There was a depressing hustle and bustle in the open space.
The wizards and wizard apprentices who came and went from various booths wore masks or hoods, hiding their true identities tightly and full of mystery.
Cyril was not in a hurry to sell his things, but took a leisurely stroll around this underground market.
There are many common materials in the market, but there are also many rare intelligent creatures.
Like a unicorn cub.
This little unicorn huddled in a corner, the originally white and soft fur was now stained with a lot of dust, the knotted hair looked gray, and even the beautiful horns on its head lost its luster. .
Cyril frowned, he remembered seeing it in the library books before: unicorns are magical creatures that should be protected.
Even though unicorn hair, blood, and tears are valuable potion materials, it is a consensus among wizards not to capture unicorns from their habitats.
The stall owner saw the masked Cyril staring at the unicorn for a long time, and he let out a weird laugh: "This is a unicorn that took a lot of effort to catch, and the price is 10,000 Wu Jing."
After all, he flicked the unicorn's horn vigorously with his hand, and shouted to another customer who was watching: "To buy this horn alone, you only need 5,000 Wu Jing."
Cyril even saw goblins and elves bound up in other stalls with enchanted ropes and gag.
There is also a large transparent water polo in front of a booth, which contains a comatose mermaid with visible scars on its neck and exposed skin.
Cyril's heart sank.
His eyes flashed slightly, he looked at Victor, lowered his voice and asked, "Are these creatures also tradable?"
Victor shrugged, his voice even more dull through the huge lion mask: "Of course it's not allowed... The Wizarding League doesn't want to have bad relations with other races, so at the 'Bellefit' market or This kind of trade is definitely not allowed in the 'Cumbertiwood' market."
"But you know, it's the black market."
Victor spat out the word vaguely.
Cyril sighed helplessly.
Sure enough, no matter which world it is, dirty deals cannot be avoided.
Seeing Cyril's silence, Victor patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and continued: "If you don't want to set up a stall to sell it yourself, you can sell it all to Old Jack directly, but the price will be lower."
He pointed to a diminutive old man in the middle of the market.
The old man was not wearing a mask, so he stood out among the crowd.
He was sitting on a high stool in the middle of the market, wearing a pointed black wizard hat and a cigar in his mouth.
Old Jack exhaled white smoke rings, his cloudy eyeballs rolled around, vigilant about the order of the market.
Cyril came to him and explained in a succinct manner that he wanted to sell these things in his arms.
Old Jack glanced at the black and white mask on his face, narrowed his eyes and nodded, motioning Cyril to put things on a brass scale in front of him.
This brass scale is not large, and the trays on both sides are only the size of palms.
Cyril tentatively placed a magical object obtained from someone from the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy on the tray on the left.
I saw that the tray on the left side of the balance dropped rapidly.
However, the next moment, twenty Wu Jing suddenly appeared out of thin air on the tray on the right side of the scale.
The balance that had been pouring turned back to a state of balance.
Where did this Wu Jing come from
It can't be fake, can it
Cyril raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.
As if guessing what Cyril was thinking, Old Jack stretched out his right hand, clamped the cigar between his two fingers, and said slowly, "New guest, don't worry. The city won't exist for so long."
Cyril nodded when he heard the words, took the witch crystal on the tray on the right side of the scale, and put it into the retractable pocket of his wizard robe.
Then, he put the other things on the tray one by one and traded.
When Cyril sold the last item, he found a tall man with a black hood standing beside him.
Even though he couldn't see the man's face and eyes, Cyril could still feel the other's malicious eyes fixed on him.
Cyril was about to leave quickly when he heard a sinister "Jie Jie" sneer.
The man then whispered, "What a beautiful and rare white soul."
There was a certain distance between the two, but this man's voice seemed to be whispering in Cyril's ear.
The voice also seemed to be soaked in chills, causing people to break out in a cold sweat for no reason.
Cyril couldn't help clenching the black wand in his hand.
He straightened his back and gave the man a cold look.
"Ah, look what else I found, the wonderful taste of the abyss."
This man was completely unsettled.
He stood still, and stretched out a thin, skinny hand from the sleeve of his wide robe. This strange hand curled his fingers and hooked in Cyril's direction.
At the same time, a thought popped into Cyril's mind - "the dark wizard wanted by the Wizarding Union".
Compared to the friendly Mr. Erlanger he had met before, the man in front of him was more in line with the image of a dark wizard.
What Cyril didn't notice was that the scarlet gemstone in the middle of the rose necklace he wore around his white neck flickered slightly.
The next moment, a huge black shadow instantly appeared behind him.
The black shadow and the man in front of Cyril glanced at each other, and an indescribable terrifying pressure immediately flooded into each other's mind.
"Zi."
The man felt the pain in his body as if he was being scorched by fire, and a trembling sense of despair came from the depths of his soul.
He could not help but let out a muffled cry.
However, his eyes, which were covered by the hood, were full of uncontrollable excitement.
"This feeling... Brian..."
The man let out a slight low-pitched murmur from between his lips and teeth.
This sound fell in Cyril's ears, like the rustling sound of bed bugs crawling past, and he couldn't understand the content at all.
The man was about to take a step forward when he heard Old Jack's very discriminating smoky voice: "Sir, pay attention to the rules of the market. There is no next time."
There was a hint of warning in the voice, which made the man's footsteps stop abruptly, and he let out a dissatisfied low curse.
Cyril couldn't see the black shadow behind him, and didn't know what was going on.
But he decisively turned around and left, away from this dark wizard who looked abnormal, and secretly let the system lock the movement of this person.
Then Cyril quickened his pace, found Victor who was wandering in front of another booth, and walked back with him.
When Cyril left the archway of the underground market and stepped onto the steps leading to the tavern upstairs, he could still feel that sullen look like rotting slime condensed on his back.
It was not until he pushed open the door of the tavern and returned to the bright summer sun that he felt that the gloomy sight was driven away like a darkness that could not see the light.
"Would you like to go to the floating city for a walk?"
Victor questioned Cyril while removing the mask from his face.
Cyril shook his head slowly.
The feeling he just felt was not an illusion, the man did have strong malice towards him.
That undisguised naked gaze made Cyril feel unwell like an intractable plague.
He now particularly wanted to return to the familiar Snowborg Wizarding Academy, and even had an urgent desire to see Mr. Scott in his heart.
As soon as he thought of Mr. Scott, Cyril felt an inexplicable sense of security, and his heart suddenly calmed down a lot.
Maybe it's the opponent's strong strength that makes people feel very reliable.
Cyril pressed his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.
After he passed through the Wizarding Alliance's teleportation array and returned to Snowberg Wizarding Academy, Cyril saw this familiar environment, and his thoughts of seeing Mr. Scott faded.
However, when he returned to the rose hut and read the order to open the door, he really saw a handsome man sitting on the sofa in the living room.
The young academy chief leaned lazily on the sofa.
The sitting posture is loose, and the two long legs are randomly bent, with a sense of ease and ease.
He rested one hand on his forehead and the other on a roll of parchment spread out over his lap.
Hearing the movement of Cyril opening the door, Brian raised his head lazily and showed a light smile.
The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, his cold and beautiful peach blossom eyes rose up, and the indifference and alienation between Ying Ting's brows were also dissipated a lot with this smile.
Cyril's gaze slammed into the other party's eyes unexpectedly, and for a moment felt bound by something invisible.
His heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but lightly pinch his fair fingertips.
"Mr. Scott..."
Cyril said hello softly, his voice soft.
His shallow thoughts of wanting to see each other just now were suddenly dispelled by this strong impact.
Cyril recalled that this handsome academy chief was powerful and dangerous at the same time.
Brian glanced at it and didn't see any obvious scars on Little Rose's body.
He stood up, a narrow smile slipping through his eyes.
"Go to a hot spring, and then I'll rub the medicine for you."
Brian said calmly, very leisurely.
There was a hint of irrefutable meaning in the deep and elegant voice.
Cyril widened his eyes suddenly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his beautiful almond eyes.
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Rub the medicine
"Elange has sent the latest research results, this ointment may be able to eliminate the pollution of the abyss on your body."
As Brian explained, he snapped his fingers slowly.
Then, in front of him, a small door made up of a blurry halo appeared.
This familiar little door made Cyril immediately recall that he accidentally broke into Mr. Scott's hot spring bath when he was in the Rose Manor.
It's been so long, Cyril's ears still blush quietly when he thinks of this.
He had wondered before when he could take a dip in Mr. Scott's bath again.
But now, Cyril buried half of his face in the warm water, revealing a pair of wet eyes looking at Mr. Scott, who was calm by the bath.
His heart thumped, he shook his body involuntarily, stretched out his hand to cover his face, and always felt that something was wrong.
Why did Mr. Scott make a big bed beside this bath
And then just sit on the edge of the bed and watch yourself wash away
Does serious rubbing medicine really need such a big pomp
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