It wasn't until the moon crossed the midheaven and began to slowly sink that Matthew finally offered his farewell to his cousin.

"Don't be in a hurry to read the training materials of the hunting team when you go back, you can first comb through the spells you have mastered since you were a child...... Remember to prepare a few more Dharma books. As Sir Friedman sent his cousin off the terrace, he gently admonished: "For hunters, the surest power in the hunting ground is always in your books. ”

Matthew nodded repeatedly.

"Don't worry about magic potions and alchemy supplies, my club has a set of backups, you can access them at any time. ”

"There are also midterm exams, so you don't need to pay too much attention to them...... Because it has a relatively low weight in the overall evaluation at the end of the academic year, most professors will choose the mode of taking the exam as a class. As long as you complete your homework on weekdays, it is not difficult to get an excellent evaluation in the midterm exam. ”

Matthew listened absentmindedly to his cousin's words, allowing the alchemy doll to help him put on a heavy cloak made of the first layer of Minotaur back skin, but his gaze involuntarily slid over the fence in front of the terrace in the distance again.

In the moonlight, the fiery statue of the banshee on the railing seemed to move, tilting its head a little into the room.

The young vampire couldn't help but squint.

The banshee statue returned to its original state, as if the scene was an illusion.

"Is there really a demon in there?" Matthew finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart and looked at his cousin, "I mean, are there really demons sealed in those railings?"

As soon as the words came out, the young vampire immediately regretted it.

He shouldn't have mentioned such baseless nonsense in front of his cousin.

But Sir Friedman's reaction was beyond his expectations.

Sir followed Matthew's gaze to the fence, slightly stunned, and did not immediately scoff at his cousin's slightly childish question.

After a moment, Jazz slowly spoke, "Maybe there is...... Maybe not. Who knows?"

This answer made Matthew's eyes widen.

He involuntarily turned his head to look at the moonlit terrace.

The vines clinging to the foot of the balustrade spread their broad leaves and shivered in the evening breeze. The marble floor of the terrace leaves the trembling shadows of these leaves, like a demon thrown headfirst into hell, struggling in the endless abyss.

"That terrace has been around for a long time since the first Karen moved into this lounge...... This room was originally the office of an old professor at Alpha College. ”

Then the professor disappeared. It just so happened that the Cullens had won the war against the O'Brien-Black coalition and were able to ask for a rest room in the castle...... So the house ended up in our hands. ”

"According to some of the documents I found in my room, the old professor was once awarded the 'Outstanding Contribution Award' by the Wizarding League in recognition of his great contribution to the field of exploration of the New World...... Judging from the brief description on the base of the trophy, the old professor must have captured an entire 'pseudo-god system' in some new world and successfully brought it to the Black Prison. ”

"This terrace was carved out by the elves with their fingers in honor of the old professor's former glory...... The seventy-two railings around the terrace represent the seventy-two false gods in that pseudo-god system. ”

"Since it is a god, it naturally has some kind of induction. ”

"There is a constant causal relationship between these railings, this terrace, and this room, and the seventy-two false gods...... So, if you think there are any elves sealed in the railing, my answer is, maybe there is, maybe not. ”

"Who knows?"

"I always thought this terrace was built by our Karen family. Matthew raised his eyebrows, his tone a little surprised: "And rumored to be, it was the people of the Karen family who stuffed demon souls into these railings. ”

"You said it, too, in the rumors. Sir Friedman handed the Burgundy cup in his hand to the elf next to him, then took a wet handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth, and shook his head: "In this world, seeing is not necessarily real...... Not to mention the rumors? Regardless of the subjective emotions of the paraphrase, wizards have no history in the first place. ”

There was something esoteric about Sizz's words, and Matthew didn't fully grasp it for a while.

But that didn't stop him from continuing the brief parting conversation.

"It turns out that there really are gods in the Black Prison!" the young vampire's eyes sparkled, revealing something that could be called 'longing'.

"Don't think about that place until you actually graduate from the first university...... Don't even mention it. Sir Friedman rarely admonished the young man in front of him in a stern tone: "It is a real abyss...... It's especially unfriendly for our yin-biased creatures under the moon. Perhaps only after going beyond the ordinary registered wizard will you be able to get rid of the negative effects of that place. ”

"At that time, if you are still interested in the black prison, you can consider submitting an application to the First University to assist in defense. ”

......

......

When Sir Friedman and his cousin mention the Black Prison that the demons hate the most.

At the other end of this Alpha Castle.

Also in a spacious lounge.

The name of the Black Jail was also mentioned.

"The people in the black prison are all big people. ”

"For example, the old and immortal demon kings, or the idols worshipped by the natives of the New World, and the great wizards who went too far and accidentally turned into lichs after some experiments. ”

"And we...... We're just selling some gadgets through the fishmen in the Linzhong Lake Reservation...... No wizarding court would waste precious manpower and material resources on us young people. ”

It was a fat man with a strong body who spoke.

His eyebrows are thick and his eyes are small, but dark. This made his eyes look a little dark. Because of the two pieces of fat on his cheeks, he always felt a sense of difficulty when he spoke.

Or rather, it gives him a powerful sense when he speaks.

McKing Seprano never cared if others frowned when they listened to him, he only cared if others understood what he was saying.

At this moment, he sat lazily in the wide armchair, raised his hand, and looked at the huge night pearl on the wall, carefully looking at the ring-shaped snake on his wrist.

It was a colorful Ouroboros.

A finger wide and thin, wrapping around his wrist, the snake's head biting its tail and converging above the pulse. With the beating of the pulse, the snake's head seemed to tremble, tremble.

Around Seprano, sitting or standing, there are always more than a dozen figures.