Lord Helanza

Under the dim street light, I saw that there were food stalls on the sidewalk beside the gate of the Academy, and I felt that I still had some stomach rumbling with hunger.

Only some embers are left on the charcoal under the grill, and the iron plate is full of tender meatloaf. Surdak usually misses the Academy’s cafeteria, and occasionally buys two meatloaf for dinner here. The meatloaf here only needs fifteen copper plates per serving, and is full of a large piece of soft and juicy minced meat, paired with a piece of white bread and some onion rings, full of the taste of the western fast food in memory.

Many Knight Academy trainees are used to going to the Academy to buy a meatloaf for dinner at midnight. When Surdak leaned in, there was not much meatloaf on the stall.

Surdak asked the booth boss to put three pieces of meatloaf and some burnt onion rings in a paper bag, and return to the Academy dormitory with the warm food.

The snow in the Knight Academy is neatly piled up on both sides of the road into low snow walls, and there are trainee Knights running at night on the playground at night.

Surdak ran along the'Z'-shaped stairs to the third floor in one breath, and saw that the wall lamp in the corridor at the end of the corridor was still on.

At this time, he was not so eager, he tried to relax his breathing as much as possible, holding the paper bag in his hand, walked steadily to the door of the dormitory, gently pushed the door of the dormitory open, and saw Natasha sitting. In front of the desk, resting his chin with one hand, looking at the glass window in a daze.

Hearing the sound of pushing the door, Natasha looked back at the door suddenly and found that it was Surdak standing in the doorway, her surprise suddenly turned into a gentle smile.

"Didn't it mean that I might not be back tonight?" Natasha asked with a smile.

The room was a bit cold, Natasha also put a woolen waistcoat on the linen skirt, she walked quickly to the door, took the warm paper bag in Surdak's hand, and placed it on the opposite side of the window sill. On her desk, worried that the warm paper bag would cool off, she carefully wrapped a towel.

Then she walked behind Surdak and helped him take off the salamander Pige on his body and hung it on a wooden stand by the wall. There is a large burning trace behind it.

Natasha bit her lip, staring at the blackened leather armor, and silently said nothing.

Surdak hugs her sensual waist from behind. Her lower abdomen has a distinct waistcoat line. The skin here is firm and elastic.

Surdak put his chin on her soft shoulders and comforted Natasha: "Although there were some twists and turns in the process, but after the matter was resolved, there was no delay there. Why don't you rest so late?"

Natasha turned around and hooked Surdak’s neck, her body exuded a faint soap scent, a pair of water spirit and big eyes bravely looked at Surdak, her eyes showed some love and Worshiping, with a flushed face, he whispered to Surdak, "I can't sleep."

Seeing three simple smiling faces painted on the glass window, Surdak smiled and asked Natasha: "What's wrong, isn't it? Homesick, do you miss Little Peter?"

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Natasha lightly snorts her face, raising her face, and sending her soft and moist lips to Surdak Mouth.

Surdak said: "I believe the road to Wall Village will be opened in a few days. When the time comes, I will send you and Charlie back to Wall Village."

Natasha twisted in Surdak's arms...

In the cold night, the north wind was whistled past outside the window, but it was not so cold in the dormitory.

...

Pushing Natasha's snow-white arm away, Surdak got up from the bed in the early morning as usual, walked to the terrace, took out the dwarf chain shield and the craftsman's sword to practice The most basic shield strike and sword swing, he silently led the divine aura into his body, flowing in the body along the path of the power halo, and a light blue halo appeared again under his feet, and a continuously fountain of power rose from under his feet.

This time divine aura is flowing in the body much smoother than before. I feel that the power halo under my feet seems to continue to spread out, covering almost the range of about one meter in diameter under my feet. Surdak curiously asked Taking a step forward, the area covered by the halo actually shifted as it moved.

Suddenly someone pushed open the door of the next terrace. Linna, wearing a bear-style cotton pajamas, suddenly jumped out and greeted Surdak with a smile.

But next moment, she saw the light blue halo under Surdak's feet, she had an incredible look in her eyes, full of curiosity, and asked Surdak: "Surdak Knight, this is the'power halo'? You... …You actually have the power aura?"

Surdak rubbed his forehead with his hand, and said to Linna: "Every time Knight turns to this step, right?"

"How is it possible..." Linna curl one's lip immediately denied Surdak's statement, and said: "Knight who has mastered the'halo' has a great chance to join the Constructed Knight group. I heard that in Knight Academy, only Only three instructors in the fourth grade mastered this Knight skill. With this power aura, Surdak can crush most of the instructors in the Academy."

Surdak doesn't know much about Knight as a combat position. There is nothing to say.

Lina was holding the railings between the terraces with both hands, and asked loudly to the dormitory here: "Is Natasha elder sister awake? We want to ask her to go to the cafeteria for breakfast."

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"Come soon!"

Natasha opened the door of the terrace, and the probe replied to Linna.

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After the swing training is over, Surdak has always felt that this kind of intensity exercise does not seem to have much effect except to increase muscle memory.

In the morning, it is easier to light up those nodes when divine aura is running in the body than at other times, and among the stars in the sky in the Divine Consciousness Sea, there are nearly a hundred lighted stars. These The stars are connected together to form the magic pattern of the power halo, so he plans to add the exercise of divine aura every morning.

Thinking that yesterday’s harvest in Furnack Manor hadn’t had time to count, Surdak immediately returned to the room and picked up a magic pocket from the wooden frame with leather armor. This is Surdak 3rd day magic. It's a waist bag, but unfortunately this kind of magic waist bag can't fit into the magic waist bag, otherwise it will be more convenient to carry.

It is said that the consequences of forcibly doing this will completely destroy the different-dimensional space in the magic pocket.

He began to count the legacy left by the black magician Marion, and the black magician Cyrus. Unlike Hickok, Marion’s magic waist bag does not contain magic herbs, and even only two bottles of magic potions. Most of the items in the magic backpack are some special magic pattern leather and magic scrolls. Another pocket of Devil Crystal Stone and one This magic note.

Surdak picks the simplest inventory first, takes the cloth bag full of Devil Crystal Stones, and pours all the multi-colored Devil Crystal Stones inside on the desktop. These hexagonal Devils Crystal Stones are all standard currency in circulation. Surdak carefully counted them. There are 37 Devil Crystal Stones in total, which is not even more than a dozen Devil Crystal Stone fragments.

I feel the Cyrus around me. Hickok’s magical notes were shaking constantly. Surdak placed the magical notes on the table and turned the pages to the last page. Celia Cooper in the pages held the iron railings in the pages with both hands, revealing a With a shocked expression on her face, she asked Surdak in disbelief: "These are the inventory of the stereotyped woman in Marion? I have long heard that this woman is the richest among us magicians. It seems that this is really true. It's true..."

At this time, her gaze did not look at the Devil Crystal Stone scattered on the table, but at the magic pattern leather piled up like rags, with envy in her eyes. color.

Surdak put a piece of black devil leather on the table and spread it out. This piece of devil leather is only as big as a page of a magic book. The edges of the devil leather are not neat, but the devil leather The magic pattern on the upper part is quite intact, and the entire magic pattern is only palm-size at best. Surdak curiously asked Celia Cooper: "These dark devil skins are very valuable?"

"Of course!" Celia Cooper said without the slightest hesitation, and then asked again: "Why... do you know these magic pattern leather?"

Surdak scratched his head, in fact he I don’t know these magic pattern leathers, so I honestly said: “When devils are fighting on the plane of Warsaw, they often peel this kind of devil skin with magic patterns from the dead devils.”

Celia Cooper on the page made a very disgusting expression and said: "These magic pattern leathers are not the original devil devil skins. These are demonic beast leathers with complete magic patterns. It is estimated that each piece is At least you can get a few Devil Crystal Stones, but there are not many magicians willing to buy this in the Grimm Empire. The Grimm Empire is more about the inheritance of the magic pattern structure, and many magicians with life magic patterns. Leather, even if they get the magician in front of them, they don’t know it."

Surdak quickly nodded and said, "I understand! What you mean is... These magic pattern leathers are valuable, but It's useless, there is no magician willing to buy them."

"..."

Faced with Surdak's understanding, Celia Cooper couldn't refute it.

I had to look at the piles of magic scrolls on the desk, and said to Surdak: "These magic scrolls are also some high-end goods, most of them are third rank magic, but most of them The scrolls record black magic. This type of scroll can only be traded in the underground market, and you have to be extra careful. Once the mad dogs of the White Magic Union Law Enforcement Group spot you, they don’t care what your identity is!"

Surdak can feel the magical aura contained in the scrolls, so he can roughly judge the magic attributes of the scrolls, but he is not sure of the true value of these magic scrolls, didn't expect these magic scrolls are also some hot potatoes.

At this time, I heard Celia Cooper complaining from the side:

"I really don’t understand. With so many high-end scrolls, I can still lose to you. In the hands of Knight, Mary has lived for so many years, and she really lived in the belly of a dog."

Surdak thought for a while, and attributed Mary's death to her negligence, and said with some uncertainty. "Maybe she was careless!"

In fact, at the time, the black magician Marion did not underestimate the strength of Surdak, she even used a precious'psychic flay' magic scroll for this, just didn't expect the magic effect of'Mind Flay' was still immune to Surdak.

Celia Cooper waved her hands repeatedly in the pages of the book and said: "Although Mary is a bit stingy, her battle method is extremely rigid. Will not open the magic shield...There are so many magic shield scrolls left, hey! People are already dead, why should I care about this!"

Surdak is getting more and more confused. Why did the black magician sign a magic contract of equality and mutual assistance with him so easily? It is clear that the two are completely opposites and do not have any common language at all.

Surdak glanced suspiciously at Celia Cooper, and tried to ask her: "Celia Cooper magician, can you introduce me to these magic items?"

Didn't expect this request, Celia Cooper agreed very readily, looking around in the magic book page, pointing to the scrolls and asking Surdak to take them one after another and put them in front of her .

After looking for a while, I pointed to some magic scrolls with Surdak on the left and said, "You are afraid that these magic scrolls are basically not usable. They are all general-purpose scrolls. You can find one. The magic grocery store sells all these magic scrolls. They are those harvested from Cyrus Hickok, and they should be able to exchange for a dozen Devil Crystal Stones. As for the black magic scrolls here, although they are equally acceptable. Sell ​​it, but be careful of the mages in the law enforcement team!"

She then said to Surdak: "These black devil skins are the same as the black magic scrolls. They cannot be sold unless you Don’t be afraid of getting into trouble, or if you turn them in to the Magic Guild, you will probably get a certain contribution reward, but it will definitely be deducted by the Magic Guild."

Surdak checked it out, Marion There are a total of twenty-seven pieces of black leather in his magic belt bag.

After saying this, Celia Cooper turned her gaze on the last two bottles of magic potion and a magic notebook, pointed to the two bottles of magic potion and said, "It’s the two bottles of potion. You can keep it. One bottle is a weak troll potion, and one bottle is a potion of the power of the lion king."

Surdak survives the potion of the lion king, and it is said that it can strengthen the combatants in a short time.

Then Celia Cooper said casually: "Although this magic notebook is precious, the knowledge recorded on it, according to my guess, should be some experience about the magic pattern. It should be of no use to you, unless you want to study the magicweave cloak!"

"The cloak?"

Surdak froze for a moment, thinking that the great wizard, a native of the Warsaw plane, is not I just told myself a lot about the cloak, and I saw the great wizard implant the magic pattern cloak for the native hunters on the sacrifice ceremony. Although the three native hunters died in the end, they After all, he gained extraordinary power in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, Surdak asked Celia Cooper: "Are those magic-weave leathers prepared for magic-weave clothing?"

Celia. Cooper stared wide-eyed, stared at Surdak and asked: "Do you know anything about this?"

Surdak explained: "I am on the plane of Warsaw, besides being a shield warrior, I also Part-time skinner!"

"……"