was a hint of pride in his tone.

He raised his hand, and the Dragon Egg floated over into Kael’s palm.

The Dragon Egg was warm to the touch, blue in color, with a spike at the top. There were lines etched across the Eggshell, making it look like an oversized blue pineapple, and it was more than a full size larger than a normal Dragon Egg.

“Ukrainian Ironbelly?” Kael was a little surprised. “That’s not common at all.”

“You’re knowledgeable.” Hokuriken was surprised as well. He hadn’t expected Kael to identify the type of Dragon Egg so quickly.

“You must be from some Pure-Blood Family, right.”

Kael didn’t answer, just neatly took out a pouch and tossed it to him.

“I’m very satisfied with the Dragon Egg. There are two hundred Galleons in there.”

“Straightforward—I like doing business with people like you.” Hokuriken said with a grin. “I’ve got a second Fire Dragon Egg, and it’s an even rarer Black Dragon from the Hesidiri Islands.”

“You can get a Black Dragon?” Kael didn’t quite believe him.

“Seeing is believing.” Hokuriken said. “But I didn’t bring it with me, and something like that isn’t suited to being out in the open—we’d be hunted down. So if you want to see it, you’ll have to come with us, to our hideout.”

Kael hesitated a little.

“Relax, it’s not far from here, and it’s still in Diagon Alley.” Hokuriken said softly. “Here of all places, are you really afraid we’d try anything against you?

If we went after you, those shopkeepers would tear us apart.”

“Who’s afraid.” Kael seemed convinced, lifting his chin. “Where’s your hideout? Take me there now. If it really is a Black Dragon, I can pay an extra fifty Galleons.”

“Please, come with me.” Hokuriken offered his arm solicitously. “It’s not far from here.”