"School of Spirits!?" Woburn's cigar almost didn't fall out of his mouth that was wide open in shock: "Have you been here for a long time and your brains have been damaged by rats?" Why are you going to that hell place? ”

"Hmm... It's hard to put into words, I need a ship, not too conspicuous, and a few helpers who don't want to die. Burning Night had expected Woburn to have this expression, and he didn't want to bother to say anything if he was tired of the harsh environment here, as long as he could leave here and let him clean the toilet for a week, he wouldn't refuse.

"Well... All right... I'll go with you. Woburn finally put out the cigar.

"No, you're still going to stay in the civilian area... Do you know where they are being held in Wucheng? ”

"According to reliable sources, Wu Cheng and Rona Klin are being held in the dark cabin prison... It's a prison for domesticating monsters, and the rest is unknown. ”

"Well done, Woburn, you stay in the civilian area and continue to look for clues, I don't want you to sleep in the arms of a drunken blonde when I return to the civilian area." Burning Night forced a smile on his face, he knew that being sent to the Dark Cabin Prison meant that Takejo and Rona Klin would be tortured inhumanely, and even brainwashed into becoming lackeys of the Empire.

"Burning Night... I don't want any of us to lose any of them, I mean... You're a good friend, and if you come back alive, I'll call Ammon to help you. ”

"Thank you, the person who could kill me is still in my mother's womb."

The Academy of Horror is located on a small island called the Lone Vulture, known as one of the most mysterious areas on the entire earth, no one knows when it was built, and no one knows who is running it, people only know that even the Grand Commander has to give the Academy of Horror three points, which shows that the strength of the Academy of Horror is not something that ordinary people can imagine.

The stench in the sewers was unbearable, but it wasn't much compared to Rat Nest Street. And why is the water in this sewer so deep? Aemon poured a glass of spirits and tried to ignore the stench that poured into his nostrils.

"Unless you have a pass, you're not afraid of four turtles suddenly jumping out and robbing us, are you?" Before the words of the scorching night fell, the sewage in the sewers began to stir uneasily.

"Oh... Da vinci? Raphael? Donadiro? Or Michelangelo, well... It doesn't seem like it's a tortoise. Burning Night said and pulled out the pistol in his arms.

The surging in the sewage stopped, but that didn't bode well, and before Night's brain could start spinning, the behemoth in the water opened its bloody jaws and rushed towards everyone.

It was a large crocodile, too big to speak, and it even had a few strands of the victim's clothes hanging from its front paws, and it was obvious that it was confident that it could tear the poor boat in front of it and its passengers to shreds in one bite, but its mouth was still not faster than Eamon's bullet.

Even the most ferocious and brutal monster could not resist a depleted uranium bullet fired into the brain, and it sank into the water with a few unwilling struggles in its eyes, "In the sewers... Got crocodiles? Or is it such a big one? Scorching Night slowed down for a few seconds before he reacted and exclaimed, it was the first time he had seen such a huge crocodile.

"I'm afraid this sewer is designed so deep to support this big guy, it should be used to defend against intruders, did you just see the rune on its head? That should be a sign of being forcibly tamed by a sorcerer. Aemon put away his gun and sat down again to refill his glass of vodka, his hand shaking slightly, as if he had just been frightened.

"I'm underestimating you, Gunslinger." Scorching Night continued to hold the rudder, and the destination was not far away.

In fact, the environment on this lone vulture island is not as smoky as everyone imagined, but there are some seasons like spring birds singing and flowers, there are no swarms of rats, the smell of dead fish, but there are neat residential buildings and a rainbow that only appears in fairy tales, this kind of scene even Rorian will be amazed when he sees it.

"I said it wasn't that bad, right? Now, do we choose to stay and scream like little girls, or do we find a place to stay first? Burning Night reacted and said, although the beautiful scenery is good, it is not edible, and in this case, it is still necessary to fill the stomach.

"Isn't that easy? Find a small hotel, the kind that doesn't require an ID card. ”

"Is it still a kind and idle old lady who cares about the shop? Wouldn't it be better to be next to the beach, which is full of swimsuit girls in bikinis? ”

"Yes, yes, that's it." Aemon's saliva was dripping uncontrollably, and he didn't know how he had stayed with Woburn for so long.

"I wish your marksmanship could make up for your IQ a little."

The group of people covered their faces and half-hid to the door of a small hotel, in such a semi-enclosed island that only received businessmen is definitely not easy to be suspected, the three of them walked into the hotel, and what they saw was a small but clean and tidy lobby, and a man sleeping at the front desk.

"Oh! Sorry my guest, is there anything I can do for you? The man heard the knocking sound and sat up like a startled bird.

"Uh... A triple room, thank you. Scorching Night suppressed his throat, trying to make his voice as low and hoarse as possible.

"Okay, please show me your merchant pass book." The man tapped on the computer keyboard without even lifting his head.

"Uh... This... We landed on the boat, can you be a little accommodating, you see I have a little money in my hands..."

"I'm afraid not, we can't provide you with accommodation without a pass, I'm going to sound the alarm." The man put away his flattering face and reached for the lever to the side.

"Wait!" Burning Night stretched out his right hand, and the man stopped his movements as if he cooperated, not that the man heard Burning Night's shout, but that he saw the black smoke coming out of Burning Night's hand.

"You... Are you a sorcerer? Oh my, Cindy! Get me a luxurious penthouse presidential suite and the best drinks... Mr. Wizard, I really don't know Tarzan, please go this way, we have prepared the most luxurious service for you. The man bowed and respectfully led the group to the door of the room.

"Okay, how did you turn some of your molecules into black smoke?" Aemon lay down on the soft couch and picked up an apple that was almost dripping red and nibbled on it.

"No... I don't mean to be molecular at all. Burning Night looked at his right hand, the black smoke just now was definitely not the kind that appeared when it was molecularized, it was more like it came out when Bella used the Pyrotechnic technique.