In the Pandora Magic Library, there was silence, and everyone's eyes were as if they had met the iron piece of the magnet, firmly attracted by the flying iron block above their heads.

While everyone's eyes were still focused on the big piece of iron in the sky, Sylby walked up to the red-robed masked girl, stretched out, and said lightly: "Okay, three hundred gold coins." ”

The girl looked at him, her eyes shining with a strange light, and after a few moments, she nodded, and placed the heavy calfskin bag in Sylby's hand.

Sylby opened the bag and shivered, thanks to the purchases and bookkeeping of these days, he quickly confirmed the amount of money in the bag. After confirming, he put away his purse and walked away without the slightest ink.

As he left the library, the heavy iron slammed to the ground, and the crowd of onlookers who had been attracted by the iron suddenly woke up, and they were looking for the developer of the magical levitation spell, but they could never see the mysterious boy wearing a horn mask again.

Sylby hurried away with his money bag in his hand, and soon heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him.

"Wait a minute. "Someone was calling him.

Sylby turned his head to see a tall, snow-white steed running towards him. On horseback was the red-robed masked woman who had just given him the gold coin.

After a moment's thought, Sylby ran as fast as he picked the path and stormed into the dense shacks and narrow alleys of Pandora. In the blink of an eye, it was disappearing in the middle of a group of housewives who were pulping laundry.

The masked woman pulled up at the mouth of a narrow alley and knocked over a vendor pushing a cart of tropical fruits, provoking the guy to lash out.

On the other side of the street, Sylby emerged from a dyed spinning and looked behind him, where no one was chasing him.

He took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief.

He seemed to be in the limelight just now, but he didn't come up with it at all, it was purely because he fell in love with the three hundred gold coins. Now he is still weak, although he knows some life spells, but he has not mastered any spells for attack or self-protection, it is better to keep a low profile, in case Slytherin knows about his small movements, it will be a little more than worth the loss.

With some start-up capital, he can choose to start doing small magic experiments or buy some materials for himself to cast spells. In this way, he improved even faster.

Thinking of the pleasure in it, Sylby couldn't help but grin and smile with pleasure.

"What makes you so happy, would you mind telling me about it?"

A loud question came from overhead, and Sylby's smile froze on his face.

He thought he had thrown off the red-robed woman, but the red-robed woman was sitting on the roof of the dyehouse and watching him.

"I can't imagine you're so young. ”

The red-robed woman looked at Sylby's face and whispered, "What a terrible talent." ”

Sylby had a gloomy face, he didn't even notice how this guy followed him.

"Don't look at me like that, I just think it's a waste for you to stay here. The red-robed woman jumped off the eaves and walked up to Sylby with her hands in her hands: "There won't be magic books in the library that are really suitable for you, and books that are really useful to you are there. ”

She raised her hand and pointed to the sword-like peak by the sea, on which sat a splendid palace, the palace of Queen Pandora.

"Huh?"

Sylby immediately questioned, "If the really useful books are in the palace, then why do you want to go to the magic library?"

"Valuable books are in the palace, but valuable people are not necessarily in the palace. ”

The masked red-robed woman said slowly, "I come down once a week to see if I can create new magic or spells, and for a long time, I haven't seen the right person. But now I see it. ”

"Come down?"

Sylby immediately took a step back and was shocked, "Who are you!?"

The red-robed woman smiled with her eyebrows, and with a wave of her hand, the red cloth hanging from the dyeing workshop suddenly flew up, and in the red cloth flying, she took the initiative to step forward with the fragrant breeze and unveil her face in front of Sylbie.

What a reversal of the faces of all beings?

She has skin as white as moonlight, unfathomable almond eyes, a tall sculptural nose, and slightly heroic red lips slightly upturned, full of endless charm. Even the most discerning painter probably can't find fault with it.

The moment Sylby saw her face, his heart was beating at a distance, and he opened his mouth wide to reveal a demented appearance. For the first time in his life, he felt a powerful force called instinct, a power second only to the white light in his dream that night.

Hiss!

Thinking of the white light that illuminated everything, the wild cry, the bliss of the supreme realm, Sylby suddenly came to his senses.

There was no doubt that he understood the true identity of this man. The woman Slytherin and Gryffindor had been fighting for was standing in front of him at this moment, about half a step away from him, and if he wanted to, he would probably be able to kiss the lips that made the whole city go crazy.

But instead of doing so, he took a step back, keeping his distance from the mysterious queen, his eyes turning from hot to cold in the blink of an eye.

The woman looked at him in amazement for ten seconds.

Finally, before the fabric of the dye mill fell back to the ground, she put her veil back on and asked, "Why did you come to this city?"

"Find my destiny and stand at the top. ”

Sylby said.

"What is the apex?"

The queen asked, puzzled.

"You won't understand. ”

Sylby smiled self-deprecatingly, "Honestly, I haven't figured out what that apex is. ”

"And what about after you get to the top?"

"After what?"

Sylby asked, puzzled.

"Marry a wife and have children. ”

The queen smiled and said, "This is what heroes do, after defeating all their opponents, marrying their beloved woman and obtaining happiness in life." ”

"Huh. ”

Sylby let out a short chuckle and did not reply.

He had a feeling of unspeakable boredom as a summer worm, and he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Do you have a woman you love?"

The queen looked at him with interest: "There are many, many wizards in Pandora now, and if you want to prove that you are the strongest and most talented, you must defeat them." ”

"Okay. Sylby said with interest, then sighed and said sadly, "It's a pity that I'm weak, and there aren't any powerful spell books in the library to learn. ”

"I'll show you the way, in the rat path of the dungeon, there is a club dedicated to wizards fighting and killing, called the Colosseum.

If you want to be strong, you should go to the Colosseum. ”

The woman spun around on the ground, and a red flame lit up under her, "It's more suitable for you than the library, and I think with your talent, you should be able to grow up soon." ”

With that, the flames engulfed her body, causing her to disappear into the air, and when she vanished, a piece of ash solidified into a beautiful card that landed in Sylby's hand. He glanced at the card, which was marked with a date, a place, and a strange triangular symbol.

There is no doubt that this is a red invitation.

Probably the one Slytherin and Gryffindor received.

Looking at the invitation in his hand, Sylby couldn't help laughing, he felt that fate was quite wonderful, he went to a library by himself, and developed a levitation charm under the inducement of Queen Pandora, so that the good queen also caught up and gave himself an invitation.

What is this, seduction?

He looked at the sky, shook his head, and slipped the card into his trouser pocket.

It's just that if he robs his wife with a group of country wizards, then even if he does, he doesn't feel happy. Although he didn't know his fate yet, he always felt that it was too low-level fun.

However, the location that Queen Pandora had said, Sylby was very interested. Reading every day really bored him.

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That night, after serving Slytherin as usual, Sylby sneaked out of the tavern where he lived and hurried towards Pandora's rat path in the darkness of the night.

On the streets, the dust is like knives, palms hang low, pedestrians are in a hurry, and prostitutes close their doors.

In the two months when he was immersed in his studies, more and more wizards came to Pandora from all over the world, and when he walked down the street, he could feel the strong smell of gunpowder in the air. They were divided into three factions, one was the wizards led by Gryffindor, most of whom had little ambition and only hoped to support Gryffindor to the throne and gain some benefits.

On the other hand, the more ambitious faction is the Slytherin Parliamentarian faction, which advocates the settlement of Gryffindor first, and then the fate of the throne internally.

The last faction is the wait-and-see faction, they did not join any faction, they kept a wait-and-see, or they wanted to wait for the two factions to fight and lose, or they wanted to wait for one side to have a clear advantage, and then choose the time to join, and there are no longer a few such people.

But no matter which one it is, the existence of wizards is extremely unequal to mortals, and in places where the power of the church has not yet reached, most mortals choose to protect themselves and keep their doors closed at such times.

In the darkness of the night, Sylby came to a halt in front of the huge drainage pipe of Pandora, not so much a drain pipe as a black market, as the locals called it the rat road.

Sylby, who has read a lot of books from the library, knows that this is the Pandora Sewers, when the founder of Pandora City, the legendary shapeshifter Idapeni, built the city, he used powerful transformation magic to give the city a developed drainage system, which is said to be made according to the rules of the city of Rome, and these drainage systems are so good that even if the tsunami rolls in, the water in Pandora will flow away within 24 hours.

However, the tsunami is a black swan event that has not been encountered in a hundred years after all, and since the establishment of the city, there has not been a single tsunami. It was put on hold for a long time, until one day people found it spacious and secluded, and a large number of people from the gray and black areas moved in.

In addition, a large number of contraband smuggled from other countries and regions, especially magical items, will gather here.

Sylby had been here a few times, and when Slytherin had asked him to buy spellcasting materials, he had been reminded that he was going to come here to buy them, so this place was quite familiar.

Underground, the moonlight went out, and the light source turned into a burning brazier, one every thirty meters.

The air here is filled with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, groups of hangover men are lying on the ground, and old shops are open by the sewers where sewage flows, and some of them are smoky doors, which are smoking owners.

He walked to a smoke house called "Herbs and Anesthesia", pushed open the two loose-leaf doors, and walked inside. I don't know how long the leaf door hasn't been oiled, and it squeaks when I push it.

A warm smell of apples, coconuts, and watermelons rushed to his face, and it was so strong that Silby, who had been educated by the royal family since childhood, frowned and held his breath slightly.

There was no sound of smoke in the pipes, most of them sat cross-legged on the ground, gurgling hookahs, and the wooden walls were covered with moss from the dampness, and some religious paintings or aphorisms were written in Arabic.

Nitrate grew on the walls of the floor, mud everywhere, under the chandelier, on the right side of the door was the bar of the smoke house, the wooden planks under the bar were cracked, and a layer of lead was nailed to the countertop, and some glass cabinets were placed on it. The glass case contains a variety of strange mixtures of red and green.

The owner of the smoke shop was an Arab, with his sleeves folded in front of his chest and a turban, intoxicated and inhaling a long pipe.

"Ibn. Sylby stood in front of the bar and knocked on the table.

"It's you. ”

The Arab slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his intoxication: "Are you here to buy herbs again today?"

"Don't buy today, ask questions today. ”

Sylby threw a small silver coin on the table, "May I ask if there is a place called the Colosseum?"

"The Colosseum," the old man slowly touched the silver coin in his hand, "Oh, let me think, let me think... Yes, Colosseum, you ask where to do what, where not to sell herbs, child, there are no herbs. ”

"Help me get down the road. ”

He threw another silver coin to his boss: "Quick." ”

"Okay, okay, don't worry, young man... Really..."

The Arab, who had received the two rewards, stood up slowly, went to the cellar, and helped Sylby open the floor, while he himself took a small fire lamp from the wall and got in.

Sylby leaped down and followed him.

The cave was small, the floor was floored, the wooden planks creaked when you walked on it, the dirt on it was crisscrossed, and rats ran by from time to time.

If above is Pandora's underground drainage system, built by legendary shapeshifters, then below is the real rat path, built by the owners of these black shops themselves to hide from the occasional Pandora guard. They are like mole burrows, leading in all directions, leading to all corners of the city, where you can go anywhere in the city.

The Arab walked ahead with an oil lamp and asked curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry to go to the Colosseum, do you want to try your luck?"

"Luck?" Sylby asked.

"That's right," it's a place where wizards fight each other, and wizards bet, "bet on other people's lives and deaths." ”

Sylby breathed heavily, he shivered unconsciously, and adrenaline was secreted profusely: "You mean, wizards fight to the death in the Colosseum, and others bet on their wins and losses?"

"Yes, yes, it's a very old activity, and when I was younger, I used to play it a lot. The owner of the herb shop shook his head and said: "After playing for decades, there was once no underwear left, there is no eternal winner in the Colosseum, as long as you lose once, there is nothing." ”

As he spoke, the plank sloped upwards under his feet, and the Arab whispered, "Here it is, go up yourselves." ”

Sylby pushed away the plank at the top of the rat path, reached out and pressed it, and jumped out.

The noise immediately drowned him, this is a space of thousands of square meters, a miasma of black smoke, the people inside are tied into five or six piles, most of them are gambling, two hostesses wear flowers and butterflies shuttle among them, in addition to receiving wine bottles and handing wine, but also from time to time with deep cleavage to carry the stuffed tips, busy but very happy.

In the center of the crowd was a huge cage of beasts, and in the cage, someone shouted and shouted, it was two strong men who were beating wildly, one of them pressed the head of the other person, and slammed him into the cage hard, and the blood flowed.

The onlookers raised their hands, and from time to time erupted into fanatical and bloody shouts.

Sylby couldn't help but laugh.

The woman was right, the atmosphere was indeed more suitable for him than the library.