salazar not slytherin

Watching him circle around, he laughed and said, "Cleaning Slytherin, sloppy Slytherin, not aristocratic Slytherin at all! You will be bullied severely! Slytherin is the one who makes pranks king!"

Salazar silently drew out his wand.It's true that ordinary spells don't work on ghosts, so he, a spiritual magician, can't do anything about it?

Just before he was about to make a move, Peeves suddenly went dumb.

Salazar was slightly taken aback, then turned his head quickly, and saw a ghost in a Slytherin uniform standing quietly in the corner, looking towards this side with wide-eyed eyes, and his clothes were covered with blood spots.

"Sorry, Your Highness, I can't get rid of these bloodstains." Ghost murmured, tugging at the hem of his clothes uneasily.

For a moment, Salazar felt dizzy.He took half a step back and leaned against the railing, lowered his head, concentrating, and when he raised his eyes again, there was no sign of Peeves, only the bloody Baron was in front of him, looking at him with concern.

Standing up straight, Salazar gave a simple salute: "Mr. Barrow."

The blood man Barrow's eyes widened abruptly, he was stunned for a while, then turned around abruptly, and ran out stumblingly—yes, run, he was probably too flustered to regard himself as a living person, so that at the last step Almost fell on the steps, and then flew away quickly.

Salazar stood where he was, feeling uncomfortable for no reason.

At this moment, he heard an extremely unpleasant sound, probably someone was playing the flute, but he couldn't tell what it was.

The savior doesn't want to make a fuss, does he?Salazar blocked his ears depressedly, and it took him a long time to let go.Seeing that the carpet was all right, he tidied up his clothes a little and was about to leave when the expression on his face suddenly changed.

Extremely obvious fluctuations of magic power erupted upstairs.

I almost forgot, there is a dimensional space on the fourth floor, and now that there is such a big commotion, could it be that someone has entered?

This is not good, the materials he has already ordered are still there.

Touching the homemade wand in his sleeve, Salazar turned and ran upstairs depressed.When he reached the fourth floor, he immediately saw the sleeping three-headed dog with its head drooping inside the door.

In other words, doesn't Mr. Savior know how to close the door?What if the chain is not strong and the three-headed dog runs away?This isn't some utterly stupid trash like a troll.

Walking into the room without a sound, and closing the door behind his back, Salazar glanced around and saw the wide open trap door.Very good, and the door was not closed. He was afraid that others would not know that he had sneaked in, right?

A trace of anger that hated him could not be disputed floated up in his heart, and Salazar strode to the trap door, leaned over to touch it, and confirmed the existence of the dimensional space.Looking at the sleeping three-headed dog again, he smirked, pulled out his wand, and poked it hard.

Immediately afterwards, at the same time as the three-headed dog jumped up with an "ow", he jumped into the trap panel and closed the exit without forgetting that a Ningfengdengyun was added to himself.

Walking in mid-air, he stared at the tangled vines under him and sneered.Immediately afterwards, a flame shot out, and the devil's net immediately curled up its branches, revealing the downward passage.

Slowly going down the stairs, Salazar glanced at the plants above his head again, and rolled his eyes fiercely.The review notes of Blaise he robbed clearly stated that Devil's Net likes dark and humid environments and is afraid of fire.Even if you don't know this, is there any other option for dealing with plants besides flames?

In the next part of finding the key, because the person walking in front forgot to close the door, Salazar followed easily-he suddenly discovered that it is actually a good habit not to close the door.

Obviously he came a little too fast, and those who walked ahead were still struggling on the chessboard.When Salazar appeared, the White Queen had just waved her arm and slapped Ron on the ground.

Hermione screamed in shock, and when she turned her head, she saw Salazar standing at the door.

"You, why are you here?!"

Harry was also taken aback, but fortunately he still remembered that he was playing chess and ran to the white king quickly.Confirming their victory, Harry and Hermione turned around, gripped their wands tightly, and stared at Salazar warily.

Salazar didn't care about the two of them at all, and stared at the corner of the wall quietly for a while, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and went straight to the next level.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other and followed closely.

Pushing open the next door, Salazar quickly covered his nose, his eyes still blurred with tears.Looking at the monster with a big swollen forehead, he realized that there were still people thinking about the experimental materials he had ordered.

Damn it!Cursing silently, he quickened his pace and rushed to the opposite door, kicked it open, and rushed straight in.Harry and Hermione hurried to follow, but it was still a step too late, and there was no sign of Salazar in the room.

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☆, Salazar who missed the material

The last hurdle was nothing to Salazar.The flame belongs to black magic and uses magic power as fuel. If a real magic master encounters it, it may be troublesome.What about him?The 11-year-old child has just begun to recover his magic power. What kind of magic is usually used mainly depends on mental power, as long as he walks in freely.

There was already one person in the room, the one who knocked out the troll.

"Professor, good evening, you won't deduct college points, will you? Given that our goals are partly the same?" Salazar greeted with a smile, and looked at the tall golden border behind Professor Quirrell with interest. Mirror, carefully identify the pattern on the top, "Eris, Stella, Urhep... well well I should have read it backwards, 'What I show is not your face, but the desire of your heart'. "

"You—it's you? I thought I'd see the savior of Gryffindor." Professor Quirrell looked at Salazar in confusion, his expression changing again and again.He looked a little on the verge of getting angry, and for some reason had to bear it, very disturbed.

"You have a lot of secrets, yes, a lot." Quirrell murmured, "You have the name of the founder, and you seem to be entitled to it, but I don't believe it, yes I don't believe it. Maybe, you never Somehow stole the name, you're not a Slytherin at all, the Sorting Hat is a thousand years old, maybe it's confused—what are you doing?!"

Salazar, impatient with his chatter, strode down the stairs to the mirror.Professor Quirrell exclaimed, and pointed his wand straight at him.

At this moment, the flame suddenly changed. Harry Potter saw the two people confronting each other in the room, and was shocked: "Professor, you, you?!"

Quirrell smiled suddenly: "Ah, here you are, Harry Potter."

Salazar tilted his head strangely, and found that the two were chatting on their own, and couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face.Is this guy really that Death Eater?To be so stupid is to be considered a genius.Touching the defensive jewelry on his wrist, he turned to stare at the mirror in front of him.Is the Sorcerer's Stone here?Another dimensional space, so that Dumbledore is not afraid of space collapse if they are put together one by one?

Why don't you let him remind Mr. Principal?

He stretched out his hand with a smile, and before he could touch the smooth mirror, he sensed the magic wave behind him.Sliding to avoid a spell, he turned around lightly, and saw that Harry Potter had been tightly bound by a rope with condensed magic power.

"Okay, the so-called Highness of Slytherin, don't move things that you shouldn't." Quirrell looked over coldly, and pressed his wand heavily on Harry, "Stand back, or I'll kill him!"

"Using a Gryffindor to threaten a Slytherin?" Salazar looked disdainful, and his hands behind his back trembled slightly.Displeased, very displeased... what to do, I suddenly want to kill someone.

The killing intent came so suddenly, Salazar didn't understand it, and didn't bother to study it.Taking a step back, he looked coldly at Quirrell as he muttered to himself while groping on the frame, and said casually: "Idiot."

"Who are you talking about?!" Quirrell raised his head suddenly, twisted his upper body and threw himself on the mirror, "Okay, okay, I still have to complete the task of the master."

Harry was still talking nonsense, trying to interfere with Quirrell's progress. Salazar sat down lazily, watching a certain professor who was still very vigilant circle around the Mirror of Erised, and said: Chatting with Harry, I suddenly felt that this scene was very suitable for an afternoon tea.

It wasn't until Quirrell couldn't find the Philosopher's Stone and started asking his master for help, and Harry heard another voice, that his chattering little mouth finally stopped, and he was completely stunned in shock.

Quirrell was reminded, and immediately turned his head, staring at Salazar: "Yes, your target is also the Philosopher's Stone, right? Tell me, how can I get the Philosopher's Stone out of the mirror? Tell me! Otherwise, I will kill him!"

"idiot."

"idiot."

Noticing that the person inside Quirrell had spoken, Salazar stopped talking and listened with interest to what he had to say.

What follows is a horror movie.Professor Quirrell untied the kerchief and turned his back, revealing another face on the back of his head—it was obviously too embarrassing to make a face from the back of his head, and his nose was nothing like nothing.

"Salazar..." When the name was uttered, the face contorted, as if it was unbearable, "You are also a Slytherin, tell me, how do you get the Philosopher's Stone? Say it, and then change the name , I allow you to kiss my robe cape and become a member of the Death Eaters. Power, fame, status, whatever you want!"

Feeling Harry's expectant eyes, Salazar said indifferently: "Two ways, which one do you want to listen to?"

He didn't care about it on the face, but suddenly a sour feeling broke out in his heart, as if the ugly face on the other side somehow touched him - he even had an urge to take out the Philosopher's Stone and give it to him!Could it be a secret hypnotic magic?

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately felt the cold gaze in the corner, and when he looked over, there was no one there.Shrugging, Salazar walked slowly to the Mirror of Erised, this time Quirrell didn't stop him.

"Here, here, and here." Touching a few points on the mirror, Salazar explained warmly, "Conditional spell, I'm not sure what its name is, but the principle is generally as a key, and only Only those who have the conditions can open it. Generally speaking, it is difficult to judge what conditions the caster uses to restrict, but if the understanding of magic is deep enough, you can also get some hints, do you want to try it?"

This was almost a teaching, and Voldemort twisted his face and roared, "Take it out, what's the fuss!"

"Patience is really poor." Complaining, Salazar rolled up his sleeves and continued, "The second method is to take it directly, but since this place belongs to the dimensional space, the Sorcerer's Stone is in another dimensional space , are you ready to run away?"

Before he finished speaking, he quickly stretched out his right hand, plunged directly into the magic mirror, and held on to the bright red stone firmly.

The pain on the arm was like a knife cut, but the touch of the hand made Salazar tremble.Forcibly withdrawing his arm, he stared fixedly at the point on the mirror that started to crack around, his figure quickly retreated, and his empty left hand quickly grabbed at his side.

Turning his head slightly, noticing Quirrell's astonished eyes, Salazar looked to the other side uncomfortably, and saw Dumbledore leading Harry who was in a coma, hiding faster than him.

Sure enough, I was recruited, such a powerful hypnotic magic.Complaining from the bottom of his heart, Salazar still snatched him out, and while Dumbledore was checking Harry, he quickly returned to the Slytherin lounge, still holding the bright red stone in his right hand.

When everything was settled, Salazar slumped down on the armchair, held the Philosopher's Stone in front of him, and squeezed his mouth tightly.This is the Philosopher's Stone?

There was a faint light flowing in the bright red, he watched silently, and there was silence in the lounge.

Magic stone?Ridiculous, ridiculous!How could such a pure fire elemental energy appear in that kind of crystal condensed with the soul power of hundreds of thousands of people?

This is Godhead!The godhead of the fire god!

Thinking of the widespread rumors that had once spread in the Gejaf Continent, Salazar slowly darkened his face.Could it be that something really happened to the main god of the fire department?Nick Mellor and his wife have maintained their lives with the godhead of the fire-type gods until now. This kind of cross-attribute effect, I am afraid that the godhead of ordinary gods cannot do it.

Damn it, you have already arrived in this world, so why worry about the Geyaf Continent?Depressed so much that he almost wanted to curse, Salazar leaned back and hit the back of his neck heavily on the back of the chair, feeling even more upset.He nestled silently on the chair, slowly letting go of his thoughts, and his chaotic brain gradually calmed down.By the way, did he forget something?

After a moment, he jumped up and turned to the door quickly.

By the door of the lounge, Quirrell fell crookedly on the ground, his eyes wide open and his pupils dilated.His upper body was still intact. After all, Salazar was tightly guarded, but the part from the waist down had disappeared, and blood flowed all over the ground.

No wonder he kept silent, he was already dead, how could he make a sound?It's not a corpse.

Salazar squatted down, looked at it silently for a while, and cleaned it up with a wave of his hand.

It seemed that it was not Quirrell he was protecting, but Voldemort on the back of Quirrell's head.No, that soul is gone, and what Quirrell has become can't affect his thoughts.

After confirming this point, Salazar almost vomited blood—he still had several soul experiments and other materials in his notebook. If he gave up this one because of hypnosis, when would he have to wait?

Wait, Quirrell is dead, that soul...has gone far away?

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I always feel that this chapter Salazar is a bit cute...

☆, with the newly discovered Salazar

In the vast Pacific Ocean, a lonely island is very lively these days.Until the troops responsible for repairing the entire island left under the command of their superiors, the island has become a typical garden of nations.

The next day, the warship sent another group of soldiers, wearing uniform and unmarked military uniforms, all of whom could speak several languages ​​commonly used in the world fluently.

After everyone gathered in the central square, a young man with the rank of major general appeared in front of them: "I repeat the terms here, and I heard them clearly! First, don't mention the terms here to anyone." Everything, offenders will die! Second, you must not disclose your identity or nationality in any way, offenders will die! Third, you must not accept any gifts from anyone, let alone buy or sell items, offenders will die!"

The whole place was silent.

The major general snorted softly, then turned to meet the middle-aged man in a Taoist robe who was walking slowly: "Master Xun, I'm going to trouble you again."

"It's okay," the middle-aged man waved his hand, and with the assistance of a group of apprentices, he sacrificed three talismans.With the surprised eyes of some soldiers, the power of the talisman enveloped everyone, and the thin yellow paper instantly ignited, turning into countless red lights and dispersing into everyone's heart.

When the Taoist priests left, the major general didn't say a word, and directly drove the people below to their respective positions like sheep, followed by another rush.Three days later, the island officially welcomed its first guests.

Salazar arrived here with the plane midway.

In the last few days at Hogwarts, he was so noisy that he almost turned the entire Forbidden Forest upside down, but he also harvested a lot of materials that could be used recently, and even found time to make a few sets of defensive jewelry.For this reason, he didn't even go to the year-end banquet. He only heard about Dumbledore's sudden addition of points to Gryffindor on the train leaving, allowing them to overtake Slytherin and win the Academy Cup.

In this regard, Salazar just hooked the corners of his mouth: "It is always beneficial to let someone pass the trial for no reason, but the score is just stuck there, but it is the principal's fault." "

He said this to Blaise and Pansy in the box of the Hogwarts Express. Drake had gone somewhere, and according to Salazar's estimate, he might have gone to find Harry again, and he didn't bother bother.

After getting off the train, Salazar saw Big Malfoy waiting outside almost at a glance, his long platinum-blond hair was really conspicuous.It could be seen that Big Malfoy had a strange attitude towards him, standing there a little arrogantly, a little guarded, and almost instinctively wanted to get close.

Draco walked over with his chin slightly raised, the expression on his face exactly the same as his father's.

With a slight nod, Salazar turned and walked towards the exit, in the opposite direction from them.The wizard's station naturally has an exit leading to the wizarding world, but he still has to go to the world of ordinary people - at Hogwarts, he blatantly ordered books for ordinary people from the shopkeeper in Knockturn Alley. So stupid.

Coming out of the wall, he immediately sensed that abnormal power fluctuation, cold and frightening.

Seeing the blond man silently following behind a young witch who was looking for his parents, Salazar leaned over calmly, saw that he just drank a little blood and left, he hesitated for a moment, but still didn't want to leave. To startle anyone and follow.

The man walked a few steps quickly, stopped in a place with few pedestrians, and took out an exceptionally small mobile phone from his pocket.

Salazar, who was in charge of watching, was suddenly dumbfounded.

"When did you come here, Ben Gus? I must have gone to the wrong place. There was a large group of young wizards here just now. What happened?"

Unable to hear what the person on the other side of the phone was saying, Salazar could only see a faint blush on the man's almost transparent white face, and growled angrily: "What are you talking about? Hogwarts students are on vacation? Why do they show up at the station going to the trade fair during the holidays?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ben Gus on the phone said something, and the man was stunned on the spot as if struck by lightning.

"Okay, okay, it's the airport, not the station, I know, Bengus, you'd better pick me up." The man hung up the phone depressedly, punched himself hard on the forehead, frustrated, "Speed Hurry up, if it's later, it will only be tomorrow. What? Don't worry, I have a count, I just tasted it, and the taste is not very good."

trade fair?Bloodlines?This is really lively.Salazar rolled his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and went back to Ollivander's wand shop in silence.First, he went to Knockturn Alley to order a batch of books, and then he completely stayed in the workshop, reprocessing the previous sets of defensive jewelry.Not to mention the magic circle that replenishes the magic power, even the styles of the bracelet and brooch have been carefully handled, so that it is hard to see that they are similar to the ones he usually uses.

After packing up, he bid farewell to Ollivander, took off everything that might reveal his identity, and wore a pair of earrings with the function of hiding and ignoring. On the plane to the island.

"Little one, where's your adult?" The one who spoke was a flirtatious woman, her voice was like wine, it was really intoxicating, "You can't come here alone, right?"

"Why not?" Salazar acted like an inexperienced child.

The woman covered her mouth with a chuckle, her long dark green hair swayed slightly, and a strand of it came out quickly, which was chopped off by Salazar with the spiritual power blade on the spot.

"Medusa."

"Psychic powers."

Unanimously revealing the identity of the other party, the flirtatious woman pursed her lips, while Salazar raised her head and continued: "Imitation skin?"

The woman stared, raised her head high, and left.

Shrugging, Salazar found a place to sit down, covered himself with a blanket, and put on a blindfold.

Seeing this, the passengers in the cabin all became cautious—no one knew whether a psychic closed his eyes to sleep or to attack.

In fact, Salazar was far less complicated than they thought, and he made this appearance just to take stock of the property he could use for trading.Things that are unique to the Forbidden Forest, such as the mane of the centaur, are absolutely unacceptable. Except for Hogwarts in the United Kingdom, the centaur all over the world have disappeared. If you take this out, his identity will never be hidden; he made it himself Jewelry is not bad, but unfortunately the quantity is too small, so two sets are not easy to disassemble and sell; in addition, you can sell a few magic circles used in alchemy. Anyone can make this kind of thing, but the materials are rare, and the finished product is even rarer. , the things he made by relying on his mental strength will definitely sell for a good price...

Thinking of this, Salazar gradually became a little tired, and he put on the brooch he was about to sell, and his body slowly relaxed.

Almost as soon as he fell asleep, the atmosphere in the cabin changed drastically.

The flirtatious woman's eyes fluttered before, and the dark green hair was scattered in all directions. A ferocious snake's head protruded from the front of each strand, spitting out scarlet letters to show off.

Not everyone was intimidated by her. Another dry old man in black with a hood tapped the ground with a cane and stood up. The snake on the woman's head immediately circled up and stopped in midair cautiously. Dare to be careless.

When the old man in black stood up, a boy in casual clothes put down the magazine in his hand, and stood beside Salazar by mistake: "Mr. Budley, wait a moment, this kid is also a supernatural being, so he can't turn to the soul." Parliament misses."

"Hey, mental power, where else can I go if I don't come to the Soul Council? Miss Dama should save it, anyway, Medusa has nothing to do with this doll."

Hearing what the old man in black said, the flirtatious woman licked her lips, and there was a faint red light in her eyes: "You can't say that, Medusa naturally has a way to distinguish the same race, you better not interfere as a lich, don't think Put on the upper layer of human skin and you are no longer a skeleton!"

The three of them were staring at each other when a flash of lightning suddenly struck between them.The next moment, a young man in military uniform strode over from the driver's cab, playing with a ball of deep purple electric balls with both hands, stretching, folding, and rolling them together from time to time, juggling like plasticine: "Three Ruo Dang If you really want to rob people, how about I send you outside for a test? But on this plane, I don’t allow anyone to break the rules!”

Under the cold eyes of the man, the woman and the old man could only return to their seats angrily, while the young man who was a supernatural being shyly stepped forward, looking enviously at the flashlight in the man's hand: "Senior..."

The man was not interested in talking at all, so he turned around and left.

The young man watched the man's leaving back eagerly, and muttered excitedly: "B+, no, maybe it's an A-level ability, the British government is really willing."

Salazar, who seemed to be asleep, lay there quietly, with a slight smile on his mouth.

The author has something to say: I went to design a new map, and there is only one update today. Good night, friends, and I will have class again tomorrow.

☆, Salazar at the trade fair

After an unknown amount of time, the cabin was completely silent. Some people closed their eyes to rest, some fell asleep, and some died.At this time, the plane had already reached the sky above the island, and the pilot in the cockpit lowered the altitude, circled and began to look for the apron.

When the altitude began to decrease, Salazar was already awake, and the first thing he did was to check the activation record of the brooch.Only twice?It is worthy of being a trade fair jointly organized by the governments of various countries, and the law and order are really good.Thinking of this, he looked around, and the person who caught his gaze immediately looked away.

As God testifies, they just wanted to quietly add money to their treasury, but who knew that this kid was really ruthless, the first two people who stretched out their hands were confused, if they hadn't been awakened by their companions in time, it would have been a matter of a broken arm that's it.

Salazar didn't care what other people thought. When the plane stopped and the door opened, he took off his seat belt and was about to leave.

"Hey, little guy, are you leaving now?" The young man in casual clothes leaned over casually, but Salazar dodged and stared at him coldly.

"What is your expression? I admit that you are doing well and your strength is sufficient, but this is your first time to participate in the trade fair. Would you like me to explain it to you? They are all supernatural beings, and everyone wants a lot Be close." The boy kept talking non-stop, seeing Salazar walking out, he immediately followed him, "Little guy, how old are you? What's your name? Where are you from? Hey, hello!" Slow down!"

It's not a problem to always have a fly in your ear, Salazar turned around quickly, and made the young man jump back, then raised his eyebrows contentedly, and said: "I thought that few people would reveal their information here. ?”

"Is there? Ah, hehe, maybe." The young man hummed awkwardly, and leaned forward again, "But there should be a title, right? I'm Dennis, what about you?"

"Solan." Salazar hesitated a little, and spit out a name.Seeing the young man who called himself Dennis lost in thought, he curled his lips and left in no hurry.

Dennis thought for a while and got no results, so he put the pseudonym behind him.In the world of special people, the gap between different circles is much greater than that of ordinary people. Except for a few troublesome guys, they only know a few of the same kind, and it is normal for them not to recognize this person.

"Is it the first time for Solan to come to this kind of place? If you say that the people above are not bad recently, I heard that this year, Trico in several countries has started recruiting new recruits again. Are you interested in giving it a try? No matter the age , as long as you are strong enough, you will accept it.

"I'm not interested." Salazar replied, his eyes had already fixed on the hordes of vampires who got off from another plane.Unlike the lost one I saw at King's Cross Station before, there was nothing unusual about the dozen or so vampires. Except for the sharp canine teeth that were exposed at the corners of their mouths, they were almost the same as ordinary people, except that their appearance was more dazzling.

Ugh, the clothes are flashy too.

The corners of Salazar's mouth twitched as he looked at the row of clothes that were perfectly suitable for fashion week but definitely not suitable for everyday wear, always giving the illusion of broken views.

You know, he has seen quite a few blood clans in the past, which one is not a dignified aristocrat in a traditional dress?Besides, they like to fight and kill and dress up as thieves every day. There is really no one as "amazing" as these people.

But there is something even scarier.

"It seems that there are a lot of good things in this fair, even the blood princes are here."

Prince?Wouldn't that be equivalent to being at the holy level, about the same as his current strength?Salazar was still looking for the prince, but Dennis had already pointed to the beauty surrounded by the blood clan and introduced him: "Prince Exxon, the most famous money bag of the blood clan, his own property alone can support the entire blood clan It's working."

Exxon... Salazar said blankly: "Listening to the name, I thought he was a man."

"That's right. Oh, we're all used to it, Prince Exxon basically looks like this."

Salazar looked at Dennis's relaxed appearance, and almost wanted to grab him and shake him a few times—a habit?What are you used to?A man in women's clothing?Or his feather duster suit?Many evening dresses have feather decorations. Who has seen dense feathers?I just lost a few dollars in a fight, and my back is bald, right?

Just as I was watching, a group of strong men over two meters tall came down from the plane. They could be seen as werewolves from the hair all over their bodies. Dennis was still dubbing: "That's a werewolf. It looks like they are dressed in the United States. I heard that before The prince got into a fight with the natives there, and it was the local wolf who persuaded them to make peace. Well, it’s the one at the front, I don’t know what it’s called, it looks like it should be the prince’s new favorite.”

The new favorite... Salazar watched the two non-human beings who had obviously just fought affectionately walk out of the airport arm in arm, with a stiff face, and raised their legs and walked out.

Dennis also noticed that the acceptance of the person around him was not very good. While wondering which old-fashioned country he came from, he introduced the buildings on the roadside in an orderly manner.The entire trade fair is divided into four areas, which can be distinguished just by looking at the architectural style, so it's hard for this guy to say so much.

Before they knew it, the two of them had been shopping for a long time. They were not tired, but they were already hungry enough.At this time, the two happened to be in the Asian area, and they were surrounded by bigu cultivators. They walked three streets and saw no place selling food. Dennis had already started to wail: "I knew, I must not stay too long in the Asian area." For a long time, this is good. Solan, let's go quickly, I heard that the hotel here doesn't even have a bed, just two round cushions for people to sit on."

"That's a quiet room." Although it was only one afternoon, Salazar was already more familiar with this place than Dennis. "Who told them to draw energy from heaven and earth? Sometimes bigu is very convenient."

"How many delicacies will be missed..." Dennis almost cried bitterly.

That's right, this guy is a foodie at all. He once emptied a restaurant's inventory by relying on supernatural beings to supplement energy with food, and he had to be cleaned up by Trico's people, otherwise the restaurant owner would have been scared crazy.

It was the same this time. The two found a restaurant in the European area. Salazar ate quite normally, but Dennis emptied most of the store's inventory, and was almost kicked out by the boss.

The setting sun was gradually setting, and when the light dimmed to a certain critical point, Salazar sensitively sensed a gentle power fluctuation.As that force swept across the entire island, the island was shrouded in light again, making it impossible to tell that it was already evening.

"Solan, are you interested in participating in the secret sale? All the good things are here."

Salazar rubbed his fingertips and smiled: "Maybe you can choose a store for me? I happen to have some small things to sell here."

Dennis' eyes lit up immediately.Why did he hold on to this person?Isn't it a defensive jewelry that still has enough power to knock down two people on the plane?Now is not a prosperous period for special powers, alchemy, the most skill-testing skill, can be mastered by only a few people.Now that he has discovered a supernatural person with alchemy talent, is he still the Eagle King if he doesn't get it as soon as possible?

Salazar didn't expect that this ordinary-looking boy was also an odd number among the supernatural beings.Not to mention his strength, his eyes can dig a lot of talents for Triko, and he can be regarded as a non-staff member of the government.

It's troublesome to be watched, but it's good to have someone on top.It didn't take long for him to get a bunch of more than ten special boxes.

The boxes are all transparent, put the goods in and seal the opening, and a simple test result will appear on the side wall.Put the box on the shelf in the dark sale street, and if someone takes a fancy to it, they will naturally offer a price.Of course, if the sealing method is not enough, if someone opens the box and takes away the goods, you can't blame others-the box's built-in defense function can't stop it a few times.

After a little deliberation, Salazar took out a whole set of jewelry and put it in the largest box, leaving the set with a brooch untouched.He also wanted to sell two more magic circles that assisted in alchemy, but Dennis had already firmly grasped his wrists.

"This is... a complete set?" Dennis easily took the jewelry into his hands before sealing it, and after trying it on, it turned out that there was a connection between each piece, and wearing one more was enough to double the power. Flipping, "There are countless sets of defensive jewelry in history, and I can be sure that there is no such set. Is this made by you?"

"What's the problem?" Salazar blinked and smiled, "You don't know, but it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't know. It just so happens that my family is extraordinary in alchemy."

"That's impossible! The best alchemist in Europe is the British Mr. Mailer, and he doesn't have any descendants!" Dennis categorically retorted.

"Then, there is no similar elsewhere?"

Dennis is still not sure whether to reveal the secret information, someone has already made a choice for him: "Only the East has some clues, but they only know that they need spiritual consciousness, and no one has been able to make a finished product in the past 500 years."

The author has something to say: there is no update... To be honest, there are not many homework, but the English teacher asked me to recite the text, and the author of English scum is dying...

☆, Salazar who finally had space

The one who spoke was before flying