After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

The open space was filled with a depressing excitement.

The wizards and wizard apprentices who come and go from each stall wear masks or hoods, hiding their true identities tightly, full of mystery.

Cyril did not rush 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, and the knotted hair looked gray, even its head The pretty horns on the top have also lost their luster.

Cyril frowned, he remembered seeing it in the library books before: unicorns are magical creatures that should be protected.

Although unicorn hair, blood and tears are valuable potion materials, it is the consensus of wizards not to capture unicorns from their habitats.

The stall owner saw the masked Cyril staring at the unicorn for a long time, he let out a weird laugh: "This is a unicorn that took a lot of effort to catch, One price, 10,000 Wu Jing."

After all, he flicked the unicorn's horn with his hands, and shouted to another customer who was watching: "To buy this horn alone, you only need 5,000 Wu Jing. "

Cyril even saw bound goblins and elves 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.

He blinked slightly, looked at Victor, lowered his voice and asked, "Are these creatures also tradable?"

Victor shrugged, his voice was even more dull through the huge lion mask: "Of course it can't be done on the bright side... The Wizarding Union doesn't want to have bad relations with other races, so in' Such transactions are definitely not allowed in Bellefit's' market or in the 'Cumbertiwood' market."

"But you know, it's the black market."

Victor mumbled the word.

Cyril sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, no matter what world it is, dirty deals are inevitable.

Victor saw Cyril's silence, patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, and continued: "If you don't want to set up a stall to sell it yourself, you can directly sell it all to Old Jack, but the price lower."

He pointed to a small old man in the middle of the market.

This old man was not wearing a mask, and was very conspicuous in the crowd.

He was sitting on a high stool in the middle of the market, wearing a pointed black wizard hat and a cigar beside 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 the palm of your hand.

Cyril tentatively placed a magical object obtained from the Darkmoon Forest Wizarding Academy in the tray on the left.

I saw the tray on the left side of the scale descend rapidly.

However, the next moment, twenty Wu Jing suddenly appeared on the tray on the right side of the scale.

The balance that was pouring turned and returned to a state of balance.

Where did this witch crystal come from?

It's not fake, is 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. If I If you do something about it, this market 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 expansion pocket of his wizard robe.

Next, he put the other things on the tray and traded.

When Cyril sold the last item, he found a tall man with a black hood standing beside him.

Although 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 is a distance between the two, but this man's voice is like a whisper in Cyril's ear.

The voice also seemed to be soaked in cold, making people break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Cyril clenched the black wand in his hand.

He straightened his back and gave the man a cold look.

"Ah, look what else I found, it's the wonderful taste of the abyss."

This man is not at all embarrassed.

At the same time, a thought appeared in Cyril's mind - "the dark wizard wanted by the wizarding alliance".

Compared to the friendly Mr. Erlanger he 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 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.

"Fuck."

The man felt the pain as if he was being burned by fire, and a terrifying sense of despair came from the depths of his soul.

He let out a suppressed cry.

However, his hooded eyes were full of uncontrollable excitement.

"This feeling...Brian..."

The man let out a low murmur from his lips.

This voice fell in Cyril's ears, like the rustling sound of bed bugs crawling past, and I couldn't understand the content at all.

The man was about to take a step forward when he heard Old Jack's very discerning voice: "Sir, pay attention to the rules of the market. There is no next time."

There was a hint of warning in this voice, which made the man 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 turned around decisively 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 arch of the underground market and stepped on the steps leading to the tavern upstairs, he could still feel that sullen look like rotting slime condensed on him on the back.

It wasn't 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 dark darkness.

"Would you like to go to the floating city?"

Victor asked Cyril as he removed the mask from his face.

Cyril shook his head slowly.

The feeling he just felt was not a hallucination, the man did have strong malice towards him.

The undisguised naked gaze was like an intractable plague, making Cyril feel uncomfortable.

He now particularly wants to return to the familiar Snowberg Wizarding Academy, and even has 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 became much calmer.

Perhaps the opponent's strong strength makes people feel very reliable.

Cyril pressed his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

After passing through the Wizarding Alliance's teleportation array and returning 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, 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 on his lap.

Hearing the movement of Cyril opening the door, Brian raised his head lazily and showed a light smile.

Cyril's gaze slammed into the other party's eyes unexpectedly, and felt bound by something invisible for a while.

"Mr. Scott..."

Cyril greeted softly, his voice soft.

His shallow thoughts of wanting to see each other just now were suddenly dispelled by this strong impact.

Cyril once again remembered that the handsome chief of the academy was powerful and dangerous at the same time.

Brian glanced at it and didn't see any obvious scars on Little Rose.

He stood up with a narrow smile in his eyes.

"Go to a hot spring, then I'll rub your medicine."

Brian said calmly, very leisurely.

There is a hint of irrefutable in her deep and elegant voice.

Cyril's eyes widened suddenly, a trace of confusion flashed in his beautiful almond eyes.

Hot springs?

Pills?

"Erlanger has sent the latest research results, this ointment may be able to eliminate the pollution of the abyss on your body."

Brian snapped his fingers slowly as he explained.

Afterwards, a small door composed of a blurry halo appeared in front of him.

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 blushed quietly when he remembered this.

He had wondered when he would be able to take a dip in Mr. Scott's bath again.

And 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 bathtub.

His heart thumped, he shook his body unconsciously, stretched out his hand to cover his face, and always felt that something was not right.

Why did Mr. Scott make a big bed beside this bath?

And then just sit by the bed and watch yourself wash away?

Does a serious rubbing medicine really need such a big show?

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