After Being Fancied by a Necromancer

There was a suppressed excitement in the open space.

The wizards and wizard apprentices coming and going from various booths all wear masks or hoods, hiding their true identities tightly and full of mystery.

Cyril was not in a hurry to sell his own things, but first walked around the underground market slowly.

There are many common materials in the market, but there are also many rare intelligent creatures.

Like a unicorn baby.

This little unicorn huddled in a corner, the original white and soft fur was also stained with a lot of dust at this time, the knotted hair looked gray, and even the beautiful horns on its head lost their luster .

Cyril frowned, he remembered seeing it in a book in the library: unicorns belong to magical creatures that should be protected.

Although unicorn hair, blood and tears are precious potion ingredients, it is a consensus among wizards not to capture unicorns from their habitat.

The stall owner saw the masked Cyril staring at the unicorn for a long time, and he let out a strange laugh: "This is a unicorn that took a lot of effort to catch. The price is 10000 witch crystals."

After all, he flicked the unicorn's horn vigorously with his hand, and shouted to another customer who was watching: "If you buy this horn alone, you only need 5000 witch crystals."

Cyril even saw bound goblins and elves in other stalls with enchanted ropes and gags.

In front of another booth was a large transparent water ball containing a comatose mermaid with visible scars on its neck and exposed skin.

Cyril's heart sank.

His eyes flickered slightly, he looked at Victor, and asked in a low voice, "Are these creatures also tradeable?"

Victor shrugged his shoulders, and his voice became more dull through the huge lion mask: "Of course it's not allowed on the bright side... The Wizarding Union doesn't want to have bad relations with other races, so at the 'Bai Lifei Te' fair Or that kind of trade is definitely not allowed in the 'Cumberty Wood' market."

"But you know, it's the black market."

Victor spat out the word vaguely.

Cyril sighed helplessly.

Sure enough, no matter which world it is, dirty deals cannot be avoided.

Seeing Cyril's silence, Victor patted him on the shoulder reassuringly, and continued: "If you don't want to set up a stall to sell it yourself, you can sell it all to Old Jack directly, but the price will be lower."

He pointed to a small old man in the middle of the market.

The old man was not wearing a mask, so he was very eye-catching among the crowd.

He was sitting on a high stool in the middle of the bazaar, wearing a pointed black wizard hat on his head, and a cigar dangling from his mouth.

Old Jack exhaled white smoke rings, his cloudy eyeballs rolled around, vigilant about the order of the market.

Cyril came to his side and explained concisely that he wanted to sell these things in his arms.

Old Jack glanced at the black and white mask on his face, narrowed his eyes and nodded, motioning for Cyril to put things on a brass balance in front of him.

This brass balance is not big, and the trays on both sides are only the size of a palm.

Cyril tentatively placed a magic object obtained from someone from the Darkmoon Forest Wizard Academy on the tray on the left.

I saw the tray on the left side of the balance drop rapidly.

However, at the next moment, twenty witch crystals suddenly appeared out of thin air on the tray on the right side of the balance.

The balance that was pouring down turned and returned to a balanced state.

Where did this witch crystal come from?

It can't be fake, can it?

Cyril raised his eyebrows, a little surprised.

As if guessing what Cyril was thinking, Old Jack stretched out his right hand, clamped the cigar with two fingers, and said slowly: "New guest, don't worry. If I mess with this, the episode The city wouldn't exist for so long."

Cyril nodded when he heard the words, took the witch crystal on the tray on the right side of the balance, and put it in the retractable pocket of his wizard robe.

Then, he put other things on the tray one by one and traded.

After Cyril sold the last item, he found a tall man with a black hood standing beside him at some point.

Although he couldn't see the man's face and eyes, Cyril could still feel the man's malicious eyes fixed on him.

Cyril was about to leave quickly when he heard the man let out a sinister "Jie Jie" sneer.

The man then whispered, "It's really a beautiful and rare white soul."

There was clearly a distance between the two, but this man's voice seemed to be whispering in Cyril's ear.

The voice also seemed to be soaked in chill, making people break out in a cold sweat for no reason.

Cyril couldn't help but clenched the black wand in his hand.

He straightened his back and gave the man a cold look.

"Ah, look what else I found, it's a wonderful taste of the abyss."

This man is completely fearless.

He stood still, and stretched out a skinny hand from the sleeve of the wide robe. This weird hand curled its fingers and hooked in the direction of Cyril.

At the same time, an idea popped up in Cyril's mind - "A dark wizard wanted by the Wizarding Union".

Compared with the friendly Mr. Erlanger whom he had met before, the man in front of him was more in line with the image of a dark wizard.

What Cyril didn't notice was that the scarlet gem in the middle of the rose necklace on his white neck flickered slightly.

In the next instant, a huge black shadow appeared behind him.

The black shadow and the man in front of Cyril looked at each other, and an indescribable terrifying pressure immediately flooded into the other's mind.

"Zi."

The man felt the pain in his whole body as if being burned by a raging fire, and a shuddering sense of despair came from the depths of his soul.

He couldn't help but let out a suppressed cry.

However, his eyes covered by the hood were full of uncontrollable excitement.

"This feeling...Brian..."

The man let out a low, hoarse murmur from between his lips and teeth.

The sound fell in Cyril's ears, like the rustling sound of bedbugs crawling past, and the content could not be heard at all.

The man was about to take a step forward, when he heard Old Jack's very recognizable smoke voice: "Sir, pay attention to the rules of the market. There will be no next time."

There was a hint of warning in this voice, which made the man stop abruptly, and he let out a low curse of dissatisfaction.

Cyril couldn't see the black shadow behind him, and didn't know what happened.

But he resolutely turned around and left, staying away from this abnormal-looking dark wizard, and secretly let the system lock the movement of this person.

Then Cyril quickened his pace, found Victor who was wandering in front of another booth, and walked back with him.

When Cyril left the archway of the underground market and stepped up the steps leading to the tavern upstairs, he could still feel that gloomy gaze condensed on his back like rotten mucus.

It wasn't until he pushed open the door of the tavern and returned to the bright summer sun that he felt that the gloomy vision was driven away like a dark darkness that could not see the light.

"Do you want to go to the floating city?"

Victor asked Cyril while taking off the mask on his face.

Cyril shook his head slowly.

What he felt just now was not an illusion, that man did have strong malice towards him.

That undisguised naked gaze was like a difficult plague, which made Cyril feel uncomfortable all over.

Now he especially wanted to go back to the familiar Snowbog Wizarding Academy, and even had an urgent desire to see Mr. Scott in his heart.

Thinking of Mr. Scott, Cyril felt an inexplicable sense of security, and his heart became much more stable at once.

Perhaps it is the opponent's strong strength that makes people feel very reliable.

Cyril pressed his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

After passing through the teleportation array of the Wizarding Union and returning to Snowbog Wizarding Academy, Cyril saw the familiar environment, and his desire to see Mr. Scott faded away.

However, when he returned to Rose Cottage and read the command to open the door, he really saw the handsome man sitting on the sofa in the living room.

The young academy chief leaned lazily on the sofa.

The sitting posture is loose, with two long legs spread out at will, with a sense of ease.

He propped his forehead with one hand, and rested the other on a roll of parchment spread out across his lap.

Hearing the sound of Cyril opening the door, Brian raised his head lazily, showing a light smile.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, the tails of his cold and beautiful peach blossom eyes were lifted up, and the indifference and alienation between the handsome brows also dissipated a lot with this smile.

Cyril's gaze caught off guard into the other's eyes, and he felt bound by something invisible for a moment.

His heart skipped a beat suddenly, and he couldn't help pinching his white fingertips lightly.

"Mr. Scott..."

Cyril greeted gently with a soft voice.

His indifferent thoughts of wanting to see the other party just now were scattered by this strong impact.

Cyril remembered again that this handsome academy chief was powerful and dangerous at the same time.

Brian glanced over, but didn't see any obvious scars on Little Rose's body.

He stood up with a narrow smile in his eyes.

"Go soak in a hot spring, and then I will rub medicine on you."

Brian said calmly, very leisurely.

There was a trace of irrefutable meaning in the deep and elegant voice.

Cyril's eyes widened suddenly, and a trace of confusion flashed in the beautiful almond eyes.

spa?

rub medicine?

"Erlanger has sent the latest research results. This ointment may be able to eliminate the pollution of the abyss on your body."

Brian snapped his fingers slowly while explaining.

Then, a small door made of fuzzy halo appeared in front of him.

This familiar little door reminded Cyril that he accidentally broke into Mr. Scott's hot spring bath when he was in Rose Manor.

Obviously so long has passed, when Cyril remembered this, his ears still blushed quietly.

He had thought about when he would be able to take a dip in Mr. Scott's bath again.

But now, Cyril buried half of his small face in the warm water, revealing a pair of wet eyes looking at Mr. Scott, who was calm and relaxed by the bath.

His heart was pounding, he shook his body unconsciously, and stretched out his hand to cover his face, always feeling that something was wrong.

Why did Mr. Scott conjure up a big bed by the bath?

Then just sit on the edge of the bed and watch yourself wash for nothing?

Does serious application of medicine really require such a big show?

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