On Saturday evening, the week had just ended.

Students leave campus in droves, while some of those whose families live farther away choose to stay in the dormitories.

"Today I am still silently paying attention to you, and my admiration for you is burning my heart......"

In the management office downstairs of the dormitory, Jenny took a letter from Mrs. Martinie without any labeling, and when she opened it, she saw the contents of the note.

His face turned pale.

"Ms. Martinie, recently ...... Someone has been following me lately, and I'm afraid of him...... I'm afraid he'll break into the dorm!"

Jenny's voice was not loud enough, and she was born into the working class and was a humble part of the university.

The family's expectation for her is to find a husband with status and a certain amount of wealth through college to help the family.

She didn't want to get in trouble, but she couldn't stand being spied on.

That feeling had been bothering her for almost a week.

The man appeared behind the door of the classroom, by the trees in the garden, and along the pond, as if she were following wherever she was...... And no one else can see it!

Da~

It was like the sound of a lock joining together, ringing in my ears, but the two of them were looking in different directions.

On the edge of the flower bed outside the dormitory, the man appeared again, wearing a black hat with a wide brim and a black trench coat with a vertical collar, staring at him.

"Yikes!"

The screams rang out irrepressibly.

"Miss Jenny, I don't see anyone, I think it's probably because you're stressed out that you're feeling this way, and I suggest you go back to your dorm as soon as possible to rest. ”

Looking left and right, she didn't see anyone, Jenny Pandalia had mental problems, which was often mentioned by students who came in and out of the dormitory these days.

Now Ms. Martinie is convinced, too.

"You guys, you don't believe me......"

The man at the edge of the flower bed disappeared, he had always been like this, never appeared in front of others, Jenny clutched the letter tightly, and turned to enter the dormitory building.

Madame Martinie bowed her head and continued her work.

There were footsteps at the counter, and a black figure was walking behind Jenny.

It's not far, it's not close.

Madame Martinie looked up, her eyes unfocused.

She didn't see anything......

**

According to Sherlock, God has to rest on weekends, how can man continue to work, so after returning to Pston, Donald has a little vacation.

Infinita was not at home and didn't know where she had gone, and Donald had lunch outside and rested at home for an afternoon.

Take a look at books like "Expulsion of Evil", "Enemies of Religion", meditate, and try to break through 2.5 for your spiritual powers.

This is a simple quantification he made for himself, in order to facilitate his self-cognition, with the initial total amount of spiritual power as the criterion, after this period of meditation practice, it has now increased by 1.5 degrees.

In the evening, refreshed, Donald straightened his clothes and went to the underground market alone.

The underground market is still lively, and he doesn't stop outside, but goes straight to the stall where the last transaction took place.

"Your Excellency, you're finally here, I thought ......"

I didn't understand anything before, and it was useless to hold three lost stone slabs, and although I thought to myself at that time, I could still bear it.

Now that there is a piece that has been successfully translated, this is a terrible thing, and when I go home and study it over and over again, it is inevitable that I will pay more attention to the remaining two pieces after understanding.

I can't wait to translate it right away, and I start to try it.

"Sir, watch your face, our deal is secret, and if you let me know that you told anyone else about it, I'm afraid this is the end of our deal. ”

Knowing the importance of the Lost Slate, Donald naturally had to be more careful in this regard, and the deal with the Jazz and the Cult was a helpless move, on the one hand, for strength, and on the other hand, for self-preservation.

As for Sherlock, it can only be said that he did not understand the importance of this ability at the time.

Now think about it, the weekly salary of 1 gold pound is actually a loss for yourself.

"I'm so sorry I didn't control myself, if we can, let's go inside and talk?"

"Inside?"

Donald hesitated as he looked at the large tent pointed by Sir in the center of the square.

"Don't you know? It's an underground market for private transactions, and for a fee, you can get a quiet compartment, and the transactions between us are just as important to me, so I want to have a quiet room where it's convenient to talk, and of course, I'll pay for it. ”

These three lost slates were collected by Sir at a great cost, and he was also not happy if they were heard by passers-by, and the last time was the first transaction, and the two sides did not trust each other, so they did it on the spot.

Now that there is a foundation of trust, it is naturally different.

Donald nodded in agreement, and Jazz immediately packed all the things on the table and put them into a suitcase beside him, which was not much, just three or five strange things.

Heading to the marquee in the center of the square, passing by the last floor, Donald saw what the so-called animal layer was.

There weren't any strange-looking monsters for sale in iron cages, and here there were also counters, except that instead of strange objects, wooden statues were placed on them.

"On the counter are physical statues of creatures for sale, carved for these sellers in the underground market, and pressed under the statues are short descriptions of the creatures. ”

Jazz had been here for a while, and was very clear about the situation on the level behind him.

"What do you usually sell, but it can't be a pet, right?"

"You're right, it's really a pet, but it's a special pet, most of them have psychic attributes, the degree of wisdom is higher than its average beast, the price is not cheap, some nobles, capitalists, just like these, dozens of gold pounds to buy a snake that understands the call of humans, without blinking their eyes, probably doing so can make them have a different feeling...... There are a lot of parallel goods here, because there are many buyers who have no eyesight at all, and it is easy to deceive. ”

People in the upper class are accustomed to a good life and always want to seek excitement in ordinary days, and these special creatures are part of it.

"Nothing more special?"

What about the monsters, those monsters that can breathe fire and spit water?

"Haha, I know what Your Excellency wants to ask, alien beast, right? But that kind of creature is too few, like the alien among the human race, there is not one in a thousand people, and the alien beast is even rarer, I remember that in June of the previous year, there was a puppy in the underground market that could spit Mars, I have seen it, it was really just a little little spark, and the price at that time was ...... 200 gold pounds, or the starting price, the back is a quiet room to negotiate, and the final price is definitely only high!"

Sir obviously had a certain status in the underground circle for a long time, at least the alien beast was certainly not something to see when you saw each other.

If you can spray some sparks, it will cost 200 gold pounds, and if you really spit out a fireball, you can't multiply it several times?

This is indeed the case...... There is no way, there are many rich people, the rapid development of industry, and the accumulation of social wealth have made more and more rich people.

Identity and status are not reflected by money alone, there must be something more special.

Imagine having a party with the gentlemen at the manor, whistling crisply, a beast running in the distance, with an unfinished flame in its mouth, fierce and incomparable, and then running in front of you obediently squatting and wagging its tail, conquering a ferocious beast in a style that is better than wearing a few jeweled rings.

As for whether the beast will burn these people together with the flames, or rush over without stopping and kill one or two people, no one thinks about it......

The toll booth was outside the tent, and Sir cast three shillings, took a number plate from the corner of the table, and led Sherlock into the tent, where he was greeted by a waiter.

Nearly 10 compartments are divided into a ring inside the tent, and there is a gap of nearly one meter between each compartment to prevent anyone from eavesdropping on the wall or playing some other tricks.

"Ashrams aren't usually used, and most of the deals are done outside. ”

Earlier at the toll table, Donald saw that there were still 7 remaining number plates, which meant that most of the inside was now empty.

According to the number plate, find the exclusive numbered room, the iron door, and there are special guards outside, one on the left and one on the right, with a holster on the waist, once the insider transaction begins, no outsiders are allowed to approach, force the break, these guards will immediately shoot, and then the fighters who maintain order inside the underground market will also be there in a few minutes.

The room was very simplely furnished, with two well-kept sofas, a round table, candles lit on either side, and kerosene lamps that were somewhat untouchable.

"Your Excellency, even in today's environment where spell skills are extremely scarce, I have prepared three scrolls especially for you, which represents my sincerity, please take a look. ”

In the room, the two of them sat down, and Sir opened the suitcase first, took out three scrolls from it, and placed them on the table one by one.