The small actions among the young hunters of the Forgiveness Hunting Team did not escape the eyes of the banshee.
Different from before, this time, Nikita decided not to ignore these details anymore. She planned to use a simpler and more direct method to deal with the trouble in front of her - knocking out or killing the young people in front of her, and then leaving this land of right and wrong.
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But just as she lifted her fingers that were caressing the scales of the black dragon.
The little wizard with black-rimmed glasses across from him suddenly raised his hand.
Just like asking questions in class.
This aroused the banshee's curiosity.
"Excuse me," the little wizard seemed a little embarrassed and a little embarrassed, his voice was tight, but his words were still very polite: "Can I ask a question?"
Nikita likes politeness very much - whether it is out of fear or respect, whether it is a greeting between diners or a greeting from food to diners.
Politeness is politeness.
"Mr. Wise?" The banshee still clearly remembered the wise behavior of the little wizard when she appeared on last year's special admission flight, so she had some expectations for him: "What's the problem?"
"Can you tell fortunes?"
The banshee raised her fingers and hung them in the air, hesitated for half a second, and then showed a reserved smile on her face: "Just so so. When I was studying at First University, my average evaluation in the divination class was A+."
An A+ evaluation means that the divination class assessment score is above 90%. Even in Jiuyou Academy, this score is among the top 10% of the grade.
"Wow, that's really amazing." Xiao Xiao complimented and continued to ask: "Then, do you know what is the most accurate sentence that all fortune tellers can predict?"
Nikita raised her eyebrows.
"What?" She didn't hide the curiosity on her face.
"The most accurate thing a wizard can predict is that 'things in the world are unpredictable'," Xiao Xiao adjusted his glasses and sighed with emotion, then looked around and looked at his companions who were ready, 'pop'
He closed the Dharma book in his hand and said, "What are you waiting for?"
The moment he closed the Dharma book, Nikita knew that he was stalling for time, and his fingers that had been hanging in the air pressed heavily on the scales of the three black dragons.
hold head high!!!
The three ferocious heads of the black dragon howled in unison, spitting out a hurricane of fishy odor mixed with venom and saliva, sweeping the entire hall.
Meow!!
Almost at the same moment, dozens of edamame jumped out of the void, roaring, and biting fiercely at the black dragon's neck, eyes, cheeks, beard horns and many other sensitive parts.
Being blocked by this dusty little thing, the black dragon paused for a moment.
With this moment of pause, Fatty Xin quickly took out a few glass bottles from his watch and smashed them into the empty space between the Sin Hunting Team and the Black Dragon.
A thick green smoke spread quickly, obscuring the banshee's sight.
The last scene she saw was the young witch stuffing a white pill into Zheng Qing's mouth. This alertness made both the banshee and the three black dragons subconsciously avoid the dangerous-looking smoke.
"Get 'em!"
The banshee's fingers pressed heavily on the black dragon's scales again, and she looked around with vigilant eyes: "Don't let them run away!"
Having said that, she and Wu Mian covered themselves with several layers of heavy defensive magic, fearing that another fatal rune bomb would fly out of the smoke - even if this possibility was very low.
The black dragon roared angrily, and swung its thick tail hard, hitting the gray-skinned dogs accurately and fiercely. Those gray figures were like bubbles, 'pop-pop' in mid-air.
It exploded, turned into wisps of light smoke, and dissipated.
It was like a punch punched in the air.
The black dragon was stunned.
When it came back to its senses, the green smoke that filled the area had been dispersed by the two banshees. On the other side of the smoke, the young wizards and the gray dog had also disappeared without a trace.
"They can't run away!"
Zhu Zhu finally jumped down from the chair, skillfully pulled out the three shivering Zugos hiding in the shadows from under a table, and confidently said to Nikita: "In the dreamland, there is nothing like these.
Little ones are better at escaping...they are the experts at escaping."
Under the scarlet gaze of the banshee, the three old ancestors only reacted for less than a second, and then they rushed over and slapped their bony chests vigorously, indicating that tracking such a trivial matter was definitely not a problem, and so on.
"Before that, there are still some small problems that need to be solved." A sharp and harsh sound, like the opening and closing of a rusty door suddenly sounded at the door of the tavern: "You need to explain your purpose of coming and compensate Menis' cat.
The Cat Tavern suffered a corresponding loss.”
The eyes of the two banshees fell on the owner of that voice.
It was an old and scary looking cat.
It has a pair of large eyes with dark pupils that occupy almost a quarter of its face. Its skin is pale and covered with scars and wrinkles.
The old cat was leaning on a crutch that looked like a dead branch, standing between the sun and shadow at the broken butterfly door of the tavern.
"Who are you?" The little banshee glared at the old cat unceremoniously, as if she wanted to compare with the cat whose eyes were bigger.
"Attendant of the Temple of Uzzah." The old cat answered in his ugly voice, holding on to his crutch.
The three ancestors each turned around uneasily and nervously and glanced at the banshee.
For the Zuge tribes in the Enchanted Forest, the temples in the city of Uzzah are more prestigious than the tall stone monuments erected around their villages. Although they do not have the courage to resist the banshee's orders, they also do not have the courage to refuse Uzzah.
Temple requirements.
"Who are we to answer your question?" The little witch replied with a bad tone and an arrogant attitude: "We are subordinates of the Siren King, not believers in your temple."
"Because this is the city of Ussa." The old cat clicked the wooden stick in his hand, and several invisible ripples centered on it and rippled in all directions, vaguely corresponding to the breathing of the city.
Nikita frowned slightly.
She is not afraid of the silent protest from the Uzza Temple, nor is she worried about what the legendary temple elder will do to them. The only thing that worries her is that if there is a conflict with the temple here, what will happen to them?
There's nothing good about her.
Conflict will waste time and cause harm to the temple of Uzzah.
If there is no conflict, it will only be a waste of time.
It only took a few seconds for the banshee to make her final decision.
"The rest of the work will be left to you," she ordered each of the ancestors: "After handling the matters here, leave the city immediately. We will wait for you outside the city."
This chapter has been completed!