Hunting High School

the same time period.

Pedestrian Street, Wandering Bar, the first trading room on the second floor.

The bidding time for the 'wreckage' has long since ended, and the wandering wizard has just announced the identity of the winning bidder, which is the number plate held by Korma.

This result did not exceed the expectations of most wizards, but it also made a certain wizard unbelievable.

"It's impossible for someone to bid higher than me!" The hunchbacked wizard suddenly stood up and roared angrily in a hoarse voice: "The amount of jade coins I quoted to you is enough to buy a dragon!"

This is of course an exaggeration. For wizards, most of the words related to dragons are exaggerated adjectives. But from another perspective, it does show that the offer for the Hunchback Wizard is high.

The wandering wizard didn't take it seriously, and smiled kindly at the strange wizard: "For wizards, jade coins don't mean everything. Magic is the most reliable hard currency in this world."

After seeing off the disgruntled guest, the wandering wizard returned to his room, and Korma hadn't left. It's just that she has already taken off the white mask on her face, revealing a delicate face.

"You are the most daring young witch I have ever seen." The wandering wizard praised, his tone full of admiration: "Even among the boys of the First University, there are very few wizards who dare to take off their masks in this room. look into my eyes."

"That's because their level is too low." Kerma completely lost the previous aggressive aura, and her tone revealed a bit lazy: "If they also completed the ceremony of registering wizards before the third grade, they wouldn't be so cautious .”

"Registered wizards and grand wizards are two levels." The wandering wizard kindly reminded.

"A 20-year-old registered wizard is at the same level as a 100-year-old grand wizard." The witch's answer revealed a hint of sharpness. A smile appeared on the face of the owner of the bar.

"It's nice to be young, always so fearless." He took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, as if moved by the witch's words: "You remind me of many friends from the past...they were all very young When I was a wizard, I walked a long way on the road of wizards, and their fearless figures will always remind me."

The wandering wizard used the past tense when giving examples, and the clever witch easily understood the meaning behind the words of the old wizard. Being overconfident is not necessarily a good thing, and you can live a long life with a low profile.

This is a very controversial topic. It is difficult to say which attitude, forging ahead or being mature, can support wizards to go further on the road of magic. People can always find their own arguments from the vast history.

Witches are not here to argue the topic with wandering wizards either.

Instead of wasting time meaninglessly, she cares more about practical interests.

"Reminders are always necessary," the witch said. She changed the topic and her tone became sharper: "If you can remind me in advance that these 'wreckage' are completely decayed, I think I will quote more cautiously."

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She was talking about the remains of the descendants of Satogua that had just been delivered.

Based on the reputation of the wandering wizard and the preciousness of the wreckage, before the transaction was completed, no guest had the opportunity to directly touch and confirm the status of the 'wreckage', which led to a slight discrepancy between the facts and expectations.

The moment the witch touched the 'wreckage', she knew the dire situation.

For some unknown reason, the wreckage of the descendants of Satogua lost all of its Blood Qi, and not many meridians connected to the wreckage survived. The witch just poked lightly with her fingertips, and the wreckage was poked out like a piece of rotten wood.

This shocked her and made her angry.

"You're a scam!" Kerma stroked Own's slanted ponytail, her mouth tightly pursed.

"If the wreckage is intact, how could the alliance or the school allow it to wander outside?" The wandering wizard's answer is also very reasonable: "It is because it has lost many terrifying characteristics that it appeared in this private room... But for you, this wreck is enough. That's why I chose you instead of the dragon's wealth."

While speaking, the old wizard had already walked back to the bar, took out a rag and began to clean and wipe the wine glasses and tableware that had just been used.

"Do you know what I'm going to do?" Kerma's pupils narrowed slightly.

"I often sit and drink tea with the Rat Immortal." The wandering wizard tugged at the brim of his hat, looking very polite. This answer reassured the witch a little.

She didn't believe in wandering wizards, but she was willing to believe in that big mouse.

"Listen to what you just said... Do you know what that hunchback wizard wants this wreckage for?" Kerma was very keenly aware of what the wandering wizard meant.

The old wizard wiped the glass slowly, curled his lips: "So, I hate dealing with you smart young people... I always like to ask the bottom line, and my mind is still spinning. But because this matter has something to do with your mouse fairy , I don’t mind telling you either. That hunchbacked wizard wants to use that wreckage to refine the Philosopher’s Stone...it will save many, many lives.”

The witch gasped, she regretted owning her curiosity.

"You don't need to feel guilty," the wandering wizard seemed to understand every bit of the witch's psychological fluctuations at the moment, and explained very kindly: "Refining the Philosopher's Stone requires highly active flesh and blood, and the activity on this wreck is almost It's been lost... just enough to complete your magic circle... I don't want to sell the wrong product to the wrong customer, and then get hit by a bunch of ruthless people. It's a big deal for the reputation of the homeless bar damage."

"My magic circle also needs highly active wreckage." The witch reminded in a blunt tone.

"It's enough to soak in the blood rich in spirituality. It's a waste to use the full version of the wreck." The wandering wizard waved his hand casually: "I believe that with your prudence, when you buy this wreck, you must also prepare Come up with a backup plan... No matter what blood you prepare, it is enough to soak this wreck."

The witch sighed slightly.

Every word of the old wizard in front of her brought great pressure to her, and he seemed to know everything. This made the witch feel a little frustrated.

But when she changed her mind, her eyes brightened again.

"Do you think what I want to do will succeed?" She asked tentatively.

The wandering wizard finally put down the wine glass he was wiping in his hand, looked directly at the witch, and after a while, he replied softly: "I can't have more say in this matter than you. But my long career as a wizard tells me that any exchange, are equivalent. The revolution cannot succeed without sacrifice."

There was no wavering in the witch's eyes.