At twilight, the Krubel neighborhood.

Gortick followed the address on the note to Sir Wilson's house in Oak Woods, where he met him in Seraf's Tango of the Roses, and both were loyal audience members of the play. After several meetings to drink, the other party bought a large batch of spices from him, and today is the delivery time, in order to show his sincerity, he decided to come in person.

The Oak Quarter is the closest piece of land to the aristocratic quarter in the entire Krubel district, and is therefore the most expensive. I heard that Sir Wilson's ancestor was a duke, and he also lived in the Cruze neighborhood, but later his family fell into the middle of the road, so he had to move out little by little, and finally moved out of the noble district alive.

At first, it seemed to Gotick that this excuse was nothing short of. After all, every "hypocritical" "nobleman" who lives in the Krubel neighborhood says so, how his ancestors are...... In reality, however, the true aristocrats would rather move back to their territory away from Falan than live in such a place. They call it self-esteem and integrity, and that's why the Krubel neighborhood is separated by a wall from the Crucey neighborhood, but the difference in land prices is by a single digit.

So he always thought Sir Wilson was lying to himself.

But when he saw the other party's home, he had to believe it.

Gotik is a person who has studied aristocratic culture, and naturally can see that the style of this house is very classical, far from being comparable to the nouveau riche......

I'm afraid that this house was expelled from the circle at that time...... The circle moves, but the house doesn't.

In this way, he can also make up for Sir Wilson's father's repeated relocation because of their shyness, and always stick to the bottom line and stay in the Cruze neighborhood, but in the end they did not escape the fate of being abandoned by the "boundary......

It's really impermanent.

With this emotion, he knocked lightly on the iron door.

Unlike the other upscale estates in the Krubel neighborhood, this house doesn't have any advanced, convenient magic surveillance equipment, and after tens of seconds, a maid hurries to open the door, followed by a butler standing at the door to sort out the bow tie.

Look, this is the real aristocracy! Carry out your demeanor to the end, and don't compromise with the nobles who are called convenient and lazy magic technology!

Gotik shook his spirits and walked in a little reservedly. The butler led him to the drawing-room, where Sir Wilson was sitting drinking coffee and reading the newspaper.

"Sit."

His expression looked slightly serious, and Gotik was a little confused.

He sat at the end of the long table, separated by at least four seats, and he should not be able to read the words in the newspaper, but Gotik could read it...... He perceives much better than normal people, and can even extend like a mage, so it is not difficult to perceive that this is a copy of Smanius.

This issue of the weekly magazine continues the content of the previous issue, and is talking about the lack of aristocratic spirit and the interference of the tower in the teaching content of Jialan Academy.

It pointed the finger at the nobles, saying that the compromise and connivance of this group of people had made the tower close step by step, and the Jialan people had lost their pride and dignity as the people of the mage empire, and even the twelve mages who gave their lives had been forgotten, what else could not be forgotten? Slowly, their ancestors, the ancient lineage, will be abandoned, leaving only faith in the goddess, an ethereal faith.

This is no longer a roundabout irony, but a frontal fire...... Surprisingly, however, the Elemental Tower has yet to respond.

"Mr. Gotik."

Sir Wilson spoke suddenly, awakening Gotick, who was immersed in the contents of the newspaper. He hurriedly responded, "Yes, I'm here, my lord." ”

"Did you bring what I wanted?"

"Brought, two truckloads of stone phosphorus phantom butterfly wing dust, one cart of red fire Luo stem and leaf grinding powder, the things are now stored in the public warehouse at the entrance of the Krubel block, and they can be delivered at any time." As he spoke, he reached out and pulled out the communication stone.

"Don't worry, I'll let someone pick it up."

"That'...... It's good. ”

Gotik shoved the communication stone back.

But the moment he took it out, he realized that the stone was cold...... This means that it is temporarily unusable.

What enchantment is blocking it? Isn't this a magically insulated manor?

Gortick looked back at Sir Wilson with suspicion. Today's jazz looks much more serious, not at all as frivolous as the usual mouth is full of meat jokes, and there seems to be a murderous aura between his eyebrows.

Gotik had always had a good sense of it, which was why he was able to come to Falan City from a small place like the Hilde Hills, and mix it up so well.

He had a casual conversation with Sir Wilson, and seeing that he was preoccupied, he got up and took his leave, intending to leave quickly.

"Haven't you forgotten something?"

Gotik was slightly stunned.

"What?"

Jazz smiled, "You forgot to take the money with you." ”

"Hehe......" Gotik laughed a little forcefully, he was so flustered that he even forgot about it.

"I'll send someone to pick up the goods with you, and pay by the way."

Jazz beckoned to the butler and whispered a few words in his ear, and the butler stepped out of the other door.

A few minutes later, Gotik walked out of the manor along with a dozen or so guard-like men. Gortic, intentionally or unintentionally, glanced at the back half of the manor, which looked like a creeping beast in the dim sky, and no one knew what it was hiding in its belly.

These dozen or so people walked lightly, and there was no lack of a calm and decisive temperament when they walked, and they consciously or unintentionally surrounded Gothik in the middle, which made him feel an indescribable sense of depression.

It's fine if you're the key person you're protected, but now you feel more like a prisoner, a prisoner with nowhere to run......

After the goods were handed over, and they were seen driving away in the carriage, Gotik breathed a sigh of relief. In such a short distance, he broke out in a cold sweat, and now that he thinks about it carefully, this group of guys dressed as subordinates didn't say a word to him along the way, what kind of self-discipline is this......

Tonight is the celebration day, the biggest event of the Jialan people before the end of the year, and the street not far away is a bustling crowd, pushing each other towards the gate of the imperial city. The magic street lamps on both sides were bright and mild, but Gotic didn't feel cold for no reason.

It occurred to him that the two phosphor powders that Sir Wilson had purchased were spices separately, but together they could be used as explosives...... In addition, such a group of disciplined people suddenly appeared in the manor of the other party, which seemed to be shielded from magic items......

Gotik shuddered.

Tonight, something big may be happening.