The Dark King

"Go, come back in three days." The devil mask woman put away the information and chased away the three.

Several people left the room, and the nightingale stared at Du Dean. The eyes behind the owl mask flashed, saying: "Congratulations, you can pass the first application, and now you are also an official alchemist."

"Congratulations," Jin Jia smiled next to him.

Rose blinked, curiously saying: "What alchemy did you submit, could it be called'special'?"

Du Dian smiled slightly and said, "It's just ordinary alchemy."

Seeing Du Di'an unwilling to make it clear, Rose didn't ask any more.

Nightingale said to Du Dean: "Will you be free later, I will take you to see the rat, if he knows that you have become an official alchemist, it is estimated to cure his lazy disease."

Du Dean thought about it and shook his head: "No, I have other things to do. I'll go again someday."

"Also." The nightingale nodded.

The nightingale did not mean to leave here immediately. They wandered in front of the shops around the square, and occasionally saw rare alchemy materials that were difficult to meet outside, and they bought a little.

While Du Di'an was walking with several people, he also noticed that not only the alchemist was traveling in this dark church branch, but also another extremely evil profession, the magician.

If the alchemist is equivalent to the scientist of the old age, then the potionist is a group of lunatics who are interested in the development of various toxin potions. They are even more crazy than the alchemists of the "life" faction. In the history of the wall, the potion master slaughtered the town, and the extinction of nobles was common, and the destructive power was extremely terrible.

Du Dean had heard in Rosyad’s notes that he would rather provoke the light of the Holy See than offend the potionist, otherwise he would not know when he died, and the outcome of being poisoned by the potionist was usually extremely painful and miserable. .

"The potionist... if he used toxins to hunt monsters outside the wall, it would be a weapon." Du Di'an thought secretly, when he saw the nightingale pick a small piece of nickel in front of the shop, and his heart moved slightly. .

A few moments later, several people were walking around and left together.

"Shall I take you for a ride?" When the nightingale came to the outside of the manor, thinking that Du Dean had no carriage, he asked.

Du Di'an shook his head slightly and said, "Thanks, it's not quite smooth."

Nightingale nodded slightly. In fact, she was just a polite remark. If Du Dian agreed, she would make her difficult. From a young age to the big one, except for her relatives and servants, she had never been alone in a carriage with strangers.

Golden Armor and Rose also got on their respective carriages and left.

Du Di'an came to a dark corner of the town, and after confirming that no one was being followed, he took off his mask, put away his black robe, and turned to leave the town quietly.

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In a secret hall that few people know about.

In an office in the hall, several figures shrouded in darkness sitting on their respective tables were busy. Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the metal pipes at one of the tables. The people at the table turned to look Going, I saw a black triangle snake head slowly protruding from the metal pipe, and black scales spread all over the forehead.

The figure at the table slowly stretched out his hand, as if stroking the snake's head.

The black snake slowly opened its mouth, and there was a black reel in its sharp fangs.

The figure at the table pulled the reel out, opened the reel, took out the letterhead and a roll of information inside, and flipped it up. After a while, the information and letters were put away, and he muttered, "Is it a flame burst ban again? It seems There are quite a few noblemen who have recently hooked up with alchemists."

He pondered a little, and immediately wrote a letterhead, stuffed it into the reel, and handed it to the black snake.

The black snake opened the big mouth of the blood basin and swallowed the reel. The body twisted slowly back into the metal pipe.

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Mount Eldors, the Bron family.

In a castle surrounded by rivers full of traps, in a bamboo-like room surrounded by bamboo shoots, two figures were sitting at the desk with a pile of materials and several thick books.

"According to our investigation, the murderer was probably the result of his friend." Gionda, who had broken hair in gold, sat at the desk and struck the pen lightly on a piece of information. Gentle and authentic: "We will start by turning back He started with him."

Sitting across the table was a pretty slim figure, a seemingly simple but valuable pale green skirt, reaching for his cheek, looking at the potted plant on the window next to him, and hearing Gionda’s words, he came back and glanced at him The direction pointed to was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked: "Teacher, is our family in trouble?"

Gionda froze for a moment, looking at this charming girl, saying, "Why do you think so?"

"Recently my father has kept me from leaving the castle deliberately, and bothered you to come to my house to accompany me. There must be something bad outside. My father doesn’t want me to know." The girl looked up at him and said, "Can you tell Me?"

Gionda looked at her bright and clear eyes, and his heart jumped, don’t overdo it, said: "It is your illusion, your Burundian family is an ancient noble, with a huge industry, how could you be in trouble, just recently outside There are alchemists, and it’s not safe, so I’m afraid you will be in danger when you go out."

"Is it?" The girl stared at him deeply, lowered her head, and said nothing more.

Gionda put away the information on the table and said in a straightforward way: "Come here today, presumably you are also a little tired. I have found a clue. I will go back and send someone to investigate." After that, I picked up the books and information and turned around Quickly left the room.

In the room comparable to the ordinary aristocratic hall, there was only a girl left in a moment. She sat silently for a moment and felt a little tired. She got up and came to the window, looking at the courtyard and fruit trees outside. The depressed mood eased a lot. Suddenly, she saw a carriage running from a distant path towards here, with a dark red flag in the carriage.

The girl saw her eyes brightly and quickly greeted her.

The carriage soon came to the front of the courtyard and stopped. A tall girl with white skin and dark red curly hair came off the car. The slender body seemed to be blown by the wind at any time. She ran down from the car and saw the head-on. The girl in the green dress running out of the courtyard was surprised: "Jenny."

Jenny was overjoyed and said, "Shaya, why are you here?"

"I'm almost suffocating by myself, come and find you to play with." Melshaya grinned.

"Great, let's go in and say." Jenny pulled her friend back to her room.

The sun sets.

An afternoon passed, Melshaya holding Jenny's favorite plush doll, stood in front of the window, glanced at the sky, a little reluctantly said: "It's not too early, I should go back."

Jenny even said: "Or rest in my house tonight."

Melshaya shook her head slightly, and said, "I'm going back to rest early today, and there's still a place to go tomorrow, ah, yes, I am here this time, mainly to tell you good news."

"Good news?" Jenny was surprised.

Melshaya grinned and said: "The hunter you know before who can write poems is not doing anything wrong and was imprisoned. Recently he was released on bail again. I will go to a party tomorrow. Maybe Will meet him."

"Hunter..." Jenny shuddered and looked at her incredulously. "You, you mean Du Dean?"

Melshah said with a shrug: "I don't remember his name, but when he was released on bail this time, it is estimated that he would encounter a lot of trouble. The nobleman who bailed him was too declining. He wanted to set up a consortium. Use your friends."

Jenny was stunned and murmured: "Is my father saying that the things he committed could not be released on bail?"

Melshaya said with surprise: "Yes, it's just stealing. We often do this kind of thing as a kid. With the strength of your family, it's easy to bail him out?"

Jenny stunned and bowed her head: "Yes, but if you do something wrong, you need to be punished. This is fair, he is also a priest, he can understand."