the same time period.

Walking Street, Wandering Bar, the first trading room on the second floor.

The time for the offer for the 'wreckage' has long since ended, and the wandering wizard has just announced the identity of the winning bidder, which is the number plate held by Colmar.

This result did not surprise most wizards, but it also made one wizard unbelievable.

"There's no way anyone can outbid me!" the hunchbacked wizard stood up abruptly, and roared angrily in a hoarse voice, "The amount of jade I quoted you is enough to buy a dragon!"

This is, of course, an exaggeration, and for wizards, most of the words associated with dragons are exaggerated adjectives. But from another point of view, it does show that the offer of the hunchback wizard is very high.

The wandering wizard didn't care, and smiled kindly at the strange wizard: "For wizards, jade coins don't mean everything. Magic is the world's most reliable hard currency. ”

After seeing off the disgruntled guests, the wandering wizard returned to the room, and Colmar had not yet left. It's just that she has taken off the white mask on her face, revealing a delicate face.

"You're the most daring young witch I've ever seen. The wandering wizard complimented, his tone full of appreciation: "Even among the boys of the First University, there are very few wizards who dare to take off their masks in this room and look me in the eye. ”

"That's because they're too subclass. Colmar completely lost his previous aggressiveness, and his tone revealed a bit of laziness: "If they had also completed the ritual of registering wizards before the third year, they would not have been so cautious. ”

"Registered wizards and grand wizards are two levels. The wandering wizard kindly reminded.

"A twenty-year-old registered wizard is on the same level as a hundred-year-old great wizard. The witch's reply showed a hint of sharpness. The owner of the bar couldn't help but smile on his face.

"It's nice to be young, always so fearless. He took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, as if moved by the witch's words: "You remind me of many of my former friends...... They were all very young, and they had come far, far on the path of wizards, and their fearless figures always reminded me. ”

The wandering wizard used the past tense for example, and the clever witch easily understood the meaning behind the old wizard's words. Being overconfident isn't necessarily a good thing, and keeping a low profile is the key to living a long life.

This is a very controversial topic, and it is difficult to say which attitude of enterprising or old-fashioned will support wizards to go further on the path of magic, and people can always find their arguments in the vast history.

The witch is not going to argue with the wandering wizard about this topic here, either.

Rather than wasting time meaninglessly, she cares more about practical interests.

"Reminders are always necessary," the witch said, her tone sharpening a bit, "If you could have warned me beforehand that these 'wreckage' are completely rotten, I think I would have been more cautious about making an offer." ”

She was talking about the wreckage of the descendants of Satogua, who had just been delivered.

Due to the credibility of the wandering wizard and the preciousness of the wreckage, no guest had the opportunity to directly touch the status of the 'wreckage' until the transaction was completed, which led to a slight deviation between the actual and the expected.

The witch knew about the terrible situation the moment she touched the 'wreckage'.

The remains of the descendants of Satogua were lost for some reason, and not many of the meridians connecting the wreckage survived. The witch only poked with her fingertips, and the wreckage was poked out of a large hole like a piece of rotten wood.

This shocked and made her angry.

"You're a fraud!" Colmar touched her slanted ponytail, her mouth pursed tightly.

"If the wreckage is intact, how can the Alliance or the school allow it to be left out?" the wandering wizard replied, "It is because it has lost many terrible characteristics that it is in this private room...... But for you, this wreckage is enough to use. That's why in the end I chose you over the dragon's wealth. ”

As he spoke, the old wizard had already walked back to the bar, took out a rag and began to wash and wipe the wine glasses and utensils that had just been used.

"You know what I'm going to do?" Colma's pupils narrowed.

"I often sit with the rat fairy and drink tea. The wandering wizard tugged at the brim of his hat, looking polite. This answer reassured the witch a little.

She didn't believe in the wandering wizard, but she was willing to believe in the big mouse.

"Listen to what you just meant...... Do you know what the hunchbacked wizard wants this wreckage for?" Colmar was keenly aware of the meaning of the wandering wizard's words.

The old wizard slowly wiped his glass and pouted, "So, I hate dealing with you smart young men...... I always like to get to the bottom of it, and my brain is still spinning fast. But since this matter has something to do with your rat immortal, I don't mind telling you about it. The hunchbacked wizard wanted to use the remains to refine the Philosopher's Stone...... This saves many, many lives. ”

The witch gasped, and she regretted her curiosity a little.

"You don't need to feel guilty," the wandering wizard seemed to understand every bit of the witch's psychological fluctuations at the moment, and explained very kindly, "Refining the Philosopher's Stone requires highly active flesh and blood, and the vitality on this wreck has almost been lost...... It's okay to use to complete your magic circle...... I don't want to sell the wrong product to the wrong customer and get hit by a bunch of ruthless people. This is a great damage to the credibility of the wandering bar. ”

"My magic circle also needs highly active remains. The witch reminded in a stiff tone.

"It's enough to soak in the blood rich in spirit, and it's a waste to use the full version of the wreckage. The wandering wizard waved his hand casually: "I believe that with your prudence, while buying this wreckage, you must have prepared a backup plan...... No matter what blood you have prepared, it will be enough to soak the wreckage. ”

The witch sighed slightly.

Every word of the old wizard in front of her put a huge pressure on her, and he seemed to know everything. This made the witch feel a little frustrated.

But her mind turned, and her eyes moved a little more.

"Do you think what I want to do will succeed?" she asked tentatively.

The wandering wizard finally put down the wine glass he was wiping, looked straight at the witch, and after a while, replied softly, "I can't have more say in this matter than you. But my long career as a wizard has taught me that any exchange, is equivalent. Without sacrifice, the revolution will not succeed. ”

There was not a trace of fluctuation in the witch's eyes.

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