Then Nick began to sort out the pile of cookie jars on the shelves. He dusted the shelves while turning the label side of the jar outward. He looked around with Miss Hana's spell materials as he went.

The feathers of the chabi bird - weird, aren't the feathers of the chabi bird all royal blue? weishenme The feathers in this jar are light blue? It looks like a much cheaper rudder feather?

Peggy Bulbs - Tick remembers that Peggy bulbs were characterized by black spots on them, but these bulbs looked like regular garlic with spots on them disguised as Peggy bulbs with black pen dots on them?

Sparse Moth Scale Powder - Rick is very sure that this is not a sparse moth scale powder, it will not reflect light. Since it looked a lot like chocolate drink powder, Xike couldn't help but open the jar and smell it, and the smell of damp chocolate powder came to his face.

Xi Ke checked all the way, and many of the materials had the problem of inconsistent labels and contents, but they were at least a little similar in subtlety, at least they didn't let Xi Ke see strawberry sandwich cakes and the like, and even laymen could see that it was not a spell material.

Cheek picked up an unlabeled jar and wiped it, and through the glass he saw that there were circles of hair of various colors, brown, red, black, blonde, and other very long hairs. Judging by the shine and texture, he thought it should be human hair.

After wiping the shelf, Rick began to sweep the floor. He carefully slipped the broom into the crack and swept it up, sweeping out a large amount of dust, as expected, and some scraps of paper. Worried that it was an important document, he picked it up and found that it was a shopping receipt, on which he saw many familiar items.

Tea is more than a bird's feather, a hardware coin - the market price is a silver coin, right?

Peggy bulbs, half a pound and ten gold coins—aren't they all sold for about fifty silver in a pack of ten kilograms?

Sparse moth scale powder - the price of two gold per gram at the bottom is already very exaggerated, and it is actually crossed out and written with four gold?

Was Hana deceived, or did she pay such a price to the material supplier knowing that it was so?

He didn't have time to think too much, he heard a sound in the direction of the doorway, and quickly stuffed the paper into his pocket and emptied the dust into the trash.

The door to the studio opened, and Miss Hana came in with a large plastic box and threw it directly on the work desk, and the muddy water in it splashed out and seeped into the cracks that Xike had just cleaned.

"Kill all these frogs and deal with them. Hana said.

Nick looked at the box, and there were fifteen palm-sized frogs in it. Xi Ke obediently slaughtered the frogs, sorted the skin and flesh of the internal organs, I don't know if it was Hana or the supplier's fault, after he disposed of a dozen gold-threaded frogs, he actually found that there were two blue-threaded ones. The gold and blue lines are much worse in terms of spell use, and they can't be mixed together. Even in the same way that Miss Hana kept the spell materials, it didn't take long for the pure materials to become unusable.

Xi Ke once heard that the family mage is the most serious in the various mage professions. Because ordinary people don't know how to judge the ability of a mage, family mages often rely on a mouth to work. As long as you have a beautiful education or can blow beautifully, you can get a high salary.

If the spell doesn't work, in addition to blowing nonsense, making simple spells as difficult as climbing to the sky, and rationalizing one's own failures, there is also "It's another family mage who is hindering me. This is a universal excuse. It is said that some house mages spend hours out of body every day. To say that you are fighting with a mage from another family in a place with a dazzling name, such as the Heavenly Realm or the Spirit Realm, is actually just dozing off.

As far as Xi Ke observed, Miss Hana probably belonged to the group of family mages with the worst quality.

Nick stuffed two blue-threaded frogs into his pocket, ready to release them later.

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Nick continued to do chores for Hana until dinner time. There is still some time to take a shower before eating. Nick went to the staff bathroom to wash off all the bad air. After seeing the desolate dormitory, he thought that the bathroom might also have to be bathed in the open air in this weather, but it turned out to be much better than he expected. It's all the basic equipment, it's clean, and there are personal separate compartments to use. Probably because the relationship between the other servants in this room who are not under Hana's control also has to be used, it is definitely not Hana's virtue and politics.

While Rick was undressing, another man came in. The man had silky hair, and although he had left work, his hairstyle was still neat and neat, and he looked serious and careful. He was dressed in a waiter's suit, and after neatly taking off his clothes, he revealed a well-defined but not overly exaggerated muscle. The man walked gracefully, his eyes didn't wander, and he entered the cubicle without even looking at Xi Ke. It feels like an ancient warrior.

Xi Ke thought to himself: With such a healthy body, with his blood to write a summoning circle, he should be able to summon quite good demons, for example- thinking of this, Xi Ke hurriedly stopped himself. He is no longer an evil mage, and he can no longer look at people with such eyes!

Rick glanced at himself in the mirror, and the clump of rotten grass on his head would always warp no matter how much he washed it. The two rows of ribs on the chest are obvious, and the hands and feet are long and thin, like bird claws, and the proportions with the body are strange. It is exactly the same as the image of the villain mage who hides in a cave and laughs and curses the villagers.

He sighed and went into the cubicle, squeezing a pile of shampoo out of the bottle, trying to scrub his black hair, which seemed to be stuck with oil forever.

When he couldn't make the bubbles, he heard the man's voice next door, "Are you Hana's new assistant?"

It turned out that he had seen Xi Ke. Nick always felt a little hostile in his voice. Rick replied, "Yes, yes. 」

"What's your name, what do you do?" the man asked.

"Rick Tregg. He honestly reported his name, but he didn't ask honestly, "What about you?" He knew that the man was unilaterally questioning him, but he wouldn't ask people obediently.

The other party was silent for a while, and Zuihou chose to answer, "Varu. Judging by the tone of his voice, he might have been a little worried that Rick would be able to spell him if he knew his name. But it's rude not to answer, this person is not a person who will be rude to others.

"Hello Valu. He said, "I'll help her sweep the floor and cut the chickens today, and that's all." 」

"Didn't you help her cast spells on people, sacrifice human bones, and perform all kinds of strange rituals?"

It sounded like the kind of things that Hanna told Xik to do in the light of the day.

"So Hana is doing this kind of thing?" asked Rick.

"I don't know, but she looks like that kind of person! I warn you, don't go near Miss, and her little horn—"

"He's dead. Rick said.

"When didn't he die? He's always spinning around Miss, God knows what he's doing—"

"Can you help me drag him out?" Syk asked Varu, with a glimmer of hope.

"You should get out of here! you mages aren't good!"

With that, he heard Varu open the door to the cubicle and leave. By the time Syk had washed the bubble off and walked out, Varu was already far away.

After that, he went to the kitchen to get the food and brought it back to his room to eat. The dinner was rather miserable, and Syk wondered if it had something to do with Valu's attitude. The chef was only willing to give him hard bread and some meat scraps, and when scooping the soup, he avoided the ingredients, and finally gave him the whole braised egg, but when he gave it to him, he had a straight face, as if he had met a guest who had eaten and drunk for nothing when opening a restaurant.

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Xi Ke had nothing to do, and obediently squatted on the floor of the room to eat. Xiao Horn lay there as he did before he went out, not moving. He crouched next to Xiao Horn's corpse, observing and eating. He used to have to deal with corpses in the Night Order, and he was used to being around corpses up close, so he didn't feel afraid.

Xiao Horn was wearing a dark purple mage robe, a color that could hide the stains, which was the first choice for a poor mage like Xi Ke who couldn't afford to buy a few clothes. Xiao Horn is older than Xi Ke, about twenty-seven years old. He is thin and has many acne scars on his skin. Nick had thought it was because it was too cold and the leaky room had become a natural freezer, but he found that Horn was holding an empty glass bottle in his hand. After carefully examining the remaining plant cilia at the bottom of the bottle, Nickchai may have committed suicide.

He recognized what plant it was from. That kind of plant decent mage usually doesn't touch, and even if it does, it's to learn how to deal with it. In the Dark Academy opened by the Night Order, it is one of the official courses. That plant is called sweet stamen. The name is harmless, the taste is harmless, it is sweet, and it has a powerful flavor enhancement effect when added to the dish. It is known as "the most delicious poison".

Rick and his roommate at the Dark Academy once joked, "If someone's cooking skills suddenly improve, don't eat what he makes." Just a small amount of this stuff can hit the stomach and intestines, and a small amount is enough to kill you. In the academy, Rick once watched the teacher demonstrate. Animals don't eat this, but after being force-fed, the animals die quickly.

The sweet grass has a strong antiseptic effect, and the carcass of the animal has not been treated at all, and there is no decay after a long time. This is the reason why Xiao Horn's body did not decompose. Xi Ke searched Xiao Horn's body for a long time, but he couldn't find the room key. It was inconvenient, and he couldn't lock the door when he wasn't there.

Rick swallowed the pitiful dinner, then opened the luggage he had put down earlier. He unraveled the protective spells he had cast on the suitcase and took out the contents one by one. He had only a few second-hand pieces of clothing, a rather barely ripped coat in the weather, two pairs of socks and a pair of gloves sponsored by a charity. There is also a "Dictionary of Magical Terms" published by the National Demon Court. The National Demon Court is the official name of the "Staff of Light", but the folk are accustomed to calling it the "Staff of Light".

The cover of this hardcover hardcover book features a glowing staff, 26.7 centimeters high, 19.8 centimeters wide, and 7.9 centimeters thick. It contains explanations of all spell terms, and is a must-have reference book for all mages. I heard that this book is nicknamed "Demon Court Murder Weapon" in major mage universities. The students agreed that the book was a good place to smash people's heads. Somehow, in the dormitory of Mage University, where the pressure of exams has skyrocketed, when a brawl breaks out between boarders, it is often not a fireball that flies out first, but the book.

Thinking of Mage University, Xi Ke wanted to sigh again. He joined the Night Order from an early age and learned magic at the Academy of Darkness. The learning experience of the Dark Academy, of course, is impossible for civilized society to recognize. He was only able to attend the mage make-up school after the amnesty. If it weren't for his poor academic qualifications, his abilities would definitely be much better than Hanna's. But he could only do chores for other people, and he didn't encounter any spell-related work all day.

Rick took out all the contents of his luggage, stuffed them into the crates that made up the bed, and cast protective spells one by one. He carefully added anti-goblins, demons, demons, elves, humans, and monsters...... and so on, and even the anti-zombie ones have been added. God knows if Little Horn will get up and rummage through his luggage. It was not unusual for him for a dead man to get up!