Lord of Mysterious Wizard

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: The Mountain People and the Black Goat Eye (Requesting Votes!)

As a resident of Messer City, Tang Qi had visited Midtown Park. The park was well planned, blending forests with modern conveniences. One could enjoy a raw, natural scenery while eating extremely spicy hot dogs.

However, this Blue Bear Park clearly retained only its primitive charm without any sensible planning. It seemed they had simply enclosed a forest, a hillock, and a small lake to call it a park.

Tang Qi thought it would take quite some time to find that night market.

Apparently, he had overestimated the size of the park.

Just by crossing a dense forest and a steep slope, Tang Qi saw his destination.

Before him was a scene that brought joy, though it would appear peculiar to an ordinary person.

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In the central area of the park was a reasonably large lawn.

At this moment, it was brightly lit.

Tang Qi saw various tents, each with its unique features. There were tents obviously used as stalls, some were cooking food, and others set up for gatherings. The most extravagant was undoubtedly the largest tent.

From the hanging sign outside, it might have been a circus.

Among these various tents, there were private stalls, utilizing the lights surrounding the lawn to conduct their small trades. It should have been a quiet time at night, but this place was bustling with people. While not crowded, it was definitely lively.

Tang Qi, not being too close, could already faintly hear a mix of human voices and some music, not very formal but quite soulful.

“Well, it seems Mr. Cassel didn’t deceive me. Blue Bear Park indeed has an interesting night market.”

“Since Cassel could find Activated Eso Ghost Grass and ingredients for Spider Demon Secret Medicine here, I should be able to find what I need as well, even if in larger quantities, but… I have money.”

While talking, Tang Qi reached into his coat and pulled out a small cloth bag, jingling it slightly—inside were Divine Eagle Gold Coins.

Although the bag was not large, given Tang Qi’s knowledge of the purchasing power of Divine Eagle Gold Coins, he was certain he could satisfy the seller if the market indeed had what he needed. Muttering to himself, Tang Qi pocketed the bag and then went down a rather inconspicuous path off the steep slope, smoothly stepping onto the main thoroughfare of the market.

Perhaps the market had just started not long ago; people with similar or different purposes as Tang Qi were converging from all directions.

Sellers or performers had entered the scene in advance, and those hurrying over now were mostly buyers and extremely bored spectators.

Tang Qi saw hippies with homemade musical instruments, impeccably dressed fur merchants, and some elderly gentlemen, probably antique collectors. Most were young people, those who admire self and a mysterious atmosphere.

Of course, it wouldn’t be too far off to call them nerds or oddities.

Normal teenagers, if they were out late at night to enjoy themselves, should be in bars, not this eerie park.

Soon Tang Qi stepped into the market. No one stopped him, and as he stepped onto the lawn, he was immediately surrounded by a myriad of tents and stalls, and the atmosphere instantly became lively.

Tang Qi played the part of a neatly dressed young gentleman, with a face clearly expressing curiosity and excitement. If there were experienced traders around, they would recognize him as a “little fat sheep,” ready to be slightly manipulated and thoroughly fleeced.

However, here, it seemed no one actively invited customers, nor were there any calling out.

In the air, most of what was floating around were the wandering songs and some off-key, cracked voices of the hippies. @@novelbin@@

Tang Qi curled his lips into an arc, his steps becoming light and natural, quickly blending into the crowd so completely that even with close scrutiny, his figure couldn’t be distinguished among the group.

As a buyer, Tang Qi didn’t immediately seek out what he needed.

Instead, he followed the crowd, first stopping in front of a tent that was half-open, where a band was performing. Their instruments looked rough and primitive, obviously homemade; even their songs were original but not well-honed, carrying a rugged charm.

Tang Qi watched for a moment, then ultimately rewarded them with a silver coin.

Unexpectedly, the next tent was a “Spiritual Cultivation Room,” hosted by a thin old man with white hair and beard, sporting white little braids and clothing made from tanned animal hide. A sign outside the tent explained that anyone could join for free.

This so-called Spiritual Cultivation was similar to Tang Qi’s Meditation Method, aiming for self-spirit purification, enhancement, and transcendence, to reach a peaceful Realm where all things are harmonious.

However, this Spiritual Cultivation didn’t produce any Extraordinary Power.

Thus, Tang Qi glanced at it and moved to the next tent, which was finally a proper stall. The owner was a hill dweller named Thorne, accompanied by a very cute little girl, selling various animal hides and herbs, along with some beautiful stones, likely added by the little girl herself.

Tang Qi looked around; the crowd began to disperse—not to leave, but because the market had been ongoing for half an hour, and most people had started heading towards the tents or stalls they were interested in, with not many just wandering around.

This time, Tang Qi didn’t leave quickly but decided to start his shopping journey for the evening from this stall.

Because, he saw something from his shopping list.

“Hello, I am Thorne, what do you need?”

Perhaps because Tang Qi had stopped for a little longer, the stall owner, Thorne the hill dweller, greeted him politely after serving another customer.

“I want to know, how much of this herb do you have?”

Hearing this, Tang Qi didn’t hide his interest, directly pointing to a bunch of peculiar plants spread across the animal skin in front of him.

It was a pitch-black herb, its roots long dried, with thumb-sized leaves that had some white outlines, making it look seemingly like eyes due to the overall color theme.

“This is Black Goat Eye; this herb can treat eye diseases. It is said that for thousands of years, the indigenous people of The Bobol Tribe have used its crushed powder to create smoke for treating injured or infected eyes through fumigation.”

“This time I’ve brought maybe a dozen plants. If the demand is high, you could come back next week, and I can bring more.”

“Would you like me to package these for you now?”

Admittedly, the seemingly simple hill dweller was quite an effective salesman.

Tang Qi had only made a casual inquiry, and it ended with him needing to pay.

However, his description of the herb was only half correct; it catered to ordinary people. But in the Extraordinary Domain, although still called Black Goat Eye, it was also a vital ingredient in many Secret Medicine formulas.

Like one of the basic Secret Medicines Tang Qi planned to concoct, the Spirit Communication Secret Medicine.

Black Goat Eye was an important material in the formula.

Thus, after his initial surprise, Tang Qi immediately smiled and said, “Sure!”