Several apprentice wizards from the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy froze when they heard Cyril's words, and their faces were full of disbelief.
This person... why doesn't he talk about martial arts!
"You! Despicable! Shameless!"
The drake voice wizard apprentice from the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy looked at Cyril with anger in his eyes.
Cyril raised his eyebrows when he heard the words.
It's because he has too little knowledge and is ignorant, and the other party's slapstick behavior is too natural and smooth, right
Obviously these people took the lead in repeatedly jumping on their own bottom line.
Cyril shrugged, looked away from them, and stroked his wand lightly instead.
The white wrist holding his beautiful wand shook gracefully, and the tall skeletons behind several apprentice wizards shackled them more and more firmly.
Just as Cyril was about to step forward to search his body, Nicholas Cavendish, who was standing beside him, stepped forward and said, "You rest, I'll come!"
After speaking, Nicholas moved his hands unceremoniously, with neat movements and a very professional look.
After a while, many large and small magic objects were found and temporarily thrown to the ground.
Cyril glanced at these things and smiled at Nicholas.
I didn't expect to get so much!
"… "
Some muffled syllables came out intermittently, in very low voices.
After all, Cyril was worried that these wizard apprentices would spit out fragrance and damage the environment of this bountiful harvest, so he specifically asked the skeleton people to cover their mouths with white phalanges.
In a peaceful and peaceful place, angry tears flashed from the corners of the eyes of the apprentice Drake's voice.
At first glance, it looks like a forced weak apprentice.
When Victor hurried over according to the position shown on the crystal ball, he happened to see this scene.
"I'm here! Don't worry! Don't… "
However, when Victor took a closer look, his words got stuck in his throat before he could say it.
At the same time, his footsteps stagnated, his eyes widened and he looked at the person being shackled by the skeleton man, and then turned his head to look at Cyril who was unscathed.
For a moment, Victor was in a trance, and his eyes were extraordinarily complicated.
He had seen Cyril surrounded by a group of skeletons from a distance before, and was worried that his younger generation would be bullied by powerful wizard apprentices, but he never expected that the scene in front of him seemed to be Cyril... Bullying other wizard apprentices? !
Cyril and Nicholas Cavendish's attention was originally focused on these people, and it was not until they heard Victor's voice that they turned to look at the person who came.
Seeing that it was Victor, Cyril showed a bright smile.
"This is the senior Victor Alex who came to the secret realm with me."
"This is Nicholas Cavendish, my same class of apprentice wizards."
Cyril looked at the two beside him and took the initiative to introduce them to each other.
Victor choked up.
He caught a glimpse of the girl who was being restrained by a skeleton not far away and glared at him with a face written all over his face—"I remember your name! Wait for me!"
At this moment, Victor was in a complicated mood.
Who is the ivory tower wizard apprentice who has never been beaten by the secret realm
Why does he feel that he is the senior who can't keep up with the rhythm
Victor shook his head and was about to discuss leaving here with the two of them.
However, Nicholas Cavendish suddenly took on a look of realization, and he took a slender brass object from the pocket of his wizarding robe.
Nicholas Cavendish felt a little proud when he saw Cyril staring at the item in his hand with interest.
He regained his usual arrogant and reserved attitude, straightened his body and said, "This is an alchemy item I designed myself. I call it a detector. It can detect the number of alchemy items carried by the opponent."
"Look, there are specific numbers on it."
Nicholas spread out the brass detector in his palm and signaled Cyril to try it.
"As long as it has gone through the alchemy process, it can be detected."
Nicholas's tone was a little smug.
Cyril took the thing from his hand, and saw that the number displayed on the detector rolled instantly and turned into the number "1".
The little snake Green was detected immediately.
"Excellent, your alchemy must be good!"
Cyril exclaimed from the bottom of his heart.
He suddenly thought of Mr. Scott's friend, Mr. Erlanger, who might have a lot in common with Nicholas.
Nicholas suddenly fell down when he heard this.
He pursed his lips, his eyes darkened.
"What's the use of alchemy... Alchemy isn't serious magic, it's just an unpopular endgame."
Nicholas was silent for a moment, and spit out these words with difficulty.
Cyril was stunned, a little puzzled.
Isn't alchemy great
He looked up at Victor, who was beside him, with a little confusion in his eyes.
"It's an old rhetoric."
Victor waved his hand and explained patiently:
"The ancient wizards all pursued their own powerful and pure magic power, and disdain to use external force. Therefore, many handed down notebooks are very disdain for alchemy and other research."
He has friends around him who are also children of wizards, and he heard them talk about this so-called "orthodox" argument.
"After the war, the Wizarding Union encouraged wizards and wizard apprentices from major wizarding colleges to expand into a wider field of magic research. Many previously unpopular research fields have been revived, and alchemy is one of them."
Victor paused and said slowly.
"However, there are still some old-school wizards who adhere to the concept of ancient wizards and reject these fields of study."
"However, on the contrary, some radical great wizards even joined some researchers from other continents... They called themselves 'scholars' and set up a research institute together called 'Tower of Truth'. 'Tower of Truth' The people of the people try to integrate magic into the lives of ordinary people in other continents, so they attach great importance to alchemy. If some wizard apprentices fail to be successfully promoted to full-fledged wizards and like alchemy very much, they usually choose to work in the Tower of Truth. Various studies continue."
"However, the Holy See always seems to suspect that the 'Tower of Truth' symbolizes the nefarious ambition and desire for power of the wizards... In general, the Tower of Truth seems to be unflattering on both sides."
Victor sighed.
Cyril nodded, thoughtfully.
It appears that Nicholas Cavendish is also a victim of stereotypes.
Cyril patted Nicholas on the shoulder and comforted: "The times have changed."
He looked at Nicholas Cavendish and said seriously:
"In the past, ancient wizards pondered and fought alone, but now there is a wizarding academy, where wizards cooperate with each other and exert their advantages in their respective fields, isn't it better. Alchemy is very practical, and it can be very powerful!"
Nicholas looked at Cyril's firm eyes and was slightly stunned.
In order to prove what he said, Cyril tried his best to use this brass detector to snatch some fish that slipped through the net from the apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy.
"Look."
Cyril picked up these newly found alchemy items and shook them in front of him.
Nicholas burst out laughing, and there was an unprecedented ease in his heart.
After the school starts, choose the alchemy course, and then write an apology letter to my father, he decided in his heart.
"Wait! My alchemy will definitely be better than yours!"
Nicholas looked at Cyril, raised his chin slightly, and said confidently.
"Okay, okay, you're amazing."
Cyril's eyes were still glued to these spoils, and he responded perfunctorily.
Although Cyril intended to split, both Nicholas and Victor insisted, and the three left the place.
After walking a long way, Cyril lifted the call to the undead.
He wasn't worried that the wizard apprentices who had regained their freedom would continue to trouble him.
He couldn't beat himself anyway, and Cyril raised the corners of his lips slightly.
It didn't take long for the three to join Addison Morgan and the others under the navigation of the crystal ball.
The group continued to carefully collect a lot of things in this secret realm.
It was not until everyone had a full harvest that they returned to the teleportation array, and thus returned to the floating city.
"Which market are you going to go to and sell these things?"
After coming out of the Secret Environment Agency, Victor looked at a few people and asked.
"The 'Bellefitte' Market, or the 'Cumbertie Wood' Market. As far as I know, the price difference between these two large markets is not large."
Addison Morgan pushed on his glasses and moved out of his plans.
Victor touched his chin and looked at Cyril, intending to establish a friendly relationship with this good wizard apprentice.
He approached Cyril and said softly: "The things you got from the apprentices of the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy should not be sold in the big market, after all, if you meet friends who are familiar with those people... "
Cyril nodded, and seeing that the other party seemed to have a plan, he asked with his eyes.
Victor involuntarily lowered his voice: "I know a market, it's a black market, the purchase price there is not bad, and it's quite safe. Would you like to go with me?"
Cyril's eyes lit up, a little curious.
He nodded.
So the group parted ways.
Addison Morgan and the others went to Bellefit's Market, while Cyril followed Victor to a tavern that seemed to be made of stone.
There are many quiet black crows parked on the eaves of the tavern, and the light in the tavern is also a little dim.
Cyril is wearing his own camouflage mask, while Victor is also wearing a lion-shaped mask at this time.
He led Cyril to a wooden door that looked a little shabby, raised his hand and knocked seven times.
The door creaked open.
A short wizard with a black hood stood on the inside, his face hidden in the hood and could not be seen clearly.
"Old rules, understand?"
He made a strange, weak, hoarse sound.
Victor nodded, took out six witch crystals and put them in a black jar next to the door.
Then he took Cyril into the door.
This is a spiraling staircase, and the stone walls on both sides of the staircase are lit with red flames at intervals.
After they didn't know how many steps they had descended, they finally passed through an arch and came to a large open space.