Dickens' Predicament

The table was filled with extravagant Daemon meat dishes. Locke was very satisfied. 

"Dickens, I need your help. I promise that I'll pay you a handsome sum."

"You've got the right person, then. May I ask what exactly is the matter? Are you looking for someone or a Battle Beast? Don't worry, although I'm not a noble, I have a lot of influence in the underground business!" Dickens patted his chest and promised.

Locke nodded and took out a piece of paper. On it were all the items that were needed for Lil' Dragon to evolve.

Dickens's was a little troubled by the list.

After holding back his gaze, Locke asked, "Why? Can't you find it?"

"No... I can. As far as I know, there's a black market in the Holy City that has these things, but..." Dickens scratched his big nose as if he wanted to say something but he suddenly hesitated.