Hunting College

"Wizard in a crow mask?"

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The guilty ambassador murmured the black cat's words, raised his hand and touched the mask on his face, and replied in a very soft voice: "Of course, of course... The news about the mysterious organization has always been the hottest business in the market. ."

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"How much money can be sold?"

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The black cat didn't notice the sinister's tone, but lifted up the cat's claws with great interest: "Those guys are very powerful, I think they are worth at least three jade coins..."

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Three jade coins are 30 golden beans. If this deal can be done, in addition to paying the interest of Mammon, it can also make a lot of money.

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"If the news is true, those three jade coins are really not expensive." The guilt ambassador looked at the black cat in front of him with interest: "By the way, there shouldn't be many people who know these wizards wearing crow masks..."

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The black cat suddenly woke up, and immediately tightened the tip of his tail, trying to look casual: "Oh, I'm a staff member of the Trident Sword Bureau, and I saw a secret report... Mention those guys wearing crow masks. …”

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It was suddenly a little distressed.

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It is really difficult to tell some information about the crows without revealing the identity, so that the idea of ​​making up some news suddenly appeared in its mind-of course, making up and false are two different things, it just intends to make some of its own inferences Say it as a fact.

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But immediately, the guilt ambassador's next sentence made it dispel the idea.

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"I have two 'mantras' here, which one do you want to use?" He opened his law book, took out his quill, and at the same time put his hand into his arms and touched it: "Hmm... Wait, I didn't bring white jade today. ...you have only one choice."

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He smiled apologetically at the black cat.

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"I can do it." The black cat replied bravely.

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"Very good... A good trading character is the beginning of your becoming a true member of the Seven Deadly Sins." The sinner said, while quickly copying the spell on the law book, and soon, the quill was tapped, and the enchantment sounded A gentle spell:

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"Don't speak my tongue, words never die!"

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A mild wind blew head-on and hit the black cat's face. It stuck out its tongue, feeling that it seemed to be a little heavier than before.

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"The mantra of the tongue, don't open your mouth, or your tongue will be knotted." The sinister closed the law book happily, so that he could look at the black cat in his spare time: "Now, you can tell your own news... Oh, wait a moment. ."

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"Don't speak my tongue, words never die!"

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He released a mantra spell on his face, and explained to the black cat: "This is to ensure that after your news comes out, I will give the correct price guide to avoid damage to your interests, and then, such as... Wait a mininute."

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The guilt ambassador smiled apologetically, lifted the duck egg mask on his face with one hand to the tip of his nose, raised his hand with the other and covered his face with his sleeve, revealing only a featureless mouth slit, and then the black cat saw that mouth was slightly opened and closed, lightly. Cough twice: "cough... um, I'm not a guilty messenger of the seven deadly sins."

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Before he finished speaking, a bright red tongue was pulled out of his mouth by an invisible force, tying a knot in the air, and the guilty man who told the lie immediately fell to the ground, rolled violently for a few times, and was about to suffocate. looks like.

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Even so, he still remembered to put the mask back on.

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This made the black cat wonder for a while whether he should admire or be frightened.

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Fortunately, the tumbling only lasted for a short period of time, so he got up from the ground out of breath and patted the weeds on his body: "Hu... as you can see... Hu Hu... As long as... Hu... If you don't believe me... Hu Hu, It's ok. A short but terrible little punishment. You can try it too."

The black cat stuck out his tongue and finally shook his head.

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"I'm not stupid." It tugged at his ears.

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"Then," the sinner sat in front of the black cat again, opened a notebook in his hand, and took out a quill at the same time: "Your news is..."

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This time, the black cat was silent for a long time before speaking again.

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"An unknown organization wearing a crow mask is very powerful. Many members have the strength of registered wizards, and the number of members is more than ten."

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Its voice was as dry as what it said: "It is suspected to be related to the recent deaths in the silent forest, and part of the organization's information has been grasped by Sangejian."

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There was a long silence between one person and one cat.

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The guilt ambassador finally couldn't help it and reminded, "Anything else?"

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The black cat shook his head expressionlessly—to be fair, when it used the word 'suspected' just now, the whole cat's body was tensed, lest its tongue be uncontrollably knotted.

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The guilt made his tone a little disappointed: "If it's just this... This news is probably not worth three jade coins, for now, my valuation of it is a golden bean... Maybe you know some of the things they did. Specific things can increase the value of this message.”

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The black cat shook his head again, very simply: "I also want to know more about them... So tonight I will tell you that on the one hand it is a transaction, and on the other hand it is a commission... If you can gather more information about this organization , the three-pronged sword is willing to pay enough price to buy it."

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"You still insist that you are a three-pronged sword?" The sinner glanced at the black cat.

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The black cat looked down at himself, raised his head, and looked a little blank: "Is there any flaw?"

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"Teach you to be good, the trigeminal sword never buys news on the black market." Sin made his tone a little envious: "Every time they need any news, they will directly use their fists to knock those words out of the mouths of intelligence dealers..."

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"Wow!"

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The black cat also sighed enviously: "So... can you overestimate it when you sell it over there? I can give you a rebate!"

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"Don't be impatient. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

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The wizard wearing a duck egg mask raised his hand and gestured, tilted his head at the same time, and listened attentively. Not far away, in another soundproof enchantment, another guilty envoy was discussing something with Mammon in a low voice and intensely.

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"good news."

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Soon, he turned his head and looked at the black cat: "Mammon is willing to buy this news... two golden beans... This means that you only need to pay ten golden beans to get the contract back."

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"According to this calculation, it is one less than the eleven golden beans you asked for before!" He finally added as a reminder: "Speaking of which, you are not at a loss."

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"No, I lost one golden bean." The black cat's account was extremely shrewd: "I am here tonight, I will earn nine golden beans, and spend one news plus ten golden beans... Not counting that news, I am a net loss. A golden bean."

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It shook its head, watching Mamen hand over the contract not far away, and suddenly woke up.

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"Wait, I paid for this round of co-authoring assessment?" It tilted its head back slightly and looked at its cat's claws in disbelief: "...And I also signed a contract! Are you devils? ?"

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