Hunting High School

"You only need a bag of gold to get the protection of the great Lord Bastetter! What better deal than this?!"

"Not a hundred bags, not ten bags, just one bag of gold!"

"You won't encounter any danger in the city of Ulthar after wearing it!" The short dwarf merchant quickly got rid of the shock caused by the little banshee's out-of-thinking, and continued to sell the own amulet: "And this only needs a bag Gold!"

Zhu Zhu sighed a little for being uncheckable.

"I'm so sorry," she puffed her cheeks, her red pupils were full of apology: "Although I am also afraid of danger, I am even more afraid of my captain... If the captain knows that I worship other gods, he will eat me dropped."

After finishing speaking, she put her hands behind her back, shook her head, and bounced away from the dwarf's shop, chasing after Nikita who was about to disappear in the crowd.

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The dwarf businessman stared blankly at the back of the little witch leaving. After a while, he spat on the ground unluckily.

Turning around, I saw two sturdy wizards in red robes squatting in front of the own booth, looking at another wooden sculpture of a toad-shaped god on the booth, whispering to each other, whispering something.

One of them is Fatty with a round head and face and blue skin; the other has a striking red face. Judging by their clothes and appearance, it is obvious that they are all foreigners.

The dwarf's eyes lit up, and he immediately moved over.

The two wizards were talking quietly.

"This is the sculpture of that fellow Satogua."

"I think it's a moon beast... The doctor told me that the moon beast, a specialty of the dreamland, looks like a big toad."

"But it doesn't have tentacles around its mouth! And if I remember correctly, the moon beast should be white. The color of this sculpture is almost purple-black, similar to that of Satogua."

"Satogua has short hair, not this kind of oily skin..."

"Hey, you're the boss, aren't you?" Fatty with blue skin turned his head to look at the dwarf businessman, and asked rudely, "Then you must know who this sculpture belongs to, right?"

"Of course!" The dwarf nodded confidently with his hips crossed: "The great Satogua..."

Lan Fatty immediately looked at his own companion with a proud face.

The dwarf changed the subject and added: "...and the descendant of the great mother of the moon beast! Owning it, you can gain the friendship of the moon beast clan and the favor of His Majesty Satogua at the same time!"

Lan Fatty's face suddenly turned black, while his companion, the burly wizard with a red face, held his stomach and couldn't breathe from laughing.

"Just a bag of gold!" The dwarf shouted hoarsely, waving his short arms, "A bag of gold! You can get the blessing of the two adults! Is there any more cost-effective business than this?! Absolutely not!" Already!"

The two outsiders stood up.

"Faith is not for sale," Blue Fatty rejected the dwarf's peddling righteously: "Blessing is not a business either. You are tarnishing the words of these Sacred."

On the contrary, the red-faced wizard was more honest, and said honestly to the dwarf: "Actually, we don't have a bag of gold... We are new here, and we don't know what the currency is here."

The dwarf spit on the ground again with a disgruntled look on his face.

Fatty and Zhang Jixin returned to the street and continued walking along the flow of people.

"Speaking of which, the captain and the others should have arrived." Lan Fatty looked around and said, "I don't know where Maodou went..."

"It's time to find the black cat." Zhang Jixin replied slowly, "Right? Did you smell anything on that dwarf just now?"

"Huh? Very faint demonic breath." Lan Fatty didn't take it seriously, and waved his hand: "It's most likely the residual breath of a passing demon. Let's not make extra troubles for the time being..."

The red-faced wizard nodded silently.

The two continued to walk forward along the flow of people.

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When Zhu Zhu found Nikita, the banshee was standing in front of a divination booth, bending over, carefully looking at a piece of yellowed parchment.

It was a booth with a large purple umbrella, golden tassels and fragrant conchs hanging down the umbrella ribs, swaying in the breeze. There is a huge table under the umbrella. The table top is covered with a purple tablecloth? On the table was a thick book? Several rolls of parchment, ink, and a purple quill? But the most eye-catching thing? A carved copper pot with a thin mouth and a big belly.

An old hag with a huge hooked nose sat behind a table, wearing a thick purple cloak? covering her head, neck, and body? showing only her wrinkled face.

Her skinny hands were like crow's claws, stroking the copper pot, muttering words.

The pearl-colored mist spewed out from the mouth of the pot, and it condensed into a little figure wrapped in a turban. The little figure held a quill, leaving a string of cursive characters on the yellowed parchment.

The little banshee leaned over.

A string of poetic words were written in black ink on the parchment:

"Sunset burns,

Doom is inevitable.

We stand at the end of our lives.

Crying bitterly with fantasies and dreams.

But has the fate that cannot be changed. "

The little banshee looked up at the bright red clouds in the sky, as if her blood was burning. As the evening wind blew, she tightened her beautiful little robe and shivered.

"What is this?" it whispered to Nikita.

"I don't know either." The banshee shook her head, "It's not a prophecy, nor is it a verse. It looks more like a romantic poet expressing emotion about fate."

"Isn't this for you?" Zhu Zhu looked at the banshee in confusion, and then at the old fortune-teller in a cloak sitting behind the booth, with a dazed expression on his face.

"No," Nikita stood up straight, and replied calmly, "I was just standing here, and the little thing in the copper pot came out and wrote such a paragraph."

Zhu Zhu glanced at the old witch cautiously.

The old witch squinted her eyes halfway, as if she didn't hear the conversation of the guests. There was a soft cat meow in her arms, a gold-graded claw protruded from under the purple cloak, she stretched her waist, and the five meat pads opened comfortably, the little banshee couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch a pinch.

"Excuse me," the little banshee resisted the impulse in her heart, and asked the old witch politely: "May I ask if you have ever seen a pair of wizards and witches, with a gray dog... probably looks like this .”

She took out a portrait from her bosom, which was drawn based on the description of Zugs, but Zugs and wizards are not the same creature after all, and it is inevitable that they have a condition similar to 'face blindness', so the portraits they provided It is only for simple reference.