Chapter 360

Pandora magic library, silent, everyone's eyes want to meet the iron of the magnet, was firmly attracted by the flying iron overhead.

When the eyes of the people were still focused on the big iron in the sky, Silby went to the girl in the red robe, stretched out her hand, and said faintly, "yes, three hundred gold coins."

The girl looked at him with a strange light in her eyes. For a while, she nodded and put the heavy calf bag in Silby's hand.

Sylby opened the bag and trembled. Thanks to the purchasing and accounting these days, he quickly confirmed the amount of money in the bag. After confirmation, he put away his money bag and left without any ink.

When he left the library, the heavy iron fell to the ground, and the onlookers who were attracted by the iron suddenly woke up. They searched for the developer of the magic floating mantra like a frying pan, but they could not see the mysterious boy wearing the ox horn mask again.

Silby hurried away with his purse, and soon heard the sound of hooves behind him.

"Wait a minute." Someone's calling him.

Silby turned his head and saw a big white horse running towards him. Riding on the horseback, it was the red robed masked woman who had just given him gold coins.

After a moment's thought, Silby started running. He picked the path and rushed into the dense shacks and narrow alleys of Pandora. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared in the middle of a group of housewives washing clothes.

The masked woman stopped at the entrance of the narrow alley and knocked over a vendor pushing a cart of tropical fruits, which made the guy scold.

On the other side of the street, Silby came out of a dyeing room and looked behind him. No one was chasing him.

He took off his mask and was a little relieved.

Just now, he seemed to be in the limelight, but it was not his idea at all. It was just because he had a crush on the three hundred gold coins. Now he is still weak. Although he knows some life incantations, he doesn't master any magic for attacking or protecting himself. It's better to keep a low profile. In case Slytherin knows his little moves, some of the gains are not worth the losses.

With some start-up funds, he can choose to start some small magic experiments or help himself buy some materials for casting. In this way, his progress is more rapid.

At the thought of the joy, Silby could not help grinning.

"What makes you so happy? Would you mind telling me?"

There was a loud question overhead, and sylby's smile was fixed on his face.

He thought he had thrown away the woman in red robe, but the woman in red robe was sitting on the roof of the dyeing house looking at him.

"I didn't expect you to be so young."

Looking at sylby's face, the woman in red said softly, "what a terrible gift."

Sylby's face was gloomy. He didn't even notice how this guy was following him.

"Don't look at me like that. I just think it's too wasteful for you to stay here." The woman in the red robe jumped down from the eaves and went to Silby with her negative hand: "there won't be any magic books that are really suitable for you in the library. The books that are really useful to you are on them."

She raised her hand and pointed to the sword like mountain by the sea, on which stood a magnificent palace, the palace of Queen Pandora.

"Well?"

Silby immediately questioned: "if the really useful books are in the palace, why do you go to the magic library?"

"Valuable books are in palaces, but valuable people are not necessarily in palaces."

"I come down once a week to see if I can create new magic or incantation. For a long time, I haven't met the right person," the woman in the red robe said slowly. But now I see it. "

"Come down?"

Sylby immediately stepped back, shocked and said, "who are you?"

The woman in the red robe is smiling. With a wave of her hand, the red cloth hanging from the dye shop suddenly flies. In the process of the red cloth flying, she takes the initiative to step forward with the fragrant wind and takes off the veil of her face in front of Silby.

How could it turn the faces of all living beings upside down?

Her skin is as white as moonlight, her almond eyes are unfathomable, her nose is as tall as sculpture, her lips are slightly upward, and she is full of endless charm. Even the most critical painters probably can't find a fault.

At the moment when Silby saw her face, he lost his mind and his heart beat at a distance. He opened his mouth wide, showing the appearance of dementia. For the first time in his life, he felt a powerful force called instinct, which was second only to the white light of his dream that night.

Hiss!

When he thought of the white light that illuminated everything, the wild cry, the bliss of the supreme realm, he woke up.

There was no doubt that he understood the man's true identity. The woman Slytherin and Gryffindor are fighting for is standing in front of him now, only half a step away from him. If he wants to, he can kiss the lips of the whole city.But he didn't do that. Instead, he stepped back and kept a distance from the mysterious queen. His eyes changed from hot to cold in the blink of an eye.

The woman looked at him in surprise for ten seconds.

Finally, before the fabric fell back to the ground, she put on her veil again and asked, "why do you come to this city?"

"Find my destiny and stand at the top."

Said Silby.

"What is the summit?"

The queen asked.

"You won't understand."

Sylby grinned at himself. "To be honest, I don't know what that summit is now."

"And after the summit?"

"After what?"

Asked Silby, puzzled.

"Marry and have children."

The queen said with a smile, "heroes do this. After defeating all their opponents, they marry their beloved women and get happiness in life."

"Ha."

Sylby gave a short chuckle and made no reply.

He has a kind of boring feeling that summer insects can't speak ice, just want to leave here quickly.

"Do you have a woman you love?"

The queen looked at him with great interest: "now there are many witches in Pandora. If you want to prove that you are the strongest and most gifted one, you have to defeat them."

"Good." "It's a pity that I'm weak, and the library doesn't have any powerful mantra books to learn," said Silby with a sigh and sadness

"I'll show you a way. In the rat road of the dungeon, there's a club for witches to fight, called the Colosseum.

If you want to be strong, you should go to the Colosseum

The woman whirled around on the ground and lit up a red flame under her body. "It's more suitable for you than the library. I think with your talent, you should be able to grow up soon."

With that, the flame engulfed her body and made her disappear in the air. After that, an ash solidified into a beautiful card and fell on Silby's hand. He looked at the card with a date, a place, and a strange triangle.

There is no doubt that this is a red invitation.

It's probably the one Slytherin and Gryffindor got.

Looking at the invitation in his hand, Silby couldn't help laughing. He felt that his fate was quite wonderful. He went to a library and developed a floating charm under the guidance of Queen Pandora, so that the queen could catch up and give him an invitation.

What's this, seduction?

He looked at the sky, shook his head and put the card into his trouser pocket.

However, if he robbed his wife with a group of country witches, he would not feel happy even if he did. Although he didn't know his fate, he always thought it was too vulgar.

However, Silby is very interested in the location of Pandora. Reading every day really made him a little tired.

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that night, after serving Slytherin as usual, Silby sneaked out of the tavern and rushed to Pandora's rat path in the middle of the night.

On the streets, the wind and dust are like knives, palms are low, pedestrians are in a hurry and silent, prostitutes are closed.

During the two months when he was addicted to learning, more and more witches came to Pandora from all over the world. Walking in the street, they could feel the strong smell of gunpowder in the air. They are divided into three groups. One group is the wizard headed by Gryffindor. Most of them have little ambition. They just hope to gather Gryffindor on the throne and get some benefits.

The other group is more ambitious. They are the parliamentary group headed by Slytherin, who advocated solving Gryffindor first, and then settling the fate of the throne internally.

The last faction is the wait-and-see faction. They did not join any faction. They kept watching, or they wanted to wait for the two factions to lose each other, or they wanted to wait for one party to have an obvious advantage, and then they joined at the right time. There are no fewer such people.

However, no matter what kind of sorcerer is, the existence of sorcerer is extremely unequal for ordinary people. In places where the church forces have not yet touched, ordinary people mostly choose to be wise and keep their doors closed at this time.

In the middle of the night, Silby came to Pandora's huge drainage pipe and stopped. It was not so much a drainage pipe as a black market. The local people called it rat road.

Selby, who has read a lot of books from the library, knows that this is Pandora sewer. When the legendary metamorphoser IDA penny, the founder of Pandora City, built the city, he used powerful metamorphosis magic to endow the city with developed drainage systems. It is said that these drainage systems were built according to the regulations of Rome City, and these drainage systems are so good that even the sea The water in Pandora will flow away within 24 hours.

However, the tsunami, after all, is a black swan event once in a century. Since the founding of the city, there has been no tsunami. It was shelved for a long time, until one day people found it spacious and hidden, so a large number of people in gray and black areas settled in it.There are also a large number of contraband smuggled from other countries and regions, especially magic items, will gather here.

Silby has been here several times. When Slytherin asked him to purchase casting materials, he specially reminded him to come here to buy them, so he is still familiar here.

Entering the underground, the moonlight goes out, and the light source turns into a burning brazier, about every 30 meters.

The air here is full of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Groups of strong hangover men fall to the ground. By the side of the sewer, there are many old shops. Some shops are surrounded by smoke. It's the boss who smokes.

He went to a cigarette shop called "herbal medicine and anesthesia", opened two loose leaf doors and walked in. That live leaf door also don't know how long didn't oil, a push squeak squeak.

A warm smell of apple, coconut, and watermelon came to him. It was very strong. Silby, who had been educated by the royal family since childhood, frowned and held his breath slightly.

There was no sound in the smoke pipe. Most people sat on the ground with their knees crossed, snoring. The wooden wall was covered with moss because of the humidity. Some religious paintings were painted or some aphorisms were written in Arabic.

On the ground, there was nitrate growing at the root of the wall and mud everywhere. Under the chandelier, on the right side of the door was the bar of the tobacco house. The boards under the bar were cracked. A layer of lead leather was nailed on the counter surface, and some glass cabinets were placed on it. There are all kinds of strange red and green plants in the glass cabinet.

The owner of a cigarette shop is an Arab. He is holding his sleeve, hands on his chest and wearing a headscarf. Now he is intoxicated and sucking a long pipe.

"Ibn." Sylby stood at the bar and knocked on the table.

"It's you."

The Arab slowly opened his eyes and woke up from intoxication: "are you shopping for herbs today?"

"Don't buy today, ask questions today."

Sylby threw a small silver coin on the table. "Is there a place called the Colosseum here, please?"

"The Colosseum..." the old man slowly touched the silver coin in his hand, "Oh, let me think, let me think... Yes, the Colosseum, you ask where to do, where can not sell herbs, children, no herbs."

"Help me lead the way."

He also threw a silver coin to the boss: "quick."

"OK, don't worry, young man... Really..."

the Arab who received two rewards slowly stood up. He went to the cellar and helped Silby open the floor. He took a small light from the wall and went in.

Sylby jumped down and followed him.

The cave is small and narrow. The floor is covered with floors. The boards creak and the dirt crisscross on it. From time to time, mice run by.

If the top is Pandora's underground drainage system, which was built by the legendary metamorphoser, then the bottom is the real rat Road, which was built by the owners of these black shops themselves to avoid the occasional raids of Pandora's guards. They are like moles' burrows, extending in all directions to every corner of the city, where you can go anywhere in the city.

The Arab walked in front of him with oil lamp in his hand and asked curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry to go to the Colosseum? Do you want to try your luck?"

"Lucky?" Asked Silby.

"Yes," he said, "it's a place where witches fight each other. Witches bet," they bet on other people's lives. "

Sylby's breath was a little heavy. He shivered unconsciously. He secreted a lot of adrenaline: "you mean, the wizard is fighting to death in the Colosseum, and other people are gambling on their winning or losing?"

"Yes, it's a very old activity. When I was young, I used to play it." The owner of the herbal medicine store shook his head and said: "after playing for decades, once there was no bottom pants left. There is no eternal winner in the Colosseum. As long as you lose once, there will be nothing left."

With that, the Arab whispered, "here you are. Go up by yourself."

Sylby pushed aside the board at the top of the rat path, reached out and jumped out.

The noise immediately drowned him. It was a space of several thousand square meters, full of smoke. Most of the people in it were gambling. Two waitresses were shuttling through it in flower butterflies. Apart from receiving wine bottles and delivering drinks, they also used deep cleavage to carry the stuffed tips. They were very busy.

In the center of the crowd, there was a huge beast cage. In the cage, some people were shouting. They were two strong men who were tearing and beating wildly. One of them pressed the other's head and hit him hard into the cage, which was bloody.

The onlookers raised their hands and from time to time erupted into fanatical and bloody shouts.

Sylby couldn't help laughing.

That woman is right. The atmosphere here really suits him better than the library.