After speaking, the short young man kicked the black python on the ground away, turned around in a dashing manner, walked deep along the snake's belly passage, and exposed his back to West Zewell. The black snake swam and followed its master.

In just a few minutes of contact, he had already determined that the guy in front of him was a moody and dangerous person. With such a person, Zevier felt very stressed.

He didn't believe that this man would treat him well, let alone that he really wanted to treat him to a meal, but he still followed the other party.

Because he didn't have a choice.

He was in the belly of the serpent at the moment, and if the serpent didn't open its mouth, then he barely knew how to get out of here.

He followed behind the short young man, touched the night owl on his shoulder, who was trembling with fear, and whispered, "It's okay." ”

The night owl muttered under his breath.

Rubbed his hand with his head.

Through the silver dots of light circling around the young man, Cizerwell could see that in the abdominal wall of the giant serpent, every four or five meters away, the bones of a deceased man were inlaid with them.

If you look all the way, it is dense and you can't see the end at a glance. They were hung from the inner wall of the snake's belly like some kind of unique collectible, and their posture showed that the people were struggling for a moment, twisted and abnormal.

There was no doubt that this mysterious short young man was the wizard of the Night Stalker's mouth, and Sizewell could feel a similar aura from him. He didn't have much affection for that breath, because there was too much coldness mixed in it, which made him not look like a person, but like a snake walking upright.

As he passed around the corner of the passage, he even saw a man who had not yet turned into a skeleton stuck in the belly of a snake.

He wasn't dead yet, his eyes were still rolling, but his body was stuck in the belly of a snake like a quagmire, unable to move. This is probably some unlucky ghost like himself, who strayed into the belly of the snake and couldn't get out.

It's just that he doesn't have his own good luck.

The short young man did not talk to the man as much as he did.

He stopped in front of the man who was not yet dead, and tapped his finger twice on the snake's belly, and one after another small young snakes emerged from the abdominal wall, like veins, and burrowed into all corners of the man's body.

The unfortunate ghost who was trapped in the snake wall had countless small snakes swimming in his body, and his eyes were desperately rolling, but he could not make the slightest sound.

In the end, he could only die of despair.

The picture is terrible.

Cizerwell watched the man die with affection, unable to do anything, and became more and more wary of the short young man, what kind of guy could form such a terrible habit.

Sensing the young man's extremely vigilant eyes, the short young man smiled: "The first lesson for free, no matter which great wizard you ask, they will tell you that life and death itself are worthless, and only actions between life and death are worthwhile. ”

He said lightly: "People who don't know this are just a bunch of meat, and since it's a bunch of meat, being eaten is their greatest value." ”

Zevier shook his head: "Then why don't you just kill him neatly." ”

"Oh~"

The short young man ran his fingertips over the bones on the snake wall, with a pleasant smile on his face:

"Personally, I like to see people as they really are, strong, weak, arrogant, humble, these are what I like. ”

"Can you still be true when you're dying?" said Zevier.

"Only when you are dying can you be real. ”

The short man said.

Zevier did not reply, he could not agree with the short young man's words for a moment.

The two of them walked all the way, and finally, the bones on the snake wall finally disappeared, and they came to the most spacious part of the snake's belly.

The firelight illuminated West Zewell's face.

It turned out that the serpent had everything in its belly, the fire, the crucible on the fire, the dining table, the kitchen, the bookshelves, the wooden staircase, the bed on the wooden ladder, the carpet, the candles, the fireplace, and even a piece of pool water for bathing.

He finally understood that this was not a snake at all, but the man's home, and he lived in the belly of the snake. Just like being locked up in the tower by his father, eating, drinking, and Lazar are all solved in the tower.

"Are you a wizard?"

Although Zevier himself already had a positive answer in his heart, he still wanted to be confirmed in person, because this was the first wizard he had met in his life.

"Nonsense. ”

The green-robed young man leaned on the cushion relaxedly, "A blind man can see it, can't he?"

He snapped his fingers, and the ground shook again.

Even if he couldn't see it, Zevel knew that it should be the giant snake that had started to swim, but he wouldn't be stupid enough to think that the snake outside was a real snake now, and of course nature couldn't grow that kind of giant creature, it was too exaggerated.

If nothing else, it should be a serpentine carriage, a serpentine carriage made by a wizard.

Sure enough, the short young man said, "There are always a lot of unsightly guys out there who want to fight with me, especially those guys from the Christian Church, who want to exterminate the wizards all day long under the slogan of infidels. I don't have time to do anything with them for the time being, so I built this thing, maybe I designed it a little big, and there will always be some strange people falling in, but you are the luckiest one, and you become my guest, hahahahahaha~"

He laughed heartily, and when he was done, Zevier asked him, "What's your name?"

Salazar Slytherin. ”

The green-robed young man asked easily, "What about you?"

"My name is West....", Zevier stopped talking.

"West what?"

Slytherin asked him curiously.

For some reason, Zevier suddenly thought of what the night stalker said to himself, he couldn't tell his real name casually, as this would allow him to be controlled by others.

"Sylby Spencer. ”

Zevier himself made up a name, and he decided that he would use this name to communicate with outsiders in the future.

"Ha~ I haven't heard of it. ”

Slytherin admitted, "Well, but forget it, you don't look like some famous guy, maybe I'll kill you here, and no one will come to avenge you." ”

He stretched and stood up, and the night owl on Sylby's shoulder shuddered. But Slytherin didn't do anything to Silby, he went to the kitchen, took the prey he had taken from Silby, and began to skin and clean it expertly.

Slytherin went to prepare the food, and Sylby stood up, looking more closely at the magical snake-bellied hut.

The cauldron was bubbling with an unknown, viscous green liquid, and Sylby didn't know what it was, but he thought it must be poisonous.

There was also a transparent square fish tank against the abdominal wall, and in the bathtub there were several snakes swimming in a variety of colors, but when Sylby walked over, he realized that it was not a few snakes at all, but a strange-looking seven-headed snake, one of which had even swallowed the other.

There was also the row of bookshelves, on which Sylby saw an entire shelf of books, each thicker than the other, and all looked like manuscripts, with scrawled handwriting on their backs—"Poisonous Substances", "Dark Magic in Detail", "One Hundred Powerful Spells", "A Thousand Woods and Their Magical Properties", "Diary: Dancing with Serpents", "Basilisk Cultivation Manual", "Snakes, On the Relationship between Toads and Roosters", "On How to Get a Woman's Heart", "Twenty Manipulation Methods to Control the Mind", "Witches Are Women Too" .......

He looked all the way and there were several types of books on the shelf, one related to magic, one related to snakes, and the other related to women.

Sylby was not very interested in women, he had been raised by hundreds of maids since he was a child, and the presence of his personal female officers made him completely lose his curiosity about women from the age of thirteen.

He also instinctively doesn't like snakes, which are like wriggling esophagus, making him feel dirty and dangerous.

But those magic books, Sylby wanted to sit down and read them at once. In particular, those few books on dark magic and spells with thick notes in them made his heart itch.

But he knew no, it was someone else's territory, and his habits still kept him reserved as a prince.

"What, you're interested in my book?"

Slytherin asked with a smile after washing his prey.

"Indeed, I am interested. ”

Sylby honestly replied, "I haven't read it." ”

"That~ you can see it if you want to. ”

The green-robed young man smiled and said, "But help me barbecue meat first." ”

He lifted the skinned prey in his hand and threw it to West Zevel: "There is spice by the fire. ”

Sylby took the prey, thinking that he had been swallowed by a large serpent, and that he had seen a wizard in green robes in his belly, and that he had been asked to roast meat in the belly of the snake, which he would have thought would have been incredible if it had happened a day ago, but now he was able to accept it calmly.

Thoughts kept coming to him, but the moment he sat down by the fire, he immediately became focused, and began to roast the meat, brush the honey, spread the sauce, and sprinkle the salt. It's as if there's only one thing left in the world.

While he was roasting, Slytherin sat on the carpet with an apple in his hand, and watched him with interest as he ate the apple.

After thirty minutes of silence, the meat was roasted.

Golden and crispy, charred on the outside and tender on the inside, dripping with nourishing fat, the sweet smell permeates the belly of the snake, making people's appetite move.

"Not bad!"

Slytherin sat down across the fire in amazement, and he looked at the roasted rabbit, "It seems that you are very experienced, isn't it the first time you have roasted?"

"That's right. ”

Sylby said lightly.

In fact, this is his first barbecue, and as a prince, he has been wearing clothes to reach out for food since he was a child. But it's strange that if Sylby is willing to do one thing, then he will do it well anyway, which is his talent. But he doesn't tell anyone about it, and Hugo taught him early on that humility is the most basic virtue, especially in the face of strangers, to show weakness and be humble.

Sure enough, Slytherin showed a look of sudden realization: "No wonder, the family is a chef?"

"Yes. ”

Sylby replied quietly, it was better to follow someone else's words than to re-explain, and he tore off a steaming rabbit leg and handed it to Slytherin.

"Good, good. ”

Slytherin was satisfied, he found a cushion comfortably, took the rabbit leg handed to him, and sat down on the mat to enjoy his meal.

After sharing food, it stands to reason that the relationship between them should be eased a little, but Sylby was never able to let his guard down, because he felt that there was always a certain greed in the green eyes of the guy opposite—what did he want in himself?

Sylbi: "Are you from Aragon too?"

"I'm not, I'm from England. Slytherin replied.

"That's a long way to go. ”

Sylby was slightly surprised, England, which was farther away than the hometown of Hugo's scholar: "What are you doing here?"

"Hahaha," Slytherin snorted, shaking his head, "Don't just ask me, why is a kid like you in such a wilderness, you know, this kind of Black Forest is very dangerous. You're lucky to run into me, but if you run into a werewolf or a vampire, they won't reason with you. ”

Sylby fed the night owl a piece of rabbit meat and said, "I'm looking for Pandora." ”

The short young man chewed in his mouth, and then, he straightened up and said in slight surprise: "You also received an invitation?"

"What invitation?"

"Queen Pandora's red invitation, of course. The short young man smiled, but his eyes unconsciously became solemn.

"I don't know. ”

Sylby said lightly: "I haven't received any invitations, but I want to know what wizards are all about, and I want to find my own kind." ”

"The original goal is to seek knowledge, no wonder. ”

Slytherin seemed relieved, and he sat down cross-legged again: "That Pandora is indeed a good place to go, there is the largest magical library in the Holy Roman Empire, and there is a constant stream of wizards who want to come to study. At least much more prosperous than England. ”

"What about you?"

Sylby asked Slytherin, "Where are you going?"

Slytherin grunted and swallowed the rabbit bone and licked his lips, "Well, it doesn't hurt to tell you, I'm also going to Pandora, but I'm on the same road with you." ”

"Are you going to take me there, or are you going to kill me after eating?" said Sylby calmly, a frightened squiggler on his shoulder.

The seemingly serene and gentle atmosphere was directly disrupted, and Sylby put the fragile and fragile relationship on the table, the cold law of the jungle, to which he tensed and sat straight by the fire.

Salazar Slytherin's bite on rabbit meat stopped, and he slowly lifted his eyes from the food, green eyes with an inexplicable glow.

The two looked at each other for a full minute.

Suddenly, they both couldn't hold back, Sylby smiled slightly, and Slytherin laughed, "Haha, silly boy. Kill you, that's not it, if you want to kill me, I'll kill you a long time ago. ”

After a pause, he smiled and said, "Well, I lack a servant. ”

"Servant!?"

"Yes," said Slytherin, "a faithful servant who does my laundry, cooks, and takes care of my errands, and can give me peace of mind to study magic." ”