Hunting High School

"Wizard wearing a raven mask?"

The convict envoy murmured and repeated the black cat's words, and at the same time raised his hand to touch 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. "

"How much money can be sold?"

The black cat didn't notice the tone of the sinner, but excitedly opened the cat's paw: "Those guys are very powerful, I think they are worth at least three jade coins."

Three jade coins are thirty golden beans. If this deal is successful, besides paying Mammon's interest, it can also earn a lot of money.

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

The black cat suddenly woke up, and immediately tightened the tip of its tail, trying to put on a nonchalant look: "Oh, I'm a staff member of the Trident Sword Bureau, and I saw a secret report mentioning those guys wearing crow masks."

It's suddenly distressed.

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

But immediately, the envoy's next sentence dispelled this idea.

"I have two 'mantras' here, which one do you want to use?" He opened the book of own, took out the quill, and at the same time reached into his bosom to touch: "Wait, I didn't bring white jade today, you only have the white jade." A choice."

He smiled apologetically at the black cat.

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

"A very good trading character is the beginning of you becoming a real member of the Seven Deadly Sins." The sinner said, while quickly copying the spell on the book, and soon, the quill was tapped lightly, and a sound sounded in the enchantment. Gentle mantra:

"Don't let your tongue out, words never die

A gentle wind blew towards the face of the black cat. It stuck out its tongue, feeling that the tongue seemed a little heavier than before.

"You mantra mantra, don't talk about it, or your tongue will get knotted." The sinner happily closed the book and looked at the black cat: "Now, you can tell the news of own, wait a minute."

"Don't let your tongue out, words never die

He released a mantra spell on his face, and at the same time explained to the black cat: "This is to ensure that after your news is out, I will give the correct guide price to avoid damage to your interests, and then, for example, wait a little longer a bit."

The guilty envoy smiled apologetically, raised the duck egg mask on his face to the tip of his nose with one hand, and covered his face with his sleeve with the other hand, revealing only a non-distinctive slit of mouth, and then the black cat saw that mouth slightly opened and closed, gently Cough twice: "Cough cough, I am not the envoy of the seven deadly sins."

Before the words fell, a bright red tongue was pulled out of the mouth by an invisible force, and it was tied in the air, and the guilty person who had told the lie immediately fell to the ground, rolled several times violently, and looked like he was about to suffocate. look like.

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

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

Fortunately, the tumbling only lasted for a short time, and the prisoner got up from the ground panting, and patted the weeds on his body: "As you can see, it doesn't matter as long as you don't believe it. It's very short. But a bad little punishment. You can try it too."

The black cat stuck its tongue out of its mouth, and finally shook its head.

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

"Then," the Convicted Envoy sat down in front of the black cat again, opened a notebook in his hand, and took out a quill at the same time: "Your message is"

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

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

its sound

The voice is the same as the content, dry: "It is suspected to be related to the recent death accidents in the Silent Forest. Part of the organization's information has been mastered by the Trident Sword."

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

The guilty envoy finally couldn't help it, and reminded: "Is there any more?"

The black cat shook its head expressionlessly—to be reasonable, when it used the word "suspected" just now, the whole cat's body was tense, lest its tongue would get knotted uncontrollably.

The guilt made the tone a little disappointed: "If it's just like this, this news is probably not worth three jade coins. For now, I value it as a golden bean. Maybe you know some specific things they have done , can increase the value of this message.”

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

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

The black cat lowered its head and looked at itself, then raised its head with a dazed expression: "Is there any flaw?"

"Teach you a good boy, the three-pronged sword never buys news on the black market." The tone of guilt made him look a little envious: "Every time they need some news, they will directly use their fists to knock those words out of the mouths of intelligence dealers."

"Wow 1

The black cat also sighed enviously: "So can you overestimate when you sell it to over there? I can give you a rebate of 1

"Don't be impatient."

The wizard wearing a duck-egg mask raised his hand and gestured, while tilting his head and listening. Not far away, in another sound-proof barrier, another sinner was discussing something quietly and intensely with Mammon.

"good news."

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

"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. "

"No, I lost one golden bean." The black cat's calculations are extremely shrewd: "I came here tonight, and I received nine golden beans, and I spent one message plus ten golden beans. The news is not counted, and the net loss is one." A golden bean."

It shook its head, watched Mamen return the contract not far away, and suddenly came to its senses.

"Wait, I paid for this round of co-authoring assessment?" It tilted its head back slightly, and looked at Own Cat's Claw in disbelief: "And I signed the contract! Are you devils?"