"No, that guy should have been kept as a pet or war pet by an extremely powerful being." Mark concealed the information about the big crab and focused on the description of the seal chain.
The old dean himself was probably writing and drawing in his office, listening and deducing the imprisonment situation of that person.
She had a weird look on her face: "Twelve levels of soul branding... suppressing evil... prohibiting reproduction... prohibiting the leakage of spiritual power... Hiss, that guy is really miserable. It feels like he has become a watchdog, and his master will pull him out for a while if nothing happens.
Circle, and occasionally beat up the blind guy."
After Mark heard this, he couldn't help but mourn for Mr. Crab. He could clearly feel the power of this evil crab god, but he was also too miserable.
Mark asked: "Then, can we estimate the camp of this owner?"
The old dean held his chin and thought for a long time.
"Lawful neutral or lawful evil, the probability of the former is higher. This kind of unscrupulous oppression of evil gods is unlikely to be the work of lawful good strong men with an explosive sense of justice. They are more inclined to kill them when they cannot
The evil god was sealed when he became the evil god. The only thing that is certain is that this evil god has been put away. Your judgment this time is correct. Using the power of this person, the risk should not be high. Unless the owner of the evil god hates you.
Already."
Mark shuddered: "I'm just going to get some snacks for that guy. If I don't touch its seal, it should be fine."
The old dean smiled bitterly: "In the world of occultism, there is never such a thing as 100% safety."
"That's all."
"I can help you arrange the spiritual summoning circle and its materials. I can also give you a secret seal spell to filter the soul impurities more cleanly. But you have to pay attention, the soul residue cannot be discharged randomly. If it pollutes other houses,
His spiritual veins, this will be a very hateful event."
Margaret gave an address, which was in the city not far from the secretariat.
Finally, she ordered: "Yes, you haven't killed too many A-level demons or A-level strong men, have you?"
"Um?"
"Be careful, and try not to conflict with strong men from other families recently. If your record is too good, you may be forced to be involved in the latest spiritual tide [Blood Moon Baptism]. Even for a young talent like you,
That said, it is also an inner world that is at least S-level."
"Wait! Teacher, please elaborate."
Margaret explained, and Mark turned pale on the spot.
Too bad.
There is a high probability that the Church of Light and Night covered up the incident on the train and in Tiago's workshop. Margaret, who lacked intelligence, thought that Mark had killed a centipede at most.
Mark calculated with his fingers, he definitely exceeded the standard!
It turns out that the chance of falling into a trap is high enough, but isn’t this a 100% chance of falling into a trap?
This is the price he pays for using the Destiny Dice.
Seeing his disciple's reaction, how could the experienced dean not know?
"You...you are too outrageous."
"Teacher, I don't want to either."
She didn't know how to say that he was better, so she could only comfort him: "Alas! [Blood Moon Baptism] and [Book of Nether Sea] are actually about the same degree of danger. The difference is that [Book of Nether Sea] has some mental protection and
The soul is blocked, and at most it will be polluted in reverse. The threat of [Blood Moon Baptism] is more direct, and you will probably have to contend with some powerful demons face to face. Of course, there are also invisible threats posed by other trialists."
Mark was left speechless.
This is probably the saying "good fortune comes in two ways, misfortune never comes alone"!
No matter good or bad, his treatment is top-notch.
The only good news is that that's next month.
"Let's do this for now. If you chat for too long, those old guys will doubt your identity."
"good."
After seeing off the cheap teacher, Mark first emptied his mind and let himself enter a salty state. After a while, he began to think about the next way.
Mark did not rely entirely on Dean Margaret. Next, he 'formed a deep friendship' with the two masters. He did not trade directly, but only exchanged two different pieces of information for the [Book of Nether Sea].
Some mysterious points.
For example, when you open a book, you can use powerful extraordinary objects to carry it, without affecting the harvest inside.
For another example, props that conceal the aura will effectively reduce the number of entrants who become the target of public criticism in the first place.
It is not that there have been no successful ones before, but most of them have been imprinted on their souls, and many of the contents cannot even be hinted at.
Mark's saucy operation is undoubtedly... destined to push more people into the pit of fire.
It's not his fault. Anyway, thousands of people have jumped into the pit before him, and it's not unusual for thousands more to come after him.
After bidding farewell to Curator Justin, Mark went out in a low-key manner, first returning to the [Mechanical Ascension]. At night, using the power of Miss Bison, he walked around the city and came to a clean and tidy strange street.
Alley.
People were coming and going on the road, but no one noticed Mark turning into an alley.
At the entrance of the alley, several vendors setting up stalls leaned against the non-existent air wall. The feeling was strange, a bit like a bear rubbing against a tree.
It was clear that Mark passed through them, but their eyes were sometimes blank and sometimes they ignored Mark's existence.
A wonderful mysterious force field secretly changes the common sense of ordinary people around him.
Walking on the cobblestone road, someone disguised as a Victorian gentleman gently pushed open the glass door of the shop.
He noticed that the plaque on the door said "There is always what you want".
Mark couldn't help but smile.
As soon as the glass door opened, the bell on the doorframe made a crisp sound.
On the counter filled with messy things, an old man drooled from his nap, looking like he suddenly woke up. He wiped his saliva and said in a panic: "Welcome."
But all he saw was a pillar-like mist, and he suddenly panicked.
Mark didn't mind, but instead focused his attention on a gray-black raccoon pig slumped on a cardboard box.
Oh, the 18-pound fat cat is about to become a pig.
Mark stroked the big fat cat familiarly: "I don't mean any harm, I was just introduced here. I'm looking for your store manager."
The old man had a strange look on his face: "Store manager...he is in your hands."
mark:???
Mark twisted the back of the big fat cat's neck and lifted the cat up. Sure enough, he saw the cat's eyes widening, with disgust written all over his face.
The cat's mouth opened, revealing four pointed cat teeth, and it said: "Your new customer discount has been cancelled."
"Are you sure?" Mark smirked and let go of his hand, secretly letting out some of the breath he had just absorbed in the "Book of Nether Sea".
The manager of the Cihuamao store was a bachelor, so he lay down on the counter, showing off his white belly with a heroic attitude.
"Come on! ravage me—don't pity me because I'm a delicate flower."
"..." This time, Mark was really troubled by this weird cat.
"Ahem!" The cat store manager licked his paws: "Hello, now I would like to introduce myself seriously. I am Kate, the store manager of this store! A cat demon from another world. To you humans
, it’s okay to call me a strange demon.”
"I was introduced by Madame Marguerite Andour."
The cat's yellow eyes looked him up and down: "Please come with me."
In front of Mark, the wall to the left of the entrance moved. Every hanging on it, every red brick, was twisting inward. The thick double-layer brick wall was like a rolling curtain, silently.
The rest area opens to the left and right.
The big fat cat Kate made a very graceful pounce posture, perfectly stretching her body in mid-air. Then the cat lost her front paws and did a forward somersault. Her body suddenly made a C shape, and the fat cat's butt was smashed.
It reached my own head and smashed me into pieces.
Getting up from the ground in a panic, the big fat cat was furious: "Don't laugh! Otherwise, the price of anything you buy from me will be increased by 10%!"
Mark...it's very hard to endure.
Miss Bison, who was possessed by him, was very unruly and laughed wildly in her soul circuit "hahaha".
Following the squirming big fat cat, he followed the downward stairs exposed behind the door to a small basement. Mark saw a delicate magic circle placed on the table. The entire magic circle was carved on a two-diameter diameter
There are rice on the round table. In addition, there are several large mahogany boxes placed next to it.
"Everything is here. Since it was Little Margaret's order, one-third of the materials were obtained through secret channels, and the magic circle was left behind by an unlucky guy before." Fat Cat collapsed on the ground, not knowing where he came from.
He took out a water bong and put catnip into it with his plump paws while talking.
"What happened to the unfortunate guy?"
"Fifty years ago, a Cardinal of Light was eager to resurrect his dead son. As a result, a [jealous] big devil came out disguised as his son and ate the old man and his guarding knight until only one toe was left.
." The fat cat took a sip of catnip happily and showed an intoxicated expression.
Mark was silent.
"Originally, she almost used this thing for herself. Promise me, young man. Apart from her son, you are the first young man who can let little Margaret take care of this job. Don't let it go! Reliance
This thing, even if you are lucky enough to succeed a few times, either you will not be wronged in the future, or you will become [greedy] yourself."
"I will be cautious." Mark couldn't help but sigh, his gambling temperament was also a bit serious.
If he could come back from that damn baptism this time, he would really have to calm down and lay a solid foundation.
Sha Mao pressed a mechanism, and the huge magic circle folded up as easily as if it were an umbrella, turning into a small box half a meter long and wide.
Saying goodbye to Fat Cat, Mark returned to his water mobile base.
