Wizards Can Collect

Not like a tower master, if an ordinary low-level wizard is buried in another world, the academy may be left alone, not to mention the situation that no information is returned.

"Are you from the Baipu Academy?" Rock was surprised when she heard her.

Had it not been for the Baipu Academy League, the information from the Gray Mist Tower would not have come so quickly.

"Most of the Nanchuan League has a lot of low-level wizards, and a small number of intermediate-level wizards." Timothy said solemnly.

Anyone can think that there must be some involvement behind it, but Quelsey is the highest level among the wizards recruited, and it is hard to say that things have nothing to do with him.

So, what does Lord Quel'setta play in it?

"Is the Lord Querceta approaching the end of his life?" Rock asked.

"Lord Amelia Tower has said that he is 831 years old, but wizards rarely live close to the end of their life." Timothy responded.

The life span of a Tier 3 wizard is about one thousand years. There will always be various situations on the way to the wizard, such as experiments, curses, or soul burning, etc., which will shorten the wizard's life span, and it is not surprising that the loss of more than a hundred years.

"It's really bad news." Rock said with an ugly face. Despite speculation, the situation was really bad, and he couldn't help sighing.

A wizard who is close to the end of life is the most irrational and the most dangerous. It will undoubtedly bring more variables to the mission. The worst case is that Quelsey is not allowed to save them at all, all is just to lead them into the game.

The two were relatively speechless and could only take one step at a time.

As night approached, gradually approaching zero, with ten minutes left, Timothy motioned to him and walked outside the door.

"Tutor, should I go?" Rock couldn't help but said.

"Wait for me." Timothy said without looking back, disappearing in the doorway, and the door closed automatically.

His own mentor was so strong, Rock reluctantly sat down.

This was originally the task of the mentor, and her level of strength exceeded her, and she would definitely not be able to hold her when she was in danger.

Outside the hotel, the air gradually became anxious, as if a storm was approaching.

Timothy slipped out of the inn and walked around the side of the street like a ghost, turning around and turning to the agreed place, a ruin all over the ruins.

A figure flew toward each other, and the two stopped guardingly and glanced at each other, keenly discovering that each other was the same type of person as themselves, most likely to inquire about the news.

The two entered the dilapidated hall from both sides.

"Someone is here again, aren't the chiefs ready to come out?" someone in the hall shouted impatiently.

It turns out that there are already several people in the main hall, and you can tell from the appearance that they are for the same purpose.

Upon seeing this, Timothy found a place and waited silently.

In the next few minutes, people came one after another, except for one or two urges, everyone tacitly found a place to hide.

As time went by, the scorching sensation in the air grew stronger.

"Welcome everyone to come. It coincides with the big auction held in the central city every 20 years. There are so many messages. I decided to change to a new game with you. The day before the sub-city auction, two hours before zero o'clock, go to On the 9th Street, Black Death Alley, there is a'gambling and fighting' hall where you can find what you want."

The voice sounded faintly and clearly passed to everyone's ears in the hall.

"Asshole, dare to play with me and wait."

Without waiting for the words to finish, the two flew in the direction where the sound was coming from, but unfortunately they threw a blank, the sound changed a position, and the announcement continued.

After the announcement, the voice fell silent.

In the distance, the sound of thunder began to diffuse, from far to near.

"Damn it, don't let me find you."

Some people scolded a few words, but no one dared to delay unless they wanted to be washed away by the thunder.

"Everyone, at ten o'clock tomorrow night, if you want to exchange news, you might as well come here to gather." A hoarse voice suggested after leaving the hall.

"Yes." Hearing this, there were words echoed in twos and threes.

As the thunder rushed towards the city, a group of people quickly disappeared into the street.

Timothy did the same, just a step back to the hotel before the thunder came.

"How?" Rock asked, standing up.

"A wayward guy, seems to want to achieve some goal, or harvest a resource first." Timothy explained the whole thing.

"So, someone secretly transmitted a message and agreed to exchange messages at 6 o'clock in the morning, I'm afraid it won't be easy." Rock frowned and said.

"Anyway, there is always something to do to stir up the situation and find some clues from it," Timothy said firmly.

This is true, I'm afraid that things always follow the rules of the firm, so they really don't have another chance to do anything.

"Let's go together," Rock said.

This time Timothy did not object, and she was not sure what would happen. It is estimated that the people behind Gambling and Fighting Hall would not allow this kind of transaction.

The thunder continued until the morning, and finally the thunder hadn't dissipated. The two were about to leave the hotel. There was a knock on the door again, the same rhythm as before.

Timothy rushed to the door, opened it, and there was another note falling slowly outside the door.

‘Haha, I kindly remind you, in the plane of Kuba, anyone who dared to leak information about the firm will inevitably be cursed. This article has been written into the laws of the plane.

If you still want to participate in the auction, please don’t freely exchange information about the firm, otherwise the consequences will be ——’

Seeing the content on the note, the two glanced at each other, their faces darkened, this kind of thing would rather be trusted than not.

"The control is really strict. Has the mentor ever been to this kind of wandering business world?" Rock asked in silence for a while.

"No, you want to ask this kind of unscrupulous business community, why does it attract people? Right." Timothy shook his palm, and the note fell into powder.

"A little curious." Rock nodded. If he were replaced, he would never look down on such a bad place.

"Because it can trade everything. This is true. As long as it can pay a sufficient price, the wandering business community does not exist alone. It is also a powerful alliance involving a very wide range.

Moreover, not everyone like you ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ can easily find trading places such as Shenglunqiao City. "Timothy said slowly.

Since the business rules are like this, the two did not act rashly.

The night before the auction was approaching, the two of them left the hotel according to their words, and changed into another appearance on the way, heading to the ‘gambling and fighting’ hall.

The layout of the stadium has changed, leaving only the arena and the disk-shaped area for opening the box.

"A battlefield similar to the ancient arena, this kind of killing game is really a popular fashion in all realms." Roque muttered in his heart.

It is a relatively cost-effective business to try to send them to the arena by using customers for information.

The rules are written on a stone tablet on the side of the arena. The battle arena provides the corresponding beasts. Win a game to get a random top-secret auction message. You can specify the type of lot information when you win three games, and you can get any relevant information when you win five games. news.

The time limit is two hours.

Like Roque and the others, there will be twenty or thirty people arriving here. Many humanoid creatures with unusual appearances are mostly second-tier in strength, not third-tier.