"You can't possibly keep the Staff of Light silent like this, right?"

"Indeed. Although it is a hot potato, the Staff of Light has always hated being meddled in their household affairs. When I set out, I happened to pass by a mage in formal clothes, probably an envoy, to talk about it. 」

"Then if you obey the orders of the higher authorities this time, won't you harm the Holy Shield?" Xi Ke crossed his chest and leaned back in a more relaxed posture and said, "Your superiors are so messy, sooner or later they will be shoveled by the superiors, right? 」

"If I don't, I'll be eradicated right now. Seren smiled.

Rick didn't think Serene was such an easy character to handle, he must be playing with something else. Sure enough, Serge smiled and said, "If only we could find the best of both worlds—"

"Either you get shoveled or you get shoveled here and I lose my job, there's no way to get the best of both worlds. 」

"So, in order to find that way, I'm going to stay here tonight. Seren clapped his hands and said to Rick, "Where's the dormitory?

The corners of Xi Ke's mouth hooked evilly, he stood up with his hands on the table, leaned forward in the direction of Seren, and said in a malicious bass, "That's right, I'm going to change my room and change my mood, so you can sleep in the room where I belonged." 」

With such an obvious trap, Seren didn't want to step into it obediently, but after seeing how big the gap was between Xike's room and the unused room, he chose to receive Xike's room. Xi Ke's room is the most beautiful of all the rooms, not to mention the other rooms, the important thing is that they haven't been cleaned for decades, and if you want to move in, you have to have a big cleaning first, and Xi Ke and Xiao Ji have made it clear that they won't tell him where to find the cleaning utensils, and Seren has no choice at all.

Rick moved to the upper room, thinking that he should be able to avoid the Spirit's procession.

He finished cleaning before nine o'clock and moved into his new home, which still smelled of soap. He had moved the chicken quilt and pillows, and Seren could sleep in a sleeping bag anyway. Rick was prejudiced and decided that knights weren't as slender as mages.

Nick wrapped himself in a quilt contentedly, and finally got a good night's sleep tonight.

He slowly retracted his head into the depths of the bed, and his head, which had not yet been completely closed, thought that it was past nine o'clock, and when the old man locked the door, Serian must have been startled. He deliberately didn't tell Seren about the curfew first, to see if Seren would run away obediently tomorrow after being locked up for one night. However, considering that Seren was a knight, it was more likely that he would pull out his holy sword and split the door in half than run away. I don't know if there is a clause in the management regulations here that "guests who vandalize public property can be expelled".

A flash of inspiration flashed through Rick's mind.

His room was unlocked.

The old man was locked in Seren's room, and he didn't know that Rick had moved upstairs to the room and hadn't come to lock the door.

Rick stood up, pushed the quilt away, and walked to the door. The door to the room he lives in now is an ordinary triple plywood, and the lock is just an ordinary horn lock. He grasped the doorknob and turned it slightly, and after a small "click", he himself opened the lock from the inside. He tugged on the doorknob slightly, and the door slowly opened inward.

He made sure that he had a sacrificial knife, a silver box, and a bag of medicinal herbs, and then walked out of the room.

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It was dark outside the door. Rick went to press the switch of the light, but the light did not come on. If it's not that the lights happen to go from almost breaking down to completely breaking down at this time, it's that the lighting in this place automatically cuts off the energy after the curfew time. Rick stood in the dark for a while, adjusting his eyes to the darkness. Then he shrunk his head, hunched his back, and crept forward.

The hallway was quiet, not even the sound of bugs or rats. Syk walked a little further, to the windowed hallway. The clouds outside had dispersed, and the moonlight shone in through the broken windows, forming irregular patches of bright surfaces on the ground.

He watched his feet as he walked. There are quite a few loose tiles here that make a noise when stepped on, and you may also kick empty cans or old parts.

He heard a voice from some distance ahead, "Hurry, hurry, the festival is about to begin." 」

Rick heard a faint singing voice coming over. This kind of melody that only makes people more and more irritated the more they listen to it, it must be the group of spirits who make noise every day until he can't sleep. Xi Ke stood there and waited for a moment, judging that the voice was fading away, and he boldly followed. He chased all the way to the stairwell on the first floor. The sound of singing and metal knocking came from downstairs, and he chose a position that would block the view of the people downstairs, revealing one eye to look down.

The appearance of "that thing" that is slowly walking down the stairs one by one is very different from the human body.

Its head is an inverted magic pressure cooker, its body is a double magic temperature-controlled mattress, and the hands on both sides are an enchanted spatula and an enchanted engineering shovel, and the weight difference between the two sides is much different, but there is no problem of unstable center of gravity. It uses two magic UV-resistant umbrellas as legs, and it looks like something so thin shouldn't be able to hold the weight of the mattress, but it's not bent. It also had a pile of fragmented magical items hanging from it, like empty scroll barrels and discarded amulets, draped over its body in layers like a robe. None of these things are connected to each other with anything, nor are they tied together, but they magically don't fall apart. When he looked closely, he noticed that there was a tiny flow of spell energy between objects, occasionally spewing out a few sparks.

The sound of striking metal is what this thing makes when it moves. Rick wasn't sure if the form of the garbage was an entity or a spirit. The spirit was more likely, as gravity didn't work on the form, and during the day, he didn't see the materials that made it up, outside of the pit.

When the thing reached the first floor, Rick followed. He found a large group of these garbage spirits downstairs, so many that Xi Ke thought that the pit gate had been breached, and the prisoners all ran out to demonstrate. Each garbage spirit is made up of different parts, and Syk even sees a cash register. Trash spirits can be large and small, and some are merging, and the parts climb onto each other one by one until they form a larger trash spirit. There are also two garbage spirits that collide vigorously together, and when they collide, they all scatter, and the falling parts become independent and become a group of small garbage spirits.

Xi Ke can cast spells to hide himself, so that spirits or entities are not easy to find him, but now that the spell energy devouring of the fourth incinerator is still working, he can continue to cast spells and constantly replenish the lost energy, but if he does this, the spell materials on his body are likely to be exhausted after only walking a dozen meters.

If he wants to sneak into the horde and find the queen, he'd better go to the kitchen and steal some food as ingredients.

There is a promenade on the fourth floor that leads to the staff cafeteria, and it should be better to walk there than to go to the first floor. As Xi Ke climbed up, there were obviously fewer spirits upstairs, perhaps related to the fact that the major garbage in the pit was buried under the ground.

He moved secretly along the corridor, and in front of him came two spirits, one large and one small. The smaller one is a stationery collection, with a head full of cork chips full of thumbtacks, two compasses on its feet, a ruler in one hand and a fountain pen in the other, and a four-door refrigerator with an overhead oven, and an airtight crisper and ice box in its hands. Wick cast a spell to hide himself, clinging to the wall so as not to be touched, waiting for them to walk by. At close range, Syk heard them speak, and they lowered their voices as if it were a secret that could not be passed on.

"Still don't have a way to get into the decomposition room?"

"Alas, there's a repression circle there dedicated to dealing with the soulless, and we can't exist there at all. 」

"I almost got in last time, and if that person hadn't found out, just take the trapdoor down. 」

"yes. We can't get in unless we tear down the door. 」

Xi Ke thought to himself: Then the photo of the woman he took in the decomposition room was not caused by the spirit. When he thought about it, he didn't think about it anymore.

He arrived at the door of the staff cafeteria. He first hid by the door and looked inside to see if there were any spirits. The dining area looked calm, and the insulated mats they had taken out of their dinner were still on the table. He walked into the staff cafeteria, where the kitchen door was closed in the depths of the cafeteria. He wished there wasn't a ghost hiding in there. In the worst case, a kitchen knife version of the Wraith will pounce on him as soon as it is opened, in which case he will immediately close the door as a shield. I don't know if it's to prevent the mage from using the kitchen as a studio to blast (traditionally, a fire and a pot are a good studio for a mage), the kitchen door is seven centimeters thick and should be blocked.

Rick made up his mind to reach out, and he had just put his hand on the doorknob when suddenly, the silver box around his neck jumped and hit his collarbone. The demon is warning him that there is danger!

Xi Ke immediately took the sacrificial knife back, turned back violently, and swung the knife behind him.

In an instant, Xi Ke saw the person standing behind him, and with a rapid waist movement that was absolutely impossible for a human to do, his waist quickly bent back ninety degrees to dodge Xi Ke's attack, and immediately straightened after the knife was swung. During this period, neither the legs nor the hands moved in position. It felt like it wasn't a person, but an origami.

"Didn't you say that the food should be taken back to the room early?" said the man in a hoarse voice, "and ran out in the middle of the night to find food. 」

Xi Ke looked at it and saw that it was the old tree spirit. The wrinkles on the other party's face were all huddled together, and he said to Xi Ke, "Young people just have a good appetite, but they should be patient and wait until dawn to eat." 」

The sword froze in mid-air, not knowing what to do.

The old man reached out and pressed Rick's hand down. His hand was very hot, and he took Xi Ke's hand close to the sacrificial knife bag, and Xi Ke automatically put the sacrificial knife away. The old man said, "Don't be so nervous. It's just a greedy mouth, what kid hasn't rummaged through the refrigerator in the middle of the night? I'm not going to be angry. But if you don't pay attention to your own safety, I'll be angry. The old man took Rick by the hand, opened the kitchen door, and pulled Cheek inside, "I'll give you some hot soup. You eat and go back to sleep, don't go out for a walk again. 」

Like a child who had been caught by his mother for doing something bad, Xi Ke obediently sat on the chair, put his legs together and put his hands on his lap, waiting for the old man to bring the soup out of the refrigerator and heat it.

"Whoa. The old man gave him a bowl of soup and sat down to drink it.

The fact that he was caught stealing food was so shocking that he couldn't even taste the soup for a while. When he drank half a bowl of soup and sorted out his emotions, he wanted to ask what was going on with that more impactful lower back, but he couldn't. What if the truth had to do with privacy such as artificial joints, personal medical history, etc.? Rick told himself that the kitchen door was so dark that he might have misread it.

Considering that Tang was about to bottom out, he decided to ask a more constructive question: "Sir, how much do you know about the spirits here?" In order to avoid the other party avoiding the question, he added another sentence in order to pull the other party in: "You don't seem to be afraid of the spirit at all. 」

"I've been here for a long time. I grew up watching that guy. 」

In other words, whether it is Xike or Saoling, it is the same for the old man of the tree spirit: a group of little ghosts.

The old man went on to say, "Speaking of the spirits—the ones that shouldn't have appeared. But now that the manufacturing of magical products is becoming more and more complicated - there are still a lot of trade secrets that others don't know, and dealing with jishu can't keep up, that's why those things appear. 」

"Is there any trick to keeping them from harassing you?" asked Rick, holding the empty bowl in both hands.

"If you don't have interest in them, they don't have interest in you. 」

"I'm not interested in them at all. 」

"And what are you running out here for tonight?" The old dryant's wrinkles became even more crowded.

Wick looked away at the ceiling for a moment before he said, "Steal food. 」

He can obviously choose not to go out, he can not go to find out the true face of the spirit, every step he takes can actually choose to withdraw, but he chooses to go deeper. When the old tree spirit asked him this, he had to admit that he was very interested in the strangeness of this place.

"Curiosity can kill a dozen mages. Rick took the proverb as an answer. Actually, this was originally a proverb about cats, but it seems that the chances of the mage being fulfilled are higher in comparison. He had learned in the spell school that the reason why the magic discipline had grown to its current scale was because of his desire to understand Shijie. Because of this desire, the mage will continue to study spells and reach the peak. Because of this, there are often mages who blow themselves up without regrets.

"I've seen a lot of young mages—" The old dryant's voice became low and hoarse, "—you're the most energetic of them all. 」

Vitality?Rick tilted his head. He felt that there was a gap between the word and his ragged clothes, who spent all his days on money, and who had no great ambitions. By the standards of dreamism that are now in vogue, his life is over at all.

The old man said, "Vitality has nothing to do with appearance, and it has nothing to do with rhetoric. You are interested in everything about this shijie, and this is vitality. 」

The old man laughed. Rick saw the flickering yellow dots in his eyes again.

"I'd love to see what kind of adult you'll become, but the old man doesn't have much time. The old man let out a long sigh as he took Syk's empty bowl and washed it with his own. Then he grabbed Rick by the sleeve and dragged him back to his dorm.