After a quarter of an hour, Ventroff finally understood what it meant to be a "golden businessman".

To put it in one word, it's everything.

The cartilaginous fish produced by the Snow Hell Ice Plain is fatty, fatty, and delicious, and is known as the freshest in the world. The green maple of the Moon Song Forest is drunk, mellow and refreshing, suitable for all ages. So much so that the dragon meat of San Setstian, the aged soft cheese of the Snowton Empire, and countless delicacies from the mountains and seas of the north and south of the world gathered here, and then were transported by merchants to all directions.

Seeing his wallet deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye, Ventrov's heart was bleeding, but his face still maintained a calm smile.

In order not to let these gold coins go to waste, he continued to introduce them in vain. It turned out that Afra, who was just trying to cheat a big meal, gradually became interested. She was freed from her stuffy state, and occasionally took the initiative to ask questions, much to the delight of the necromancer.

During this time, the coveted Dalgnan repeatedly passed by, but the two ignored him. He wanted to eat something, but in the end he could only leave in disdain, squatting at the door of the restaurant and waiting.

Although they are out of sight and out of mind, the two of them have eaten this meal for too long. It wasn't until Dalgnan had some back pain that Ventroff walked out of the restaurant hand in hand with Afra.

"Master Ventrov, let's go first. Afra bowed to the necromancer and said goodbye solemnly. In just one meal, it was as if a brand new door had been opened in front of the girl. Infinite mysteries and alluring powers, like the most novel and interesting toys, are waiting for her to explore and master. And according to Ventrov, with her brilliant talent, these are easy things.

"Be careful on the road. Ventrov smiled, his face full of kindness. He had never said so much in one breath in the past thousand years. It's not that I don't want to say it, but I don't have anyone to talk to. Just now, I told you all about my deep understanding of necromancy. It's really a bit hearty.

Watching Dargnan and Afra's backs fade away, Ventroff turned around and walked towards the east end of the town. From ancient times to the present day, every magician has expected to meet a gifted student who will perfectly inherit his mantle and carry it forward. This is the reason why the Arcane system is constantly improving. It is also an important support for the once flourishing of magical civilization.

But at the same time, a cold voice kept ringing in his heart, reminding him to remember the March covenant of the "death knell". Ventrov knew that he couldn't stay in the valley for long. And if "Death Knell" makes up his mind to do something to Allegri, it will inevitably affect the fish in the pond. What will happen to this little girl he fancy in the future is still an uncertain mystery.

The necromancer, who was a little heavy, walked around his small courtyard to make sure there were no signs of anything out of the ordinary. I opened the door and entered the house.

After a few breaths, Ventrov went to a quiet room on the second floor. The heavy silk curtains were airtight, and there was no light in the room, but of course it didn't affect his movements.

A moment later, a muffled chant sounded, and shadows began to wriggle, twisting and gathering like living creatures. Under its control, there are small insects that are not visible. Hop and fly around the room.

Combine the power of evil gods and borrow from the secret art of necromancy. This group of "shadow eaters" is one of Ventrov's most powerful means of detection.

Half bend the moon, climb to the top of the treetops, and then climb over the ridge of the mountain.

D'Dalgnan stood on the terrace on the second floor, enjoying the cool night breeze and the clear moonlight.

This time of day is his favorite time of day. The hazy night obscured the hustle and bustle of the world. But not too lonely. The voices of the people in the town were faintly heard, proving that he was not too far from the world, but the content of the words was not very clear, so as not to be disturbed by it.

Dargnan's gaze swept over a building not far away. I couldn't help but wonder in my heart. Just when the lights were on, Wentrove's small building was dark and there was no light, could it be that old guy who was so dark in his heart?

It wasn't a good thing, and Dargnon was more and more firm in his judgment. Afra, the little girl, who didn't know what was going on, had been thoughtful all afternoon, looking absent-minded.

Dargnan didn't know that Ventroff at this time was also "watching" himself. A small floater was lying on the wall behind him, faithfully reporting the wind and grass around him to its owner.

The necromancer rubbed the crystal ball in his hand and slowly opened his eyes. The flying insects he controlled had reached all corners of the river valley, forming a complete intelligence network. Especially in the core area of Allegri's apartment, Ventrov even laid more than a dozen "shadow eaters", paying close attention to the target's every move.

However, in order not to alert Allegri, he only turned on the hearing organs of the flying insects, so that the fluctuations emitted were more obscure and more difficult to detect.

He's back.

Ventrov's expression froze, and he listened intently. After the sound of footsteps and the grinding of tables and chairs, Allegri's voice was the first to sound,

"By the way, tomorrow you will gather a group of masters, be prepared, and prevent someone from deliberately sabotaging the ceremony. ”

"Okay," another calm voice asked, "Is the Fire Demon King really sure that he can get rid of the light and holy power in your body?"

"He didn't say anything," Allegri seemed a little distressed, "as if there was something else in my body, and it couldn't have been done by the Lord of Light, right?"

From this conversation, Ventroff extracted a lot of information in an instant. But when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but laugh to himself.

Silly boy, it wasn't the hands and feet of the Lord of Light, but his precious and abnormal godhead.

However, what did he mean by the ritual? Ventrov frowned and pondered, Banargomo, the king of fire demons, he had naturally heard of it, but there was still a considerable gap between it and the Lord of Light, could it be that he had mastered some secret method to deal with the godhead?

This information is a bit interesting, and it must be reported to the "death knell" brother as much as possible. Of course, given the distance between the Herseus Valley and the whale cemetery, the "death knell" will certainly not be in time for tomorrow's ceremony. After all, he is just a "bed bug", not a shadow, and does not have that instantaneous method of messaging.

After thinking about it for a long time, Ventroff finally decided to wait and see what happened.

This ritual is a good opportunity for him to fully assess the process of the resurrection of the Divine Personality of Light, and how the situation will develop after that.

He didn't want to care, and he couldn't care......

Hey?

Ventroff frowned slightly, looked at the misty crystal ball, and began to parse the information sent back by the other mosquito.

Originally...... There are strong people lurking in the river valley. (To be continued......)

PS: (First update, 2000 words, trying to make some changes.) ）