Until the end of this drinking party, Galadia had no more gains. Valkyrie didn't have much hope because he wasn't a detective and perception contractor, and after discovering that it was impossible to make a profit, the girl decided to find the meaning of this wonderful night in food.

"Uh~ It's so supportive!" Valkyrie touched his stomach, "But I feel like I can still eat a piece of blueberry cheesecake!" ”

"Don't eat it!" Galadia rolled her eyes, "Don't you know that the men you accosted were scared away by your appetite!" I'm going to be embarrassed to be with you~ Hey, stop, don't eat that pudding! ”

You can't blame Valkyrie completely, tonight's diet is indeed very delicate and delicious, and even Galadia can't help but eat a lot.

But many of the other guests were restrained. In order to maintain their manners and style, these rich men and women pretended to be bored with all the delicious food, and the table full of caviar, oysters, desserts and fruits was not touched at all.

"What a pity to throw it away~" Valkyrie walked out with Galadia, and reluctantly looked back from time to time at the waiters coming to collect the large amount of food left, "There are still so many poor people in this city, it's not good to waste it." ”

Before Galadia could speak, several people dressed as homeless men rushed towards the departing guests.

"Alright, alright! Master! A homeless man tries to grab a rich merchant's clothes and says, "Give me something to eat!" ”

The strong bodyguard kicked him and kicked the homeless man away before he could get close to the rich merchant.

But more homeless people flocked to it.

"Give me a shilling, sir!"

"Two pennies is fine!"

"Okay, okay!"

This will whet the appetite of the guests. Before they could greet them, the bodyguards and valets who were guarding the vicinity moved up and knocked the homeless man to the ground.

The patrol on the corner of the street hurried and waved batons to drive the homeless man away from the social elite.

Bukoba Sanjay didn't pay attention to all this at all, he jumped into his car and "went back to the hotel." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." The coachman replied humbly. A convoy of 5 cars escorted the Venerable Monarch Sanjay and set off.

……

Bukoba Sanjay stared out the window. This time he was only on a trip to Gothic for two or three days, but since he learned of the information of the voodoo manilock, he insisted on a hunt despite the objections of his courtiers.

"The summoning and ......use of the necromancy," King Bukoba tapped his fingers lightly on the scepter in his hand, "and that black swamp." ”

"This voodoo warlock's strength is really strong, and he is very skilled in the control of black magic, and his skills are combined with attack and defense." There was a hint of fanaticism in the king's eyes, "Even warriors who can summon the undead." This kind of strength can only be possessed by powerful warlocks in ancient books after gaining the grace of the gods. It's as if they were born to fight. ”

If you can master such power yourself, then you don't have to worry about the group of brothers and sisters who covet your throne.

As Sanjay's monarch, Bukoba Sanjay naturally has his own royal black magic heritage. However, this set of royal skills does not have the powerful tactical effects and adaptability of Voodoo Warlock Viklor, and there are even many auxiliary spells that pretend to be ghosts, squeezing out a lot of research and practice time.

The moment he learned of Viklor's information, Bukoba Sanjay was convinced that the voodoo sorcerer's inheritance was much more effective than his own.

Of course, Bukoba doesn't see himself as no match for Viklor. He himself is powerful, and he also has countless combat experience, plus a lot of convenience, intelligence, and armament brought by royal power. Bukoba Sanjay was convinced that if he grabbed the voodoo by the tail, he would be able to kill him and take away his power.

It seemed to be raining outside the window, and the raindrops were knocking on the glass and rolling down.

Bukoba vaguely felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

The speeding car came to a sudden halt, and the venerable king rushed forward.

"Idiot! How to drive! The king scolded angrily. This short-sighted driver will send him to mine tomorrow.

However, the driver in the driver's seat in front of him didn't seem to be very worried about his future, and not only did he not immediately ask for the guilt, but he didn't even look back.

"Huh?" Bukoba was about to have a seizure when he suddenly realized something was wrong.

He didn't hesitate, kicked the door and rushed out of the car.

Dirty rain drifted under the dim streetlights, leaving a sludge on the body. The mud under his feet was almost ankle-wetting.

"Where's my convoy?" The king looked around and found that the convoy that followed him had disappeared without a trace.

"Cut, carving insect skills!" Bukoba Sanjay raised his scepter and roared with his mouth wide open, "Hurricane, Blaze, listen to my call!" ”

The wind appeared at the king's side with flames. The disgusting black mud was swept up by the strong wind, and the reptiles and dead branches and leaves in the mud had been purified by the raging fire.

"I was going to come to you, voodoo magician." Bukoba nodded with satisfaction, "I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door." That~ You're welcome...... Belch! ”

Bukoba Sanjay's words stopped in shock, and he felt a bone-eating chill under the protection of the wind and flames.

The voodoo sorcerer stood right in front of him, looking at King Sanjay with a strange gaze.

"Not bad, not bad~" The voodoo wizard muttered, his voice and tone as if the housewife were saying, "What a good steak." ”

A massive anchor slammed into King Bukoba, erupting in a sonic boom that cut through the wind and flames.

"Rush!" King Sanjay didn't move, just opened his mouth and spat out two words.

A torrent appeared out of thin air, holding the king up into the air. The huge anchor smashed through the lowered column of water.

"Psychic manicurer?" Viklor clapped his hands with interest, "I thought you were going to use a wall of water to resist the anchor just a moment, I'm really worried that you will be squashed in a round, then it will be troublesome for me to take your power." ”

King Sanjay looked around in mid-air without saying a word. Figures staggered one after another appeared in the dark corners, and a huge figure seemed to be hidden in the place where the anchor had been cast just now.

"It's a stitching monster~ What's the point of such a monster hiding?" King Sanjay raised his scepter and spat out a phrase: "Thunder and lightning." ”

Viklor's whole body shook suddenly, and there was a huge explosion and roar where he stood. Before the voodoo sorcerer could resist him, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and plunged into the earth like a sharp blade.

"How does it feel? A humble voodoo maniac. King Sanjay said lightly, "There is a world of difference between your black magic and my words. ”