Burning Night desperately poured a useless refreshing drink like garbage into his mouth, and pushed the door in a slightly rude manner, it seemed that he had completely ignored his deliberately pretended gentleman to scale, "Two news, Nightjuan is dead." ”

"Dead? How did he die? So aren't we going to come in vain this time? ”

"I heard that he died of illness, but it's a pity that his son Night Kite inherited his identity as the principal, so this means that we have to deal with a hairy boy who has not grown all his teeth this time, and there is also news, according to me, I have been lurking in the elite martial arts training room inside the Academy of Martial Arts in the past few days... In the chess and card room of the supper stall next to the grocery store opposite the gate, I learned that there are still forces on this island that are enemies of the Horror Academy, and their names seem to be Botong. ”

"I see! You mean we're going to join forces with them to take out the Academy of Spirits, right? Aemon took the case, and his smug look made it seem as if he had finished the academy and returned with a beauty.

"Oh! Oh my God, did you forget to wax your head? Just the three of us want to unite a small organization to take down the Academy of Spirits? You might as well expect a thunderbolt from the sky to kill the night kite directly. ”

"And what do you mean?"

"Let's get rid of the Platinum Tung and carry the head of the Platinum Tung leader to negotiate with the Night Kite."

The name of the leader of the Botong organization is Ozkaya, he seems to have been born to know how to fight against the Zombie Academy, it is not too much to describe him as cunning, he once used his own self-made weapons to eliminate five Zombie Magicians, you must know that there are only more than 20 people who can become Wizards on such a small island that no one cares about, it can be seen that the loss of five students is a painful blow to the Zombie Academy, and Ozkaya's actions have also won the favor of some people on the island, They had long since had enough of the soft confinement that the Academy of Horror called it to protect the people.

"So... We're going to have to get into this organization first? ”

"No, this Ozkaya doesn't accept outsiders, we have two options, sneak in and wipe his neck, or just rush in and kill him personally." Burning Night eventually gave the choice to Aemon and Rorian.

"Keep the sound down, let's not be too high-profile." Rorian, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally proved that he was still alive with practical actions.

"Good! Walk! Burning Night put down the can, and although he had only slept for twelve hours in the past four days, he was outwardly full of energy like a mad dog out of a cage.

"Where are you going?"

"Go out into the streets before you turn into butterflies."

There is no market on the island of Lonely Vulture, only a few small shops scattered around, after all, the existence of a small market on a small island with only a hundred people does not affect the normal life of the residents at all, they only need to buy some foreign toiletries and clothes regularly.

Burning Night smiled and handed a set of women's shirts and vests to Rorian, "Wear this, this set can at least reflect yours better than the trench coat on your body... Gender,Loriam-san.。 ”

Rorian glared, but still obediently put on the vest, "This little dress is really twisted, and it is not comfortable at all." ”

"You have to learn to adapt, I haven't bought you high heels yet..."Burning Night's words were interrupted by a sight in his eyes.

It was an old man in his last years, he bowed his waist and coughed violently, it seemed that he would not live long, and there was an inconspicuous dusty old goods in front of him, but only one thing was absolutely eye-catching, it was an inky black short knife, compared to the common laser sword now, it was more like an ornament hung on the waist of the ancient nobles, and the burning night gently picked it up, the weight was surprisingly heavy, and the black blade was engraved with a line of ancient characters half a head smaller than an ant.

"How much does this knife cost?"

The old man gently raised three of his slender, withered fingers, "Three." ”

"Three hundred?"

"Three thousand." Now it is enough to see why no one will buy this knife.

Burning Night was not surprised to hear this number for some reason, and he cleared his throat and said, "It's time for you to bleed, big brother." This was clearly addressed to Eamon, who was whistling on the side.

"What? You're not mistaken, right? You're going to buy a broken knife for 3,000 dollars? I see that you don't look like a Kaizi, such a broken knife in the flea market in the civilian area can buy a hundred at most, right? ”

"You talk so much, don't you think I don't know how much silver Wobense gave you before leaving, and besides, I have already left a large amount of accommodation and catering expenses for you, please eat hairy crabs for free for four days, and you don't even want to spend 30,000 yuan?" Burning Night is not bad, his identity as a fake sorcerer has indeed allowed Eamon and Rorian to eat, drink, and live in the top configuration in the past four days.

"Okay, okay, buy, buy, buy." Aemon took out a small stack of large bills starting with a thousand words from his pocket, took out three of the oldest and most worn ones, and handed them to the old man.

The old man took the bill and kicked the knife with his foot, signaling that Burning Night could take it, judging from his expression, he not only had no feelings for the knife that had accompanied him for many days, but even some disgust.

Burning Night didn't care about this, bent down to pick up the knife and carefully looked at this short knife, if you look at the handle alone, this short knife is just an old antique that often appears in the antique shop window full of cobwebs and no one cares, but this inky black blade made of unknown material is a little different, for some reason Burning Night feels that since this short knife was held in his hand, an inexplicable sense of excitement has emerged in his brain.

"Trail cub." The old man opened his mouth, which had few yellow teeth left, and his voice sounded like that of a man in his twenties and thirties: "I advise you not to carry this knife with you... This knife is so evil, I remember ten years ago, I haven't become this ghost, with that damn curiosity I spent a little money from the flea market to buy this knife, in fact, the day I bought it back there was a strange thing, I can always feel a deep voice calling me, telling me to return the things to him, alas, if I had been a little smaller at that time, I threw this knife, maybe I would not have fallen into such a field, I once had a friend who persuaded me, he said that this is a weapon used by the ancient demon marquis, mortals can't control it, It's a pity that I hated that I was young and vigorous back then, and I thought I could control this short knife and create a career, but if you look at me now, I have only lived for twenty-nine years! I don't want to die! ”

"Then why didn't you sell this knife at a low price earlier?"

"Why? That's right! Why! To put it nicely, I also stored some hope in this knife, I hope that one day it will pity me, in order to study how to control it, I have lost my job, and the person I love the most has left me, but until now I still have my ridiculous heroic dreams, because I don't want to go back to the slums, I don't like to live a hungry stomach and whispering every day, I have been with it for many years, there is no credit and hard work, but what about it? It's still like a stone that won't move or sing, now, my days are not long, since you want this knife so much, I'll give it to you, I'm also considered to be good, and it's good for people to die... Hahaha! O ancient gems! Ancient Jewels! You've hurt me so badly," the old man laughed, and left with his back hunched over