Under the dim street lights, I saw that there were food stalls on the sidewalk next to the college gate, and then I felt that I was still a little hungry.
There were only a few embers left under the charcoal under the grill, and the iron plate was filled with tender meat patties. Suldak usually missed the college cafeteria, and occasionally came here to buy two meat patties for dinner. The meat patties here
Each portion costs only fifteen copper coins, a large piece of soft and juicy minced meat, served with a piece of white bread and some onion rings, and is full of the taste of Western fast food in my memory.
Many trainee knights of the Knight Academy are accustomed to running to the entrance of the academy at midnight to buy a meat pie for dinner. When Suldak came over, there were not many meat pies left on the stall.
Suldak asked the stall owner to put three meat patties and some burnt onion rings in a paper bag, and returned to the college dormitory with the warm food.
The snow inside the Knight Academy is neatly piled up into low snow walls on both sides of the road, and there are trainee knights running at night on the playground at night.
Surdak ran to the third floor along the 'Z' shaped stairs and saw that the wall lamp in the corridor at the end of the corridor was still on.
At this time, he was not so anxious. He tried his best to calm down his breathing. He held the paper bag in his hand and walked steadily to the door of the dormitory. He gently pushed the door open and saw Natasha sitting in front of the desk, supporting it with one hand.
He lowered his chin and stared at the glass window in silence.
Hearing the sound of the door being opened, Natasha turned around and looked at the door, and found Suldak standing at the door. The surprise on her face suddenly turned into a gentle smile.
"Didn't you say you might not be able to make it back tonight?" Natasha asked with a smile.
The room was a little cold, so Natasha wore a wool vest over her long linen skirt. She walked quickly to the door, took the warm paper bag from Suldak's hand, and placed it on the desk opposite the window sill.
I was worried that the warm paper bag would get cold, so I carefully wrapped it in a towel.
Then she walked up behind Surdak and helped him take off the Salamander Pitje and hung it on the wooden frame beside the wall. The leather armor had a lot of scratches after the battle, and there were more scratches on the back.
There are large burn marks.
Natasha bit her lip, staring at the blackened leather armor, and remained silent.
Surdak hugged her voluptuous waist from behind. There was a distinct waistline on her lower abdomen, and the skin here was firm and elastic.
Suldak rested his chin on her soft shoulder and comforted Natasha: "Although the process was a little bumpy, after the matter was resolved, there was no delay. Why didn't you rest so late?"
Natasha turned around and hooked her arms around Suldak's neck. Her body exuded a faint scent of soap, and she looked at Suldak bravely with a pair of big, watery eyes, showing some fascination and admiration in her eyes.
, his face turned red and he whispered to Suldak: "I can't sleep a little bit."
Seeing three simple smiling faces painted on the glass window, Suldak smiled and asked Natasha: "What's wrong? Are you homesick? Do you miss little Peter?"
"Um!"
Natasha snorted softly, raised her face, and brought her soft and moist lips to Suldak's mouth.
Suldak said: "I believe that in a few days, the road to Wall Village will be opened. At that time, I will send you and Charlie back to Wall Village."
Natasha twisted in Suldak's arms...
On a cold night, the north wind whistled outside the window, but it was not that cold in the dormitory.
…
Pushing Natasha's snow-white arm aside, Surdak climbed out of bed as usual in the early morning, walked to the terrace, took out the dwarf chain shield and the craftsman's sword to practice the most basic shield strikes and sword swings. He silently led
The sacred breath in the body flows along the path of the power halo, a light blue halo appears again under the feet, and a steady stream of power rises from under the feet.
This time, the sacred aura flows through the body much more smoothly than before. He feels that the aura of power under his feet seems to be spreading outwards, almost covering an area of about one meter in diameter under his feet. Surdak curiously takes a step forward.
, the area covered by the halo actually shifted as it moved.
The door to the terrace next door was suddenly pushed open, and Lina, wearing a set of bear-style cotton pajamas, suddenly jumped out and greeted Suldak with a smile.
But the next moment, she saw the light blue halo under Surdak's feet, her eyes were filled with disbelief, and she asked Surdak: "Knight Surdak, this is the 'halo of power'"
?You...you actually mastered the aura of power?"
Surdak rubbed his forehead with his hand and said to Lina: "Every one-turn knight has to reach this point, right?"
"How is it possible..." Lina curled her lips and immediately denied Surdak's statement, saying: "Knights who have mastered the 'Halo' have a great chance of joining the Constructed Knights. I heard that in the Knight Academy
, only the three instructors in the fourth grade have mastered this knight skill, and with this aura of power, Surdak can crush most of the instructors in the academy."
Surdak didn't know much about the knight's combat profession, so he didn't have anything to say for a while.
But Lina grabbed the railing between the terraces with both hands and asked loudly to the dormitory: "Is sister Natasha awake? We want to invite her to the cafeteria for breakfast."
"Come right away!"
Natasha pushed open the terrace door, looked out at Lina and answered.
…
After the swing training, Suldak recently felt that this kind of intensity exercise did not seem to have much effect other than increasing muscle memory.
During the morning period, it is easier for the sacred breath circulating in the body to light up those nodes than at other times. Among the stars in the sky in the sea of spiritual consciousness, there are already nearly a hundred lit stars. These stars are connected together to form a force.
The magic pattern of the halo, so he planned to add the practice of circulating the sacred breath every morning.
Thinking of yesterday's harvest in Fornak Manor before he had time to count it, Surdak immediately returned to the room and picked up a magic waist bag from the wooden frame hanging the leather armor. This was already Surdak's third day of magic.
It’s a waist bag, but it’s a pity that this magic waist bag cannot be put into the magic waist bag, otherwise it would be more convenient to carry.
It is said that the consequences of forcibly doing so will completely destroy the extra-dimensional space in the magic pocket.
He began to count the inheritance left by the black magician Marion. Unlike the black magician Cyrus.\nHickok, Marion's magic waist bag did not contain magic herbs, and even only two bottles of magic potions. There were only two bottles of magic potions in the magic backpack.
Most of the items are some special magic pattern leather and magic scrolls, another pocket of magic crystals and a magic notebook.
Surdak first picked the simplest thing to count, took the bag full of magic crystals, and poured all the colorful magic crystals inside on the table. These hexagonal magic crystals were all standard.
Surdak carefully counted the types of currency in circulation and found that there were thirty-seven magic crystals in total, not counting a dozen magic crystal fragments.
Feeling that the Cyrus.\nHickok's magic notebook beside him was shaking constantly. Suldak casually put the magic notebook on the table and turned the page to the last page. Celia was in the page.
Cooper grasped the iron railings in the pages of the book with both hands, showing a shocked look. She asked Suldak in disbelief: "Are these the inventory of that stereotypical woman Marion? I've heard about that woman a long time ago.
He is the richest among us magicians. It seems that this is true..."
At this time, her eyes were not looking at the magic crystals scattered on the table, but at the magic pattern leather piled together like tattered rags, her eyes showing envy.
Surdak placed a piece of black-patterned magic skin on the table and spread it out. This piece of magic skin was only as big as the pages of a magic book. The edges of the magic skin were not neat, but the magic patterns on the magic skin were
But it was quite well preserved, and the entire magic pattern was only the size of a palm at best. Suldak curiously asked Celia Cooper: "Are these black magic skins valuable?"
"Of course!" Celia Cooper said without hesitation, and then asked: "Why... do you know these magic pattern leathers?"
Suldak scratched his head. In fact, he did not recognize these magic-patterned leathers, so he said truthfully: "When evil spirits fight on the Warsaw plane, these evil spirits with magic patterns are often peeled off from the bodies of the evil spirits who died in battle."
Tattooed devil skin."
Celia Cooper on the page of the book made a very disgusted expression and said: "These magic pattern leathers are not the original devil skins. These are magic beast leathers with complete magic patterns. It is estimated that each piece is
At least it can be exchanged for a few magic crystals, but there are not many magicians in the Green Empire who are willing to buy this thing. The Green Empire is more about the inheritance of magic pattern construction, and many of them have life magic patterns.
Even if you show the magic skin to those magicians, they won't recognize it."
Surdak nodded quickly and said: "I understand! What you mean is... although these magic pattern leathers are valuable, they are of no use. No magician is willing to buy them."
"..."
Faced with Suldak's understanding, Celia Cooper had no way to refute.
He had no choice but to cast his gaze on the magic scrolls piled up on the desk, and said to Suldak: "These magic scrolls are also high-end goods. Most of them contain third-level magic, but more than half of them contain magic scrolls."
It's black magic. This kind of scroll can only be traded in the underground trading market, and you have to be extra careful. Once the mad dogs of the White Magic Union Law Enforcement Group target you, they don't care who you are!"
Surdak could feel the magical atmosphere contained in the scrolls, so he could roughly judge the magical properties of the scrolls. However, he was not sure of the true value of these magic scrolls. He did not expect that these magic scrolls were also hot potatoes.
At this time, I heard Celia Cooper complaining from the side:
"I really don't understand. Carrying so many high-level scrolls, I can actually be defeated by a knight like you. Marion has lived for so many years, and she has really lived like a dog."
Suldak thought for a while, attributed Marion's death to her negligence, and said with some uncertainty: "Maybe she was careless!"
In fact, the black magician Marion did not underestimate Surdak's strength at that time. She even used a precious magic scroll of 'Spiritual Whipping' for this purpose. However, she did not expect that the magical effect of 'Spiritual Whipping' would still be affected by Surdak.
Dak immunity.
Celia Cooper waved her hands repeatedly in the book and said: "Although Marion is a bit stingy, her fighting method is extremely rigid. No matter what magic she casts, she does it just like the textbook. Normally, she will not use the magic shield...
There are so many magic shield scrolls left, hey! People are already dead, why should I care about these!"
Surdak became more and more confused as to why the black magician signed a magical contract of equality and mutual assistance with him so easily. It was clear that the two of them were completely opposites and had no common language at all.
Suldak glanced at Celia Cooper suspiciously and tried to ask her: "Magic Celia Cooper, can you introduce these magic items to me?"
Unexpectedly, Celia Cooper readily agreed to this request. She looked around in the pages of the magic book, pointed at the scrolls and asked Suldak to take them one by one and place them in front of her.
After looking at it for a while, he pointed to some magic scrolls that Surdak placed on the left and said: "I'm afraid you won't be able to use these magic scrolls at all. They are general scrolls. You can just find them in any magic grocery store.
Sell all these magic scrolls, and those harvested from Cyrus.\nHickok should be able to exchange for a dozen magic crystals. As for these black magic scrolls here, they can still be sold.
Go, but be careful of the mages in the law enforcement group!"
Then she said to Suldak: "These black-striped magic skins, like those black magic scrolls, cannot be sold, unless you are not afraid of getting into trouble, or you hand them over to the Magic Guild, and you can probably exchange them for them."
There will be a certain amount of contribution reward, but a large part of it will definitely be deducted by the Magic Guild."
Surdak counted and found that there were a total of twenty-seven pieces of black-grained leather in Marion's magic waist bag.
After saying this, Celia Cooper turned her attention to the last two bottles of magic potion and a magic notebook, pointed at the two bottles of magic potion and said: "But you can keep these two bottles of magic potion.
One bottle is a weak troll potion, and the other is a lion's strength potion."
Surdak survived the Lion's Power potion, which is said to enhance a warrior's strength in a short period of time.
Then Celia Cooper said casually: "Although this magic notebook is precious, the knowledge recorded in it, according to my guess, should be some experience on magic pattern breeding clothing, which should be of little use to you unless
You want to study magic pattern breeding equipment!"
"Colonial clothing?"
Suldak was stunned for a moment, thinking that not only did the indigenous great wizard of the Warsaw plane tell him a lot about breeding clothing, but he also saw with his own eyes the great wizard implanting magic patterns on the indigenous hunters during the sacrificial ceremony.
Although the three indigenous hunters died in the end, they gained extraordinary power in a short period of time.
Thinking of this, Suldak asked Celia Cooper: "Are those magic pattern leathers prepared for the magic pattern breeding clothing?"
Celia Cooper stared at Suldak with her eyes widened and asked, "Do you still know anything about this?"
Suldak explained: "On the plane of Warsaw, in addition to being a shield warrior, I also work part-time as a skinner!"