The Dark King

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"Go, come back three days later." The demon mask woman put away the information and went to the three.

A few people left the room, and the nightingale looked at Dudian. The owls flashed in the eyes behind the mask and said, "Congratulations, you can pass the first application, and now it is a formal alchemist."

“Congratulations,” said Jin Jia, next to him.

Rose squinted and curiously said: "What alchemy are you submitting, can you call it 'special'?"

Du Dian smiled and said: "It is ordinary alchemy."

Seeing Du Di'an did not want to say that Rose did not ask again.

The nightingale told Du Di'an: "Will you have time later, I will take you to see the mouse. If he knows that you have become a formal alchemist, it is estimated that he can cure his lazy disease."

Du Dian thought for a moment and shook his head. "No, I have something else to do, go back tomorrow."

"Also." Nocturnal nodded.

The nightingale did not mean to leave here immediately. They strolled around the shops around the square, and occasionally saw the rare alchemy materials that were difficult to meet outside.

Du Di'an accompanied several people while shopping, but also noticed that this dark church division is not only an alchemist, but also another evil profession, the potion master.

If the alchemist is equivalent to the scientists of the old age, then the potionist is completely a group of madmen who are interested in developing various toxin potions. They are even more crazy than the alchemists of the life faction, in the giant wall of Sylvia. In history, the potion masters slaughtered the town, and the extinction of the nobility was not uncommon, and the destructive power was terrible.

Du Di'an has heard of Rosyard's notes, preferring to provoke the Holy See, not to sin the potionist, or not knowing when he died, and the end of being poisoned by the potionist is usually extremely painful and miserable. .

"Magic Pharmacist... If you use toxins to play on the hunting monsters outside the wall, it is a weapon." Du Di'an thought secretly. At this time, he saw the nightingale picking a small piece of nickel in front of the shop, and his heart moved slightly. .

After a while, a few people strolled around and left.

"Would you like me to take you on a journey?" When he came outside the manor, the nightingale thought that Du Di'an had no carriage, he asked.

Du Dian shook his head slightly and said: "Thank you, not quite a good way."

The nightingale nodded slightly. In fact, she was just a polite word. If Du Di'an promised, she would make her guilty. From small to large, apart from her relatives and servants, she never left a stranger with a stranger.

Jinjia and Rose also went to their respective carriages and left.

Du Di'an came to a dark corner of the town, confirmed that there was no tracking around, only took off the mask, put away the black robe, and turned away to quietly leave the town.

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A secret hall that is rarely known.

In an office in the main hall, several figures in the darkness were sitting on their desks. Suddenly, a slight sound was heard in the metal pipe at one of the tables. The person sitting at the table turned around and looked around. Go, I saw a black triangle snake head slowly protruding from the metal pipe, black scales on the forehead, a poisonous snake species at first glance.

The figure at the table slowly reached out and seemed to touch the snake head.

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

The figure at the table pulled out the reel, opened the reel, pulled out the letterhead and a volume of information inside, turned it up, and after a while, put away the information and the letter, muttered to himself: "It is a blast? There are a lot of nobles who have recently hooked up with alchemists."

He indulged a little, immediately wrote a letter, stuffed into the reel, handed to the black snake.

The black snake opened its mouth and swallowed the reel, and the body twisted and slowly retracted into the metal pipe.

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Mount Erdos, the Bron family.

In the castle surrounded by trapped rivers, in a bamboo shoot-like castle room, two figures sit at the table, with huge piles of materials and a few thick books.

"According to our investigation, the murderer is probably what his friends are doing." A golden-haired Gionda sat at the table and slammed the pen on a piece of information. It was gentle and elegant: "Let's go back first." He started."

Sitting across the table was a pretty slim figure, a plain but valuable light green dress, reaching out and looking at the potted plants on the side window, hearing the words of Gianda, returning to God and glanced at him. In the direction indicated, for a moment, suddenly asked: "Teacher, is it something trouble for our family?"

Gionda glanced at the girl who looked like this, saying, "How come you think?"

"My father has been deliberately not letting me leave the castle. I am bothering you to come to my house to accompany me. It must be something bad outside. My father doesn't want me to know." The girl looked up at him and said, "You can tell Me?"

Gionda looked at her bright and clear eyes, and her heart jumped. Don't go too far. "It's your illusion. Your Bron family is an ancient aristocrat. The industry is huge. How can you get into trouble? Just recently outside. There are alchemists who are infested and incomplete, so I am afraid that you will be in danger when you go out."

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

Gionda put away the information on the table and said: "Come here today. I must have been tired. I have found clues. I will go back and send people to investigate." After that, I picked up the books and information and turned around. I quickly left the room.

This is comparable to the room in the ordinary noble hall. There is only one girl left in an instant. She sat silent for a moment and felt a little lacking. She got up and came to the window and looked out at the courtyard and fruit trees. The depressed mood was soothing. Suddenly, she saw a carriage ride from a distant path, and a dark red flag was inserted in the carriage.

The girl looked at her eyes and greeted her.

The carriage quickly came to the front of the courtyard and stopped. From the car, a tall girl with white skin and a dark red curly hair. The slender body seemed to be blown by the wind at any time. She ran down from the car and just saw the face. The green skirt girl running out of the courtyard, surprised: "Jenny."

Jenny smiled and said, "Saya, how come you are."

"I am suffocating alone, come over and look for you to play." Melshay smiled.

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

The sun sets.

One afternoon passed, Melsa Ya held Jenny's most plush doll, stood at the window, looked at the sky, and some reluctantly said: "Time is not early, I should go back."

Jenny said: "Will you rest at my house tonight?"

Melshay shook her head slightly and said: "Today I have to go back to rest early. There is still a place to go tomorrow, ah, yes, I am here to tell you a good news."

"Good news?" Jenny was surprised.

Melshay smiled and said: "The hunter who knows the poetry you know before, isn’t it wrong to go to jail? Recently he was released on bail. I am going to a party tomorrow, maybe I will meet him."

"Hunter..." Jenny was shocked and looked at her incredulously. "You, you are talking about Dudian?"

Melshaya shrugged: "I don't remember his name. However, he was released on bail this time. It is estimated that he will encounter a lot of troubles. His aristocrats are too deprecated. They want to set up a consortium. It is estimated that they want to Use your friends."

Jenny groaned and muttered: "My father is not saying that what he committed can not be released on bail?"

Melshaya said strangely: "Yes, it’s just stealing. This kind of thing we often do when we were young. With the power of your family, it is easy to bail him out?"

Jenny snorted and said, "Yes, but if you do something wrong, you need to be punished. This is fair. He is also a priest. He can understand." (To be continued.)