Felix walked into the dirty bar and looked around for a week. There were only a few guests in groups of three or three, one of them was a short and fat witch wearing a thick gauze.

"Well, I probably haven't come yet."

He sat in a clear position by the window, and the bar owner came over, "What do you want?" He said angrily, Felix smiled, and replied in a voice that was indistinguishable from men and women: "A glass of flame whiskey."

Not long after, the bar owner brought a high-footed wine glass with bright flames, and the cup was filled with blue wine.

Felix had no intention of drinking it because there were suspicious stains on the cup. However, flame whiskey was his previous code.

A few minutes later, the witch wearing a thick scarf stood up. Felix thought she was leaving, but she stood up and sat opposite him.

"There are people here, ma'am." Felix frowned.

"I am," the witch made a proud, deliberately lowered her voice. "Although I don't know who you asked me to come to me, the Pig Head Bar is not a good place to meet. I was banned from coming here more than ten years ago and had to do some disguise."

Felix looked at the "witch" opposite in surprise. He knocked on the edge of the corner of the table. His table became hazy and his voice was constrained to the narrow space.

He returned to his original voice and asked curiously: "Montongus Flech?"

Montongus muttered, "Who told you, I prefer the code name versatile people who call me." His back was facing away from the bar owner, so he relaxedly untied a corner of the scarf, revealing a unshaven face, his eyelids drooped and his eyes were bloodshot.

He picked up the flame whiskey, "Do you shouldn't drink it? It's too obvious, boy, you must be a person with status in reality, so it's very particular." He took a sip of the wine, "It's not like me hissing~" He took a breath and sprayed a wave of heat from his mouth.

Felix laughed, "I'll treat you, but if you don't bring what I want."

"Oh, another threat, Monton has heard such words!" said Montongus, who glanced at him sneakily, although it was unnecessary, looked more like a deep-rooted habit. He took out a flat package from under his belly and grinned, "You will be satisfied..."

Felix let the package separate automatically, revealing the contents inside a silver plate covered with dust. His hands gently brushed past, and the dust on the plate disappeared instantly. Montongus, opposite, looked at him with caution.

The plate shows its original appearance, it is a shallow stone basin, with ancient magical texts and magic symbols carved on the edges of the basin. It is a meditation basin.

"It seems that it is not in good condition..." Felix said softly, while constantly sensing the state of the meditation basin, secretly evaluating the possibility of repair.

"Ha, how fresh, otherwise I wouldn't have stayed in my hands for two or three years." Montongus took a sip of wine and stared at Felix. "Are you an alchemist? Are you from the alley, or from Cannon? Or are you alone?"

"It has nothing to do with you, Montongus."

"Oh, don't mind, I think we can make stable connections, there is no need to go through the intermediary, it's too dark, I need to pay a sum to get accurate information, you know." Montongus muttered, "That's two Sikes. If I hadn't heard that the other party wanted a meditation basin, I wouldn't have come."

Felix smiled and said, "You will make more. Isn't smugglers just pursuing profit?"

"Hey! When I was young, I wanted to do a big career and succeeded in success... I almost thought I had succeeded, and I successfully got to know a big man. I was loyal to him, but in the end I found that these gray corners were more suitable for me."

"Or, grey grave?" Felix said casually, picking up the meditation basin and carefully examining the magic symbols on it.

Montongus had no sense of shame, "I always have to live at least 200 Gallons. In order to get this, we died one person and one half-dead."

Felix glanced at him. He suspected that even if he gave this guy 200 Gallons, Montongus would not be honestly allocated to his companions, and even the companions he mentioned were temporary teams.

He thought carefully for a moment, "200 Gallons? At most one hundred, I'm not a sucker. This thing is garbage in your hands, and I can't guarantee that it can be repaired as before. If you want more, it's OK, but I need you to inquire about some information for me."

"Brandman? No problem! Old Monton is well-informed." Montongus said proudly.

"I'm interested in some ancient, dangerous tombs of ancient wizards," Felix said softly. "Same thing, there are those old and fascinating magical creatures that I will not refuse..."

Montongus' bloodshot eyes widened, "I need a deposit! A deposit..."

"Bang!"

A bag embroidered with green and blue patterns appeared on the table, making a crisp and pleasant sound of "rattle".

Montongus swallowed, and he opened the bag, and the golden light inside almost dazzled.

"What a charming little guy... listen to their voices..." He stretched out his dirty hand, "You are such a generous person. I have taken this job. You just need to wait for peace of mind, what is this!"

When Montongus reached out to pick up the bag, a gray-green snake suddenly appeared and bit him. The snake swam into its gray body and returned to Felix and turned into a transparent glass bottle.

There were still a few drops of blood in the bottle.

Montongus stared at him with an ugly face, as if he had plans to explode at any time.

"I've asked about your reputation, Montongus Flech, a smuggler, a liar, a thief, a thief... I dare not believe your words easily. In order to avoid bad ideas, I think it's better to be prepared."

Montongus was still angry, but he seemed to think of something and his expression calmed down.

"I never break my promise, and there is a slander on me outside! But... whatever you want, now, there will be no more snake in the bag, right?" He glanced at Felix, and Felix made a call. He muttered, "Slytherin." He hid the bag in the women's robe.

Felix said: "100 Gallons are the price of a broken meditation basin, and the other nine hundred Gallons are used to collect and buy magic items, or to inquire about information... It's up to you. I don't want modern things, and don't fool me with dark magic items."

"As long as I think it's worth it, you'll keep getting money from me."

Montongus looked at the black and white mask on Felix's face and became pleasing to the eye, "How should I find you?" He also thought about it seriously.

Felix threw him a stone, this thing was a variant of the Hogsmeade. "Inject magic, as long as you are in Hogsmeade, I can find you."

"I'm even more sure you're an alchemist." Montongus put away the stone, and he muttered, "It's not fair, you know me, but I don't know you."
Chapter completed!