hunter rule

Speaking of which, Harlan Bode, who still doesn't know what he looked like when he was alive, was really an unlucky guy.

He had too low talent, but he had actually seen the battles between professionals, and the strong desire he had was eventually exploited by the original Zhao Guangli and Gu Xintong.

"Now that the most important curse has been obtained, you should be almost done."

"Even if you don't bring back the water ghost blood and the exorcism sigil this time, the prices in the dark market won't be particularly expensive."

Gu Xintong spoke slowly and slowly.

"The Lance lamp has the function of refreshing the mind and improving the efficiency of psychic perception. It will also be used in my rituals. I will provide it when the time comes."

"The fountain gold and the fragments of the swamp witch's cloak are the hardest to get."

Gu Xintong looked at Zhao Guangli and tapped the table with her white fingers, making a slight sound.

"The spring gold is located in the north of the Black Iron Castle, deep in the [Mushroom Spring]. It is almost priceless in the dark market."

"There are also quasi-professional monsters like the Swamp Witch who roam the [Blackwater Swamp]. Because they are difficult to deal with, there are almost no pieces of her cloak for sale."

Zhao Guangli was already clear at this moment. There was caution in his eyes, and something was slowly placed on the copper table in front of the two of them.

Three sigils obtained from Harlan Bode.

And the remaining fragments of the cloak of the previously deceased swamp witch.

What he meant was quite clear.

Gu Xintong's eyes flashed: "Then there is only Yongquan Gold."

"There was a great deal of fountain gold at the knighthood of George Impeys."

Gu Xintong's tone became slightly heavier, her expression became consistent with that of the day, and that indifferent aura gradually emerged.

The meaning is already very clear.

Zhao Guangli's right hand was still feeling pain at this moment.

There is no other choice.

In the darkness, both Gu Xintong and Zhao Guangli found their answers.

"Then I'll leave." Gu Xintong said softly: "If it's any later, [Huajingyuan] will be closed."

Zhao Guangli breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart, and then stood up: "Okay."

"Go early when classes are divided tomorrow and sit in the third row from the bottom." Gu Xintong's expression was deserted.

Zhao Guangli was a little surprised: "How do you know the class placement situation?"

"According to the class division rules, I am the first in my grade and you are the last in my grade. For the sake of balance, we will definitely be in the same class."

Before Zhao Guangli could react, Gu Xintong pushed open the door and left. Her thin figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the faint fragrance of daisies.

After closing the door, Zhao Guangli's originally gentle expression turned cold.

Gu Xintong's visit now seems to be an unexpected surprise.

At least starting tonight, the previous weird settings about Zhao Guangli have been basically completed, but this girl named Gu Xintong has been hiding in the mist.

Zhao Guangli was cursed and had poor talent, so he tried to find a way out in an extraordinary way. This is actually understandable.

But what about Gu Xintong’s setting?

genius.

What does it mean that such a guy, a genius who only comes across once in a century, is also acting in the dark?

Zhao Guangli stood in front of the oil painting and looked at it slowly.

The black thunder seemed to be real.

………………

According to Tianqi calendar, August 7th.

The weather is neither good nor bad.

There was just a damp smell in the air, perhaps because of a light rain in the middle of the night.

Zhao Guangli pulled on his sleeves to cover up the faint curse mark on his wrist, and slowly raised his head.

Third-year students at Oak Academy generally do not stay inside the school. According to the school, they go out for internships, but Zhao Guangli now has a general understanding.

Able students have passed the professional qualification examination and are beginning to prepare for their own professional ceremony through various channels.

That part is always the minority within the minority.

Last year, in the third grade of Oak Academy, there were only two knights and one mage. Zhao Guangli could understand how difficult it was to become a professional.

extraordinary……

Second grade at Oak Academy, Class 2.

Zhao Guangli.

It took some time for Zhao Guangli to find this place through the metal nameplate posted at the door.

A huge lecture hall, the entire space is made of metal structure materials, dividing the entire space into three main parts.

Gears and gears overlap each other, forming some patchwork beauty.

"As expected." Zhao Guangli saw Gu Xintong sitting upright in the first row at a glance.

The girl is really good-looking. The white uniform gently hugs the girl's figure, and the short black hair is cool and charming.

Such girls are really rare.

Zhao Guangli looked away, slowly climbed up the stairs and walked towards the front.

"Hey, Zhao Guangli, here!"

Not far away, an excited voice came. Zhao Guangli really wanted to express that he didn't know this person at all.

Jike shook his head with golden hair and waved happily towards Zhao Guangli.

"Here here!"

The students who had arrived around were obviously attracted by such a sound, and their eyes turned towards Jike and Zhao Guangli.

"Be gentle." Zhao Guangli approached Jike and whispered.

"It's okay." Jike grinned as if nothing happened.

Zhao Guangli wanted to say something else, but a sharp laugh came from the side.

"It's you two losers again, why are you always haunted?" This voice accurately expressed the voice owner's need to be beaten.

Brown Jonas, a red-haired boy, was sitting in his seat with his right foot on the table, whistling towards Zhao Guangli and Jike.

"Who are you? You have such a bad mouth."

Zhao Guangli glanced at this guy: "You don't think you look good with red hair, do you, stupid dog?"

Zhao Guangli knew this guy, he was the one who came to provoke yesterday, but he really couldn't remember his exact name, but this did not prevent Zhao Guangli from scolding him back.

"You...you...what did you say?" Brown's eyes widened, as if in disbelief: "You said it again?"

"Stupid dog, get out of here."

Zhao Guangli's voice reached the red-haired man's ears accurately, and Jike's face instantly turned pale. He pulled Zhao Guangli's clothes to signal him to stop talking.

The students around him looked at Zhao Guangli with strange eyes.

"Someone messed with that mad dog Brown Jonas."

"Who is so brave?"

"Let me take a look...it seems to be the 'genius'."

"Which...oh!"

"You're dead...you're dead." Brown stretched out his finger and pointed at Zhao Guangli's nose, his finger trembling a little.

Right in front of the classroom, in the first row, a cool girl took out an eye box from her backpack and gently put on the black metal glasses without looking back, as if nothing had happened.