Bone King: Welcome the Birth of the King

The bustling central square.

Tang Zheng was walking on the street. Many pedestrians noticed the little evil dog and gave way to him.

The question from the middle-aged man in the Adventurer's Guild was not worth Tang Zheng's attention.

When he took out the two evil dog bone chains for sale, he had expected that someone would guess that he had entered the Tobu Forest.

However, no matter how much they speculated,

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No one in the Adventurer's Guild could believe that the turmoil in the Tobu Forest was caused by humans.

After all.

The disappearance of a large number of monster corpses alone was not something that humans in another world who did not have the concept of space backpacks such as prop boxes could imagine.

If there were no traces, the premise of the speculation would not be established.

"Vice President of the Magician's Guild, Bellori Vanov Grigori Bertkin."

"Just by reading this name, I know he is not easy to contact."

Tang Zheng was a little helpless, "I don't know if there are any magic props in the Magician's Guild that can translate texts."

At this moment, it was almost noon.

Tang Zheng simply found a busy tavern, ordered some food, and wanted to take advantage of the tavern where all kinds of gossips were circulated.

Find out if anything has happened recently.

He had long noticed that the atmosphere in "Ye Lantier" was not much different from the atmosphere a month ago, but the behavior of the soldiers guarding the city showed that something had indeed happened.

In such a situation, it is very likely that something has been blocked by the higher-ups.

If so, then it would be meaningless for him to buy information in the Adventurer's Guild, but it would be worse than some gossip.

However!

Until he left the tavern, except for a lunch that was finally no longer the simple food in the forest, he had no gains.

Magician's Guild.

Ding-dong~

The dark brown door opened automatically.

Tang Zheng entered the guild skillfully. Compared with the Adventurer's Guild, it was still very quiet.

The two staff members at the front desk were different from the last time they came.

The young magician was still there, and the other middle-aged magician was replaced by an equally young magician in a light blue robe.

"No wonder the magic props for detecting monsters reacted. I thought it was broken."

"It turned out to be a demon dog, or a demon dog cub?"

A lively and surprised voice came from the magician in the light blue robe.

The two spellcasters saw Tang Zheng coming in, and their attention was all focused on the little demon dog, and they all looked surprised.

Soon.

Another young magician in a black robe saw Tang Zheng's appearance and remembered that this was the person who came to buy magic scrolls a month ago.

After all, he had only seen the pure black hair color that time, and the impression was not deep.

"Do you still want to buy magic scrolls?"

The black-robed magician spoke.

"Not this time, I want to buy a magic item." Tang Zheng walked to the counter and spoke softly.

Most of the magic scrolls sold in the magic guild are auxiliary, and Tang Zheng has no interest in them at the moment.

The only thing that concerns him is the life magic that can improve the rank.

But after the life magic is upgraded, there are certain problems. With the current limited skill points, Tang Zheng has no plans to buy it for the time being.

Magic items?

Both the black-robed magician and the blue-robed magician showed surprise in their eyes.

The price of magic items is very expensive.

Judging from Tang Zheng's current outfit, they don't think he is a rich man.

"Is there a magic item that can translate text?" Tang Zheng spoke again.

"Translate text?"

"Who would make such a useless magic item!"

"And even if the magic item is magical, it can't do everything!"

The blue-robed magician raised his head suddenly and spoke loudly.

The young man in the black robe quickly reached out and pulled the corner of the blue-robed magician's clothes, and then he said to Tang Zheng embarrassedly: "Sorry, we don't have the magic props you mentioned here."

Tang Zheng glanced at the excited blue-robed magician and nodded calmly.

It was not surprising.

He remembered that Sebastian, one of the guardians of the "Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick", had a glasses-shaped magic prop that could translate text.

It seemed to be a high-level prop.

There were not many magic props made by humans in this world that really interested Tang Zheng.

"By the way."

Tang Zheng changed his tone, as if he remembered something, and took out a piece of white paper with a faint luster and seemed to be very tough from his arms, and said:

"Excuse me, do you accept magic materials like this paper here?"

The white paper was in a cylindrical shape above the head, emitting a permanent light, and a faint light of pale white magic flashed.

The two, one of them was unhappy, the other had a professional smile and a bit of arrogance in their eyes. Their eyes were immediately attracted by the papers in Tang Zheng's hand.

"How many do you have!"

"We want them all!"

The blue-robed magician leaned forward suddenly, with a somewhat excited expression on his face. He took the paper from Tang Zheng's hand without hesitation, carefully observing it, and quickly spoke.

Hmm?

Tang Zheng's eyes flashed, which was a bit unexpected.

According to the information tested by the "Item Appraisal", this kind of paper made with second-level magic can preserve the words written on it for hundreds of years.

Perhaps it is indeed somewhat precious.

But the blue-robed magician in front of him shouldn't be so excited.

"Completely up to standard."

The blue-robed magician looked away from the white paper, looked at his companion beside him, nodded vigorously, and spoke in a low voice.

The look of surprise on the face of the young man in black robe was even worse.

"I remember that you are a magic chanter from the belief system, right?" The young man in black robe turned his head and looked at Tang Zheng.

"That's right." Tang Zheng.

"Who made this paper? Sorry, we currently need a large amount of this paper. If the manufacturer is willing, we can purchase it at the price of 10 pieces of silver coin."

The young man in black robe spoke seriously.

The second-level papermaking technique can produce 700 sheets. Based on this price, you can get 70 silver coins by spending some magic power, which is 5 gold and 5 silver.

Tang Zheng was a little surprised.

If you make some every day for a month, your income alone can reach more than 160 gold coins, and you can easily achieve financial freedom.

"That's not necessary. I made it." Tang Zheng waved his hand.

"you?"

The young man in black robe was stunned.

Even the blue-robed magician who had been studying the paper looked up at Tang Zheng.

"impossible!"

Among the two, the young man in black robe, who had always been relatively calm, suddenly made a sharp sound at this moment.

"A month ago, you clearly purchased a zero-level "Papermaking" scroll here."

"If you mastered the "papermaking technology", why would you spend money to buy it!" The young man in black robe was very excited.

The visible arrogance and hostility were revealed.

Tang Zheng's eyes turned cold, and the cold aura of killing goblins and monsters in the jungle for a month emerged. His hair had not been combed for a month, and his half-covered eyes were exposed.

"Is there a problem?"

He looked at the young man in black robe with emotionless eyes and said coldly.

"You, you..."

The young man in black robe shuddered, his neck felt inexplicably cold, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Immediately afterwards.

"Do you know where this is!" The young man in black robe realized how ugly he had been frightened just now, and the expression on his face became a little distorted, and he became angry with embarrassment.

"Enough!"

The blue-robed magician, who was a little unhappy with Tang Zheng just now because of the problem with the magic props, now spoke seriously.

"Albert, is what you just said true?" The blue-robed magician looked at the black-robed young man seriously.

"What, really?"

The young man in black robe was suddenly asked and did not react.

"I see."

The blue-robed magician turned around and looked at Tang Zheng, "Your Excellency, please wait a moment."

Finished.

He hurriedly ran towards the stairs of the Magician's Guild.

For a while.

The young man in black robe and Tang Zheng were the only two people left in the entire hall.

The atmosphere became a little weird.

The young man in black robe turned slightly pale and turned his head, no longer looking at Tang Zheng.

Tang Zhengze became more and more curious.

It seems that "papermaking" hides secrets that he doesn't know about.

Didn't wait long.

Accompanied by two footsteps, the sound of stepping on the stairs was heard.

The blue-robed magician carefully followed an old man wearing a gray magic robe and looking plain.

If you look carefully, you can still see that there are many patches on the gray magic robe. Obviously, this is not a magic item.

The old man had gray hair and an expressionless face. The wrinkles on his face were as many as the creases on a book page, and his whole face was tense.

It gives people a feeling that they are not only difficult to get along with, but also very old-fashioned.

"teacher."

When the young man in black robe saw the old man appearing, he hurriedly stepped forward to help him.

But the old man just waved his arm, ignoring the young man in black robe. Although he looked very old, his steps were very powerful.

The other party first glanced at the paper placed on the counter table, then raised his head and looked at Tang Zheng.

"Are you from the Slian Theocracy?"

The old man's voice was cold, and he looked at Tang Zheng's black hair with half-squinted eyes.