Is it ridiculous?

It's ridiculous!

Less than a minute ago, Mark was savoring the deliciousness of the crab claws, feeling the rich bouncy of Wright's spaghetti, and frantically secreting saliva for it.

A minute later, at this moment, the crab, which was supposed to die without waiting for another death, attacked him.

It was just a fraction of a second before the arteries and veins in his neck were about to get stuck. Even if you don't suffocate to death due to lack of oxygen to the brain, most of them will die violently because the throat is cut off by the next pinching blow.

A piece of spirit silk appeared just right!

"Shhh

The lobster pincers, larger than the palm of Mark's hand, split in four or five under Minnie's attack, and were cut into irregular carapace pieces. The two small lobster eyes that were still flashing with a strange aura a second ago were also chopped into several pieces.

"Whew! Phew—" Mark felt that the air was so fresh and lovely, and it took him a few seconds to come back to his senses and ask, "Minnie, do you know what's going on?" ”

Miss Doll grew from the void to the size of a human, she first shook her head, then tilted her head: "Mark...... It's more fragrant. ”

Fragrant?

Mark's eyes widened, his mind full of question marks.

"Former handsome...... Soul...... It's a little fragrant...... Now it's more fragrant......"

Mark suddenly thought of a question, was it because he used 20 dice too much, causing the soul to emit a soul aura that only [anomalous] beings could smell?

That's a bit of a hassle.

Mark hurriedly dug out the three 'blind boxes' he got in the afternoon.

The giant Conrad was nothing special, it was a soul oath with a soul mark swearing that he would serve Mark for the rest of his life as long as his revenge was completed.

A man with this kind of revenge script must first survive before it can come in handy.

Then there is the merchant's trade.

A very simple knitted pocket emerges from the unreal, first translucent, then completely solid. This means that this thing can travel through the spirit world, and it is an [anomaly] in itself.

Looking at the note that Miss Merchant had left on it, Mark quickly understood why this thing was recognized by the scales.

[(Endless Gold Coin Money Bag) :D-level anomalous treasure, it can automatically collect gold, silver, copper and other precious metals within a radius of 100 meters, and generate gold, silver, and copper pounds of the Victorian Empire in the pocket, and its finished products cannot even distinguish the authenticity of the most professional money inspectors. The downside is that it triggers the Church of Wealth's probing spell. If you can't absorb the precious metal for three days in a row, you will enter a state of 'thirst' and will need to invest at least three Victorian silver pounds to return to normal. 】

The note left by the merchant lady wrote the usage: Carry it in the carriage every day and walk around the city. In this way, the precious metals privately collected by the people in the city will be unconsciously short of two catties, but on the surface it looks that the gold, silver and bronze vessels are dirty, such as gray, and the color is darkened or something.

Obviously, she needs a lot of money in the near future and can't care about this long-term meal ticket.

That's why she offered to redeem the purse with an equivalent item in the future.

She was really reluctant.

Mark thought for a moment, she couldn't lie to him for such a thing. After all, according to the environment at the time, she still wanted to do something, and it was really dead.

As for the things given by the male aristocracy, it is even less likely that something will happen.

It was a [Mechanical] silver-level thanksgiving scroll.

It probably means that he had helped the Mechanics, and in order to repay him, the Mechanics wrote an IOU. IOUs are transferable, and whoever takes them to the Mechanics will do them a favor as much as they can.

Of course, the Church of the Mechanical God has a test to determine whether the comer has used violence and other dishonorable means to give away the Thanksgiving Scroll.

This is a very aristocratic operation. I don't have to press my own property, but I also repay the favor very well.

Typical non-stick causal operations.

"Neither of these! That's the trouble. Mark cupped his cheeks and meditated.

Luckily, Mark has another identity that might help him with this problem - remember, he's also a student of occult studies at the National University of Mistry.

The school system of the Wright Empire is different from that of Earth, don't look at it is still late August, in fact, the freshman and sophomore students have already started school.

Mark quickly entered the bedroom, rummaged through the cabinets and took out his student ID card and study list, and looked at it, his face suddenly became strange.

"That dead ghost is really a 'good student'!"

The university implements a credit system, and in addition to the required courses, a large number of elective credits are required to graduate. The original owner's grades are a bit indescribable, and he is like a dead line soldier in most subjects, and he just got the D-level evaluation that he just passed. I don't know if it was because of his handsome face, the mentors let him go.

It's a pity that there are still two compulsory courses that have failed.

Exactly that includes "History of the Anomaly". It stands to reason that if he takes credits before July next year, he will be able to graduate smoothly, and then find a clerical job and wait for death.

As long as he still wants this diploma, he can't avoid this hurdle. In a way, this is a bad play of fate.

Mark wasn't interested in playing school games at all.

He really didn't have a choice.

He summoned the manservant hired by the landlady and cleaned up the food plates that were no longer unusual. I started thinking about tomorrow's school trip.

Extremely tired, he finally fell asleep groggily under the protection of Minnie.

Luckily, the night was fine.

Early the next morning, after Mark's washing, he went to school after a long absence.

The Kensington School District, where the school is located, is also divided into two zones. Located halfway up the mountain, the Upper District is the real school where the school is located, mainly apartments for staff and students, as well as various living facilities.

The city of St. Leyden was originally made up of two fortresses that could cover each other and were built along the cliffs, and it was originally known as the Twin Cities.

With the advent of the era of steam engines and cannons, the towering walls and treacherous terrain were no longer the core elements of the city, and the houses built by the commoners under the castle were slowly enclosed, and the city of St. Leyden was now more extensive and majestic.

The larger hill became the aristocratic Upper Town, while the smaller hill became the College District, which was divided between three schools, including the University of Mistry.

To say it's small, it's just relative.

Mistry University alone covers an area of more than 120,000 square meters. The buildings above and the underground space created by the hollowing out of the caves are not known to outsiders.

After Mark went out, he walked for about five minutes to the cable car platform.

The cable car is 1.5 kilometers long, 280 meters above sea level, the whole journey takes 6 minutes, and the cable car makes 100 round-trips a day.

In addition to taking a horse-drawn carriage to school, this is the most convenient means of transportation.

This is a special train to the college, and no one wearing a student uniform or a teacher ID card can even enter the station.

The cable is tilted at 45 degrees, and sitting in the cable car is like entering a tin cage, which is full of nostalgia for Mark. The cable car is not big, only three carriages, and it can seat about 100 people when it is full.

As soon as Mark arrived at the same stepped platform, he immediately became the focus of the audience.

"Ahh So handsome! ”

"I know, he's Mark Destini of the Mystry Mystical Department!"

This kind of drama often happens to Mark before and after the crossing.

Not surprisingly, two good-looking girls trotted over one after another, one stammering to introduce herself, and the other was subtle, handing over a small envelope sprayed with perfume.

Mark politely accepted the small envelope, politely declined, and then immediately heard two girls sobbing quietly not far away.

This...... It's going to be hard to do.

He could only pretend to be stupid and look at the next cable car that was about to enter the platform.

This old-fashioned cable car reminded him of the green train he had taken by chance before crossing, and it was difficult to talk about comfort. The wind blowing from the small fan spinning overhead is not as hot as the hot air blowing in from the old-fashioned half-open sliding windows.

However, "in order to show off the elegant demeanor of the students", the school's summer uniforms are long-sleeved. The black cotton jacket itself is the best heat absorber in summer, and it is really hot to death.

Imagine that the carriage will be crowded like canned sardines, plus the cries of girls...... Even if it's just a few minutes by car, it's going to make the mark look like years.

Obviously, he didn't do anything bad, but he was stunned like a scumbag who had been messing up and abandoned.

It is a double punishment of physical and social nature.

Just as Mark was suffering from psychological torture, suddenly a taxi carriage brought people to the platform.

The aristocracy and the real people of status certainly had their own carriages. If a person of a certain status, such as a bank manager, wants to come to the aristocratic district or the Kensington school district, he needs a horse-drawn carriage.

Mark rushed out of the platform and beckoned, "The main entrance of Mistry School!" ”

Under normal circumstances, the carriage needs to be reserved, otherwise the driver has every reason to refuse to carry it.

When the coachman straightened his face and was about to read the line of rejection seriously, a green thing flashed in front of him, and the straight facial lines all turned into soft curves.

One trip, 20 Wright Yuan is the sky.

A hundred?

You are the embodiment of the goddess of wealth!

Mark can't say anything, and directly uses the ability to reduce the dimensionality of money, and makes the onlookers look stupid.

As everyone knows, the two girls who had just been rejected cried even louder.

"He'd rather ride in an expensive carriage than stay with me a few more minutes!"

“……”

It took fifteen more minutes, and after seven turns and eight turns of the mountain road, I finally arrived

As if fleeing for his life, Mark strode towards the school he remembered as soon as he got out of the car.

The school gate is quite majestic, but it is no longer the castle gate of the old days. On the motor-driven fence iron gate, the top of each black iron branch is a relief of the academy's discipline.

There are not only elemental totems of the elemental system, but also birds and beasts of the natural system, and then there is the relief of the vortex shape of the mysterious system where he is located.

At the door, guards in uniform in blue uniforms check students' student IDs.

As Mark walked down the avenue 'as he did before' with his student ID in his hand, he was suddenly stopped by a doorman wearing a strange pirate-style blindfold in his left eye.

"Wait! Are you on the wrong track? ”

"Wrong?" Mark wondered.

"Your way is over there!" The doorman pointed to a quiet tree-lined path next to the avenue.

Mark blinked.

Even if he rummaged through the memories of the dead ghosts, he didn't understand. After entering the school gate, there are two paths leading to the main building. A standard stone brick avenue, which 95% of the students walked, of course, was sunburned to death in this scorching hot ghost weather. The other is the boulevard, which is lined with ten-meter-high cypress trees that block most of the sunlight, and there are various statues standing on the side of the road.

The dead ghost had tried to take this comfortable path before, but was blasted back by the doorman and was not allowed to walk.

Ask the doorman, but the doorman doesn't say.

Mark looked closely, and really didn't see any difference between the two paths.