infinite blood core

Chapter 187 There are no knights in your destiny

Zidi continued to live in the academy as an ordinary student.

The hard days gradually passed, she got used to it, and gradually became like a duck to water.

She gave up the dangerous undead spell, did not use the living and study expenses sent to her by her father, and did not give up her bottom line.

With her clever mind, keen penetrating power, and by virtue of her good reputation, eloquence, and skill, she gradually established her own network of contacts.

At the dock in the early morning, the fish market has already started.

Zidi dressed in casual clothes and strolled through it.

She used to hate the fishy smell, but now she doesn't care at all.

She has come to the fish market many times, every time to buy tuna.

Tuna is a large category of fish, which can be subdivided into yellowfin, bigeye, bluefin, albacore, bonito and more.

Zidi always buys the best quality tuna.This is the result of her inquiries, the use of the library to enrich the collection of books, and the experience of buying them again and again.

There is a mentor in the academy who loves tuna and posts such tasks almost every day.With her dedication and strength, Zidi stood out from many competitors.Although the task reward is not much, but the victory is almost every day.

Soon, through sharp eloquence, Zidi pressed the price to the lowest limit and bought enough tuna.

Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden noise and noise not far away.

Zidi looked around and saw two bronze-level fishermen arguing.

She suddenly knew in her heart that she was competing for the identity of the fish king.Almost every day, fishermen at the fish market compete for the king of the day.

The fisherman who gets the status of the king of fish, the booth will always be the focus of attention.Often less than half a morning, the fish on the stalls will be sold out.

The rules for competing for the king of fish are simple: simply compete for the weight of a single fish caught this morning.

But today's situation is a little more complicated, so there is a dispute.

A fisherman who was originally vying for the status of the fish king was found to be hiding a person in the large sea fish he caught!

The unfortunate drowning man was dying, and most of his body was still in the belly of the fish.

The fisherman who had failed to see this situation immediately said that the weight of the human cannot be superimposed on the fish.

But the fisherman who had won the ticket firmly stated that this drowning person was the food in the belly of the big fish and should be considered as the weight of the fish!When I catch it myself, I also overcome the weight of the big fish and the human being, which is very difficult.

The other fishermen scoffed at this statement. With such a man stuffed in the belly of the big fish, he must be slow to move. This is the key to being caught.

The two sides insisted on their own words and quarreled endlessly. The crowd of onlookers also divided into two factions, each supporting one person.

However, Zidi saw that the situation of the drowning person was not good, and shouted: "Anyway, you should save people first."

"Hey, this is a barbarian, what's there to save!" The crowd didn't care.

If it is a pure human race, everyone may rescue, but the barbarians mainly live in the Frost Continent and are aliens.

Zidi couldn't bear it, and seeing that the barbarian was about to die, she hesitated for a while, but she took out the potion from her arms and poured it into the barbarian's mouth.

The old barbarian woke up, but he was screaming, unable to communicate, he was actually a lunatic.

Some people make fun of Zidi, this medicine is very valuable, but it is used to save a madman, and it has no return at all.

Zidi sighed, she just couldn't bear to go to the rescue, not trying to repay.

But she didn't refute anything, but bowed her head and left.

She is not conspicuous.

Because every time she goes out, she will use the transformation potion to temporarily change her appearance.Otherwise, with her original appearance, wherever she goes, it will be the focus of people's attention.

Days passed, and the mad old barbarians gradually became a scene in the fish market.

He was skinny and disheveled, and while he was insane, the threat was minimal.The fishermen took him as a prank and played him every day to have fun on him.

However, although the old barbarian was insane, he still had the instinct to eat, and he barely survived by eating the viscera of fish abandoned in the fish market.

Zidi comes to the fish market almost every day, sometimes you can see the old crazy barbarian, sometimes you can't, and more often, Zidi will bring some food and give it to the old crazy barbarian.

One day two years later.

In the corner at the end of the fish market alley, she found the old crazy barbarian sleeping.

Just as she put the food in front of the old maniac barbarian, the old barbarian slowly opened his eyes and said in fluent common language: "Thank you, young and kind lady."

Zi Di was taken aback.

The old barbarian took out a roll of animal skin paper from his arms.

"I'm getting more and more sober."

"This is the potion formula I made, the potion of our barbarian tribe."

"Please accept it, young lady, we barbarians have always been grateful."

Zidi took it and was quickly attracted to it.

"These recipes, although they only use the physical properties of the herbs themselves, are not magic potions. But they are very rare. Even in the library, there are only one or two records. Thank you..."

Zi Di raised her head and stopped in shock.

Maybe she was too addicted to these potion formulas, and the old barbarian had disappeared.

She realized for the first time that this was an old barbarian with a story.

The influence of this small adventure became more and more obvious in the years after Zidi.

The more Zidi researched, the more she found that the potion on this animal skin paper was a different system from the magic potion.Although it is obviously a summary of the experience of the barbarian tribe, it lacks the research and meticulous spirit advocated by magicians, but its practical value is quite high.

Zidi's previous mentor was best at alchemy. In addition to the main magic practice, Zidi also took a branch of alchemy - pharmacy.

A few months later, Zidi's research began to bear little fruit.

A year later, these results are increasing.

The good names of some of the common potions she sold began to spread among ordinary citizens, and even some students abandoned the expensive magic potions and chose Zidi's barbarian potions because of their shyness.

"When I graduate, maybe I can open an ordinary pharmacy shop in the city." Just as she began to look forward to the bright future of this business, a bad news suddenly came.

Father is dead!

When she first heard the news, Zidi's first reaction was not to believe it.

"Maybe it's just my father's way of trying to lure me home?"

Over the years, she has never returned home.

But then, Fat Tongue and many other elders sent letters one after another, all telling her this cruel truth.

Endless grief overwhelmed Zi Di.

Although Zidi hated her father, she never really thought that one day she would learn of his death.

"He is my only relative in this world." Zidi washed her face in tears.

The feeling of loneliness, daze, and insignificance swept through her heart like an endless wave.

Although Zidi has become self-reliant over the years, she can already rely on herself and live independently in this city.

Despite all these years, she did not spend a penny of money sent by her father.

When her father really died, she realized his true place in her heart and in her life.

Although she turned against her father and hated him, she also loved him deeply!
In the following few months, the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce was precarious and fell into violent civil strife. The rich and powerful quickly divided up the industry of the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce, and a large number of Chamber members changed their ways and took the initiative or forced to rely on others.

There are many letters to Zidi, most of which are to persuade Zidi to stand up and protect the legacy left by the old president.Because according to tradition and the laws of the Empire, she is the sole heir of the Chamber of Commerce.

But Zidi turned a deaf ear, she huddled in the magic academy and never went out again.The task of the fish market that has persisted for several years has also been abandoned.

She knew that the Magic Academy was her safe haven, the only place that could shelter her and give her life safety at this stage.

Finally, within a few months, a gluttonous feast of many forces came to an end.

The Wisteria Chamber of Commerce has almost only one name left, and most of the valuable industries have become the property of others.

In the past, the glorious super chamber of commerce, the giant with a strong trend of catching up with the traditional six chambers of commerce, was completely reduced to the dirt in just a few months.

There are those who sigh with emotion, there are those who are afraid and afraid, there are those who fall into the hole, and there are those who are indifferent bystanders...

Finally, after everything was settled, Zidi left the Magic Academy.

During this time, she hid in the Magic Academy.

Now, she needs to attend her father's funeral.

"Xiao Zidi, no, don't feel guilty. You are right, right, those who persuaded you to come out before have ulterior motives and want to use you to compete for more and more interests." Fat tongue led a team People and horses, come to meet her.

"But, but be careful, the predators are full, and the vicious piranhas are still wandering in the muddy waters."

After walking in a low-key manner for a few days, Zidi and his party came to the town at the foot of the mountain.

The town is full of joyful atmosphere, and a circus came to the town to bring the townspeople one of the few entertainment activities of the year.

Clowns, fireworks, colorful balloons, puppet shows, brown bears stepping on drums, dancing monkeys, and snake dancers from the East, playing flute.

Zidi's carriage moved slowly through the crowd.

There was silence in the carriage, and sadness surged in Zidi's heart.

Inside and outside the carriage are two distinct worlds.

Opening the curtains, Zidi looked up, and she could see the manor on the hillside.

It used to be her home, and the manor doesn't seem to have changed much.

Childhood, her life on the estate, and the town came to her mind.Every year when the circus comes, she will visit and play in the company of guards.

Even a parrot performing smoking in the circus can amaze and fascinate her when she is young.

Now, she's back.

She has grown up, regardless of age or experience.

The beautiful manor in the past revealed a sad atmosphere.The mysterious circus in memory can no longer bring the surprise and emotion to Zidi.

Everything has been changed.

The motorcade slowly passed through the downtown area, and a group of children sat around under a simple stage transformed from a horse carriage.A puppet show is being staged on the stage, and it is Zidi's favorite story when she was a child—the princess, the devil and the knight.

Hearing those familiar lines, Zidi recalled the time when she and her mother visited the town together.

"Mom, the devil is so nasty, I want to defeat it! I can fight very well. The gardener's son is two years older than me, and he is no match for me."

Her mother smiled and said, "My little princess, fighting is not something a lady should do. Don't worry, you don't have to shoot, you will have your knight, and he will protect you for life."

"My knight?" Childhood Zidi's eyes flashed, "Where is he?"

"Well... Mom doesn't quite know. But for sure, he will appear in your life."

"Mom, what's in that tent?"

"That's the fortune-teller's tent."

"What is divination? I want to see it."

"It's too late, wait until next year mom will take you there, okay? My lovely little princess, it's time for us to go home and sleep. Be good."

"Oh..." Childhood Zidi lowered her head and answered unwillingly.

The convoy finally came to the end of the street, and after this, it was the mountain road.At the end of the mountain road is the manor.

A blue tent stands at the end of the street.

This is the fortune-teller's tent, which is very deserted and stands in stark contrast to other booths in the circus.

Divination is a kind of prophecy, and it is a very deep magical field.

But most of the folk fortune-tellers are gods and gods, and they are deceived and deceived.Maybe they come to the town every year. The townspeople know the fortune-tellers in the circus well and have no interest in patronizing them.

"Stop, I want to get off." Zidi suddenly said excitedly.

She got out of the car and left the guard outside the tent.

The tent was dimly lit, as if it had deliberately created a mysterious atmosphere.

Zidi looked at the furnishings in the tent with interest. The sharp eyes she had developed over the years immediately judged many fake herbs and many counterfeit magic tools.

She was neither disappointed nor surprised.

"Guest, what do you want to fortune?" the fortune teller asked.

Only then did Zidi cast her gaze.

The fortune-teller was an old woman with deep wrinkles and a dark blue nine-pointed star painted in the center of her forehead.

She sat down casually: "Please do a divination, when will the knight in my life arrive?"

The fortune-teller began to grope for the crystal ball that was obviously imitated on the low table, and muttered in his mouth, muttering a voice that was difficult to hear, perhaps even difficult for her to understand.

The fortune-teller's brows began to wrinkle, and the voice in her mouth became more and more urgent. She seemed to have encountered an incomprehensible predicament.

suddenly!

She twitched all over her body, her eyes suddenly rolled up, only the whites of her eyes were exposed.

The corners of her eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears were all dripping with bright red blood!
She cried out in horror: "Ah...ah!"

"I saw... I saw your fate..."

"There are no knights in your destiny..."

"Only, only... ah!!! A beast, no, a monster!"

"monster!!!"

Zidi was startled and stood up subconsciously.

The guards outside the tent heard the movement and immediately got in.

The fortune-teller was lying on the table, with white eyes in his eye sockets, and stretched out his old hands like strange claws, grabbing at Zidi.

The guards stepped forward immediately, and one of them had already drawn a half sword.

"Stop, don't make a fuss. It's just an alarmist trick." Zidi calmed down and laughed.

She tossed a silver coin and threw it on the low table.

"Give you."

"Performed well."

She turned to leave, followed by the guards.

(End of this chapter)