Demon Sage Chapter 59

On Saturday evening, a week of study has just ended.

Students leave the campus in groups of three or five, and some people who live in distant urban areas will choose to stay in the school dormitory.

"Today I am still paying attention to you silently, and my admiration for you is burning my heart..."

In the management office downstairs in the dormitory, Jenny took an unmarked letter from Mrs. Martine, opened it and saw the contents on the note.

His face turned pale.

"Ms. Martini, recently... someone was following me recently. I'm afraid of him... afraid of him breaking into the dormitory!"

Jenny's voice is not loud enough. Born in the working class, she is the lowly part of this university.

The family's expectation for her is to find a husband with status and wealth through college to help the family.

She didn't want to cause trouble, but she couldn't stand being spied on.

That feeling haunted her for nearly a week.

The person appeared behind the door of the classroom, by the trees in the garden, along the banks of the pond, as if she would follow her wherever she was... and no one else could see it!

da~

It sounded like the sound of the locks coming together, but the two of them were looking in different directions.

On the edge of the flower bed outside the dormitory, the man appeared again, wearing a wide-brimmed black hat and a black trench coat with a vertical collar, staring at himself.

"ah!"

The screams sounded uncontrollably.

"Miss Jenny, I didn't see anyone. I think it may be because you are under too much pressure to feel this way. I suggest you go back to the dormitory to rest as soon as possible."

Looking around, she didn't see anyone. Jenny Pandaria's mental problems were often mentioned by students who went in and out of the dormitory these days.

Now Madam Martini believes it too.

"You, you don't believe me..."

The person on the edge of the flower bed disappeared. He had always been like this and never appeared in front of others. Jenny squeezed the letter tightly and turned around to enter the dormitory building.

Madame Martine bowed her head and continued her work.

There were footsteps in front of the counter, and a black figure was walking behind Jenny.

Not too far away.

Madame Martine looked up, her eyes out of focus.

She didn't see anything...

According to Sherlock, God has to rest on weekends, how can people continue to work, so after returning to Preston, Donald had a small vacation.

Infinita was not at home. She didn't know where she went. Donald had lunch outside and rested at home for an afternoon.

Look at books like "Expel the Evil", "The Enemy of Religion", meditate, try to let your spiritual power break through 2.5.

This is a simple quantification he made for himself, in order to facilitate self-cognition, using the initial total amount of spiritual power as the evaluation standard, after this period of meditation practice, it has increased by 1.5.

At night, when his spirit recovered, Donald sorted his clothes and went to the underground market alone.

The underground market was still lively, and he didn't stop outside, and went directly to the stall where the transaction was conducted last time.

"Your Excellency, you are finally here, I thought..."

I didn't understand anything before, and it was useless to hold three lost slates. Although I thought about it at that time, I could still bear it.

Now that one piece has been successfully translated, this is incredible. When I got home and researched it over and over again, it was inevitable that I would pay more attention to the remaining two pieces after I understood it.

I wish I could translate it right away, so I started to try it.

"Sir, pay attention to the expressions. Our transaction is secret. If you let me know that you told other people about this, our transaction will probably end here."

Knowing the importance of the lost slate, Donald naturally has to be more careful in this regard. Dealing with the Jazz and the cult is a helpless move. On the one hand, it is for strength, and on the other hand, it is also for self-protection.

As for Sherlock, it can only be said that he did not understand the importance of this ability at the time.

Now that I think about the weekly salary of 1 gold pound, I actually lost money.

"I'm very sorry, but I failed to control myself. If possible, let's go inside and talk?"

"in?"

Donald looked hesitant as Jazz pointed to the big tent in the center of the square.

"Don't you know? It's an underground market specially set up for private transactions. As long as you pay a certain fee, you can get a quiet compartment. The transaction between us is equally important to me, so I hope to have a A quiet room for conversations, of course, I'll pay for it."

The three lost slates were collected by Jazz at a great price. If passers-by listened to them, he would also be unhappy. The last time was the first transaction, and the two sides did not trust each other, so it was carried out on the spot.

Now that there is a foundation of trust, it is naturally different.

Donald nodded in agreement. Jazz immediately packed all the things on the table and put them in a suitcase beside him. There were only three or five strange objects.

Going to the big tent in the center of the square, after passing the last floor, Donald saw what the so-called animal floor was.

There are no strange-looking monsters that are sold in iron cages. The counter here is also a counter, but instead of strange objects, there are some wooden statues.

"On the counter are the physical statues of the creatures for sale. The underground market is specially carved for these sellers. Under the statues is a brief introduction to the creatures."

Sir has also been here for a while, and he is very clear about the situation behind him.

"What do you usually sell, it can't be pets, right?"

"You are right, they are really pets, but they are special pets, most of them have psychic attributes, their intelligence is higher than that of ordinary beasts, and the price is not cheap. Some nobles and capitalists like these, dozens of Gold pounds to buy a snake that understands human calls without blinking. Probably doing this will give them a different feeling... There are a lot of parallel imports here, because many buyers have no idea what to do. I don't have eyesight, it's easy to deceive."

People in the upper class are accustomed to a prosperous life, and always want to seek stimulation in ordinary days, and these special creatures are part of it.

"Isn't there anything more special?"

What about the monsters, what about those monsters that can breathe fire and spit water?

"Haha, I know what your Excellency wants to ask, alien beasts, right? But that kind of creature is too rare, like aliens among humans, not one in a thousand people, alien beasts are even rarer, I remember In June of last year, there was a puppy that spit Mars in the underground market. I have seen it. It was really just a little bit of Mars. The price at that time...200 gold pounds, which was still the starting price. It's all a quiet room talk, and the final price is definitely not too high or too low!”

Sir obviously already has a certain status in the underground circle, at least the strange beast is definitely not something you can see when you meet.

If you can spray some sparks, it will cost you 200 gold pounds. If you really spit out a fireball, how many times will it not be doubled?

The fact is true... No way, there are many rich people, the rapid development of industry and the accumulation of social wealth have made more and more rich people.

Identity, status, cannot be manifested by money alone, there must be something more special.

Imagine, UU reading www.uukanshu. Com and the gentlemen gathered at the manor, he whistled crisply, a fierce beast came running in the distance, and there was still flames in his mouth. Comparable to wear a few gemstone rings do not know where to go.

As for whether the beasts would spit fire and burn these people together, or if they rushed over without stopping, and killed one or two people, no one thought about it...

The toll booth was just outside the tent. Sir threw down 3 shillings, took a number plate from the corner of the table, and led Sherlock into the tent, where a waiter immediately greeted him.

The interior of the tent is divided into nearly ten compartments in a ring shape, and there is a distance of nearly one meter in the middle of the compartment as an empty space. This is to prevent someone from eavesdropping on the wall or playing some other means.

"The quiet room is not usually used, and most transactions are negotiated outside."

Before at the pay table, Donald saw that there were still 7 number plates left, which meant that most of the places inside were now empty.

According to the number plate, find the exclusive numbered room, the iron door, and there are special guards outside, one on the left and one on the left, with gun holsters hanging around their waists. Once the internal transaction starts, no outsiders are allowed to approach, forcibly break in, The guards would fire immediately, followed within minutes by fighters maintaining order within the underground market.

The layout of the room is very simple. There are two clean sofas, a round table, and candles on both sides. The kerosene lamps are not on the table.

"Your Excellency, even in today's environment where spell skills are extremely scarce, I still specially prepared three scrolls for you, which represents my sincerity, please take a look."

In the room, the two of them were seated, and Sir opened the suitcase first, took out three scrolls, and placed them on the table one by one.

Chapter end