"We just came to buy some intelligence," Schiller explained. "We're both ordinary people without any superpowers. Otherwise, your energy alarm would've gone off already, wouldn't it?"
"Give me a break, humans! When you keep the alarm from going off, it's usually because your power levels exceed its upper limit. You can't fool me. Get out! The Metal Bazaar doesn't welcome you!"
"Then I suddenly remembered—I'm not an ordinary person. I'm a Mutant, and this one is a mage. Can we go in now?"
The four horned horses all took another step back in unison. If the room had been any bigger, they might have been in the Andromeda galaxy by now.
"Listen, this is one of the rare orderly markets. Everyone can buy what they want here without worrying about being murdered and robbed. But if a large-scale attack happens, our reputation will be ruined. So you..."
"We guarantee we won't cause any trouble. I know humans don't have the best reputation in that regard, but it seems you have no choice except to trust our word. After all, if we wanted to force our way in, you couldn't stop us."
The lead horned horse sighed and said, "Fine. By the way, what's your relationship with Magneto?"
"None. Not every Mutant answers to him. And of course, we have nothing to do with the Sorcerer Supreme either, so you don't need to worry about him coming after us."
The horned horses looked relieved, though it was really just helpless resignation. Schiller and Constantine soon left the little room and swaggered toward the market entrance.
Before they reached the entrance, Constantine pulled a diamond-shaped gem from his trench coat. He waved it at Schiller and said, "The energy here is fascinating. It doesn't have such intense attributes—it's comparatively gentle and quiet,