The sun soon sank as it dimmed, replaced by a dark night adorned with bright stars, and the cool breeze and the cries of the birds returning to their nests echoed in the land of Mamat, where the lights were lit up one by one.

In the dim night, a sloppy horse-faced man in ragged clothes slowly appeared on the street of Wangdu, this person showed an abominable smile on his face from time to time, and his mouth also glanced at the passing women from time to time, provoking the surrounding crowd to cast disgusted and disdainful eyes.

The big man didn't think so, laughed and walked into a thriving street tavern, and when he entered the door, he didn't forget to greedily stare at the snow-white chest of the exposed girl standing on the street outside the tavern, which caused the latter to curse angrily.

The tavern called 'Old Fellow' was bustling with people. The atmosphere is hot, and the wooden space with unrefined decoration is filled with the sounds of conversation between drinkers, and the occasional sound of being scolded by the waitress for molesting her.

The proprietor was a tall, muscular man, and his fierce eyes stared straight at the 'beggar' in front of him, who was just swaggering in front of the large bar, constantly watching the customers in the tavern.

"Hey, wanderers aren't welcome here."

If the man hadn't smelled the smell of the big man, he would have thrown it out early in the morning in order to avoid the impact of his image.

The sloppy man seemed to think of something, and with a flat expression, he took out a piece of gold and shiny gold coins and gently placed it on the table.

"I just want spirits, the stronger the better, and find some change by the way."

The boss looked at it in surprise for a few moments, and then took out bottles of cloudy wine in glass bottles from the wooden shelves arranged behind him, and placed them neatly in front of the hungry man.

Soon, a young man with a handsome face but a strong smell of wine staggered out of the tavern, sipped a slightly sour liquor, and wandered through the streets with a flushed face, attracting some men and women from time to time towards him, but they were all driven away by the drunken young man.

"It should be about the same as that."

In order to cover up the fact that after killing the Hawkeye Wizard, Mebis made a lot of pungent smells along the way, and the reason why she didn't clean the scene was because she wanted to give the other party a disdain to manage, and then cooperate with the drama she just played, probably to get rid of the connection with herself.

But it is not ruled out that the other party may use spells such as going back in time, if you really want to die, your little tricks can't bury the other party at all, and from the perspective of criminal psychology, the possibility of the other party squatting at the gate of the city is very large, so you can only live here now, and then find a chance to smuggle away.

In order to hide his sloppiness, he chose a low-cost hotel in a dark corner.

The environment of the hotel is indescribable, but after all, the price is there, and Mebes, who has been accustomed to simple wooden houses since childhood, is relatively acceptable, and if you ignore the high screams in the room on the left, sometimes the physique is too good and there are disadvantages.

Lighting the dim oil lamp, Mebis planned to wait for the man and woman to stop before speaking, and spend her spare time checking the loot after killing the Hawkeye Wizard.

The huge storage ring shone with a dazzling light in the dusk, and at a glance he knew that he was superior to him.

Then he used his mental power to erase the imprint on it, and his now hotel-sized storage space was littered with strange objects, but they were all neatly combed, and Mebis silently saluted the Hawkeye wizard in his heart, saving him the trouble of retidying.

There was nothing in the space that was derived from perverts, a small pile of magic stones, a few books by professional wizards, a set of sharp knives that blew cold, two complicated witchcraft templates, and a few small parts left.

"It's. . . Rotten Swamp? ”

"Neymar"

He picked up a small black skull, its major wizarding organizations have iconic identity tags, and there are only a few organizations dominated by skulls, and it is not difficult to recognize Mebis, who has already written down the general mark.

There will inevitably be friction between wizards, life and death are really common for wizards, as long as the core seed does not die, the rest of the apprentices are sharpened with their own lives, and almost every wizard organization defaults to the rules, but they are not worried about the other party's grudges.

And all he was afraid of was the other fellow wizards that might exist behind him.

Livestock: Muscles and Bones

"On the Functions of Different Parts of the Body"

Neurology: Primary Modification

"I like wizards who study hard."

Again admired the diligent Hawkeye wizard... Neymar, after all, there is no wizard who does not love books, and the pursuit of truth is not just talking, but also requires his own rigorous and firm practical actions.

Gently putting down these well-kept professional books, Mebis took out two copies of the extremely precious spell.

Unlike the speed of the magical pocket fruits and vegetables of the dryads, this kind of copy requires a lot of time to translate, and then little by little to build a spell model in the Sea Demon Source, although it is not clear if other wizarding organizations use the same method to sell spell templates, but he personally prefers the method of the magic house.

The imprinting of spells requires unique words to carry the subtleties contained in them, and the lingua franca is only used in daily life, while some ancient books and relics need different writing systems to interpret, which gives birth to many convenient wizard spells, such as Monsling, one thousand and one transliteration and other spells.

"Apollo, Apo, Bobo.."

Mebis urged his mental power and recited a series of awkward incantations.

There is a black cloud flickering in the sea of consciousness, and if you look at the words in the outside world, you can roughly decipher the meaning of the words.

"Compression"

"Fujimanjutsu: Sticky"

After a quick flip through it, he first expelled the vine technique that he couldn't use, leaving a spell called the Qi Compression Technique.

Through the art of translation, Mebis understands that the principle of the technique is to use spiritual power to hook the air, and when used in space or the human body, it can wrap the outside of the human body to form a vacuum bubble film, or increase the spiritual power to form a range of vacuum belts.

"No wonder I'm starved of oxygen."

Mebis remembered the sudden feeling of suffocation during the escape, which may not be powerful, but the wonder contained in it is well worth excavating.

Of course, this is just his personal imagination, and the detailed effect of this spell needs to be observed, after all, this is only a spell model, and he can't understand it without the user's notes.

And it may be associated with the Ancient Witch of Qi.

"207 magic stones, um.. It is estimated that it has just been squandered, otherwise it would be impossible for the savings of a senior second-level apprentice to be so little. ”

"A golden wind chime, and a small piece of stone?"

Mebes picked up the stone shards that were placed on their sides and looked at them, with flat transverse lines at both ends, more like a part of a complete round stone flakes.