Cangye's hand that had just been raised was immediately lowered again.

Nightsong had managed to catch Lilith, and turning her back to herself was not a trusting move, her legs tense and half-squatting posture were the prelude to wanting to turn around and shoot.

A deal that has not yet reached consensus is unlikely to make the counterparty let their guard down.

It's a pity that if the eavesdropper didn't have such a waste, the night with such a big news could take the opportunity to sneak up and kill Nightsong, and after all, cooperating with the witch organization that everyone shouts at is like discussing with the tiger how to skin it.

"Come here, little one."

With a wave of his hand, Lilith knocked her to the ground, and the girl's fragile caster made the girl faint on the spot.

One hand imprisoned Lilith, Night Song slowly turned around, and the other hand held a wand at some point, looking at the night with a smile on his face:

"It's dangerous, Lord Frankenstein."

Cang Ye was just about to say something, but suddenly, his gaze suddenly froze at the feet of Night Song.

A crystal ball rolls down from Lilith's side, and countless frames of influence flashes inside, which is the scene of his own transaction with Nightsong.

This little girl not only failed to show any value, but also dragged the night into the water.

Playing with the crystal ball, Ye Ge looked at the night with a strange expression, and his voice was unprecedentedly charming and delicate:

"Lord Frankenstein, I wonder if you have decided to take this deal?"

The handle is in the hands of people, and they can't help but disobey themselves.

"Do I have a choice?"

There is no room for bargaining, and no one will be able to show a good face in a deal where there is only one side of the profit.

With a laugh, Nightsong tossed a palm-sized stone tablet to Night, carved with the head of a demon with huge horns.

"The deal is complete, and I will use this contact in the future, and I will be the cute little brother of Shelley, who is favored by Lord Twilight."

From her words, the night reads pride and complacency, as well as a faint disdain.

"Wait......"

Cangye pretended to be unwilling and shouted:

"I want to know, why did you ask me to cooperate?"

Night Song laughed:

"Brother Shelley, remember, it's not a cooperation, it's a deal, and as for why I found you, I guess Twilight-sama has already given you the answer you wanted."

The witch?

Night's eyes froze, and it turned out that telling himself about the so-called Mistia's trail was to prepare for this unfair deal.

No longer obsessed with the question, the night turned and left.

Today's overnight harvest was not ordinary, and the witch organization's plan for the Black Knife had been prepared for several years. The appearance of the Star Gate opened the door for them, and maybe even the Death Sect that attacked the Fortress of Polo was attracted by the 'Son of the Demon God'.

So what kind of benefits can you make in this foreseeable upheaval?

……

Night's duel with Rafs was just a minor episode at this banquet.

The dinner was still going on happily.

Unlike the boring salons of ordinary aristocrats, social events held by spellcasters are a rare opportunity for intellectual exchange.

Every spellcaster who can step into the caster's world is a knowledgeable scholar in his own right, and there are even many mages who work part-time as a mystical scholar (first order) as a pure academic career.

Occult techniques, alchemy, enchantments, model experiments, and occult puzzles were all major topics of discussion, and there were even many people trading magic items in the corners of the halls, or issuing commissions for hire and recruiting assistants, apprentices, or test subjects.

As a well-mannered Mage Quan's genius, Cangye was naturally able to blend in with any circle in the hall.

His own database also stores a huge amount of occult knowledge, and it is easy to gain the admiration of others by virtue of his elegant speech and demeanor, and they treat him as if he were a senior.

In the world of spellcasters, it is not based on age, but on knowledge or magical attainments.

Through the means of academic exchange, Cangye selects a few things from the accumulation of knowledge that he can't apply to exchange valuable knowledge or information from others, and several of them are about the release of super magic skills, which can be directly loaded into skills for use with just a bit of data processing.

This is the salon event in the caster's world, and every academic exchange is a mutually beneficial and win-win situation.

The banquet lasted until the early hours of the morning, and the night entered the lord's castle under the leadership of Xue Man.

In a room decorated with extravagant and expensive works of art, Dmitry White Ivory, Lord of the Bolo Castle, once again receives Shelley Frankenstein.

"Father, Brother Shelley is here."

After Xue Man brought Cangye to the room, he carried his skirt and gave a standard farewell salute before leaving.

Cangye pretended to inadvertently glance at the back of Xue Man's departure, this is a girl whose heart is far from being naïve on the outside, as the daughter of a lord, she does not have the willfulness of the eldest lady of an ordinary noble family, and at the same time, she does not have the character of gentleness and kindness.

It wasn't easy in any way, and as his father, Dmitry White Ivory didn't look like a fat nouveau riche with a penchant for luxury.

"Greetings to Shelley Frankenstein, venerable ruler of Fort Polo!"

"Haha, I don't have to be so polite, I'll feel ashamed."

Lord Medder burst out laughing, his words as disgustingly hypocritical as his smile.

"Mr. Frankenstein, I don't know what can be of service to you?"

Cangye also smiled hypocritically:

"Yes, my lord, the purpose of my trip is to ask for something like you."

Sensing the abnormality in Night's speech, Lord Med's eyes narrowed slightly:

"I wonder what Mr. Frankenstein wants?"

"My lord, it is your soul chain armament, a black knife made of the black prison knife demon thorn as the main material......"

Dmide's face changed completely at this moment.

……

After changing seven or eight identities in a row on the road, turning a dozen streets, Nightsong led Lilith to the entrance to a dark, damp street.

Further on is the site of the slums.

Countless impoverished professionals, ordinary people without any combat effectiveness, and old people who closed their eyes and waited for death all gathered here. The whole street emitted an indescribable stench, and the ground was littered with garbage, mud and feces, and the street was filled with a disgusting smell at all times.

Night Song calmly walked through the street, and in the dilapidated houses on both sides, all the vigilant and greedy eyes were focused on this extremely feminine carcass.

Lilith was awakened by the disgusting stench, and opened her bewildered eyes, and what she saw made her scream.

Yege said coldly:

"If you scream, I'll throw you to them."

Looking at the pair of wolf-like eyes, Lilith whimpered and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hands.

Dragging Lilith, Nightsong came to the very end of the street.