Chapter 74 Return to the Magician's Guild, are you from the Silan Theocracy?
The bustling central square.
Tang Zheng was walking on the street. Many pedestrians noticed the little evil dog and gave way to him.
In Tang Zheng's eyes, the question from the middle-aged man in the Adventurer's Guild was not worth paying attention to.
When he took out the two bone chains of the evil dogs to sell, he had already anticipated that someone would guess that he had entered the Tob Forest.
But no matter how much you speculate,
No one in the Adventurer's Guild could believe that the turmoil in the Tob Forest was caused by humans.
after all.
The disappearance of a large number of monster corpses alone is not something that can be imagined by humans from another world who do not have the concept of space backpacks such as prop boxes.
If there is no trace at all, the premise of speculation cannot be established.
"Vice President of the Magicians' Guild, Bellori Vanov Grigori Botkin."
"Just by reading the name, you know it's not someone you'd want to approach."
Tang Zheng was somewhat helpless, "I don't know if the Magician Guild has any magic props that can translate text."
At this moment, it is almost noon.
Tang Zheng simply found a busy pub, ordered some food, and also wanted to take advantage of the pub as a place where all kinds of gossip were circulated.
Find out if anything happened recently.
He had long noticed that the atmosphere in E-Rantel was not much different from that a month ago, but the behavior of the soldiers guarding the city showed that something had indeed happened.
When this happens, there is a high probability that something has been blocked by the higher-ups.
If this is the case, then there is no point in him buying information from the Adventurer's Guild, which is even less meaningful than some gossip.
However! We didn't gain anything until we left the tavern, except for a lunch which was finally not the simple food we had in the forest.
Magicians Guild.
Ding Dong~
The dark brown door opened automatically.
Tang Zheng entered the guild skillfully. Compared with the Adventurer's Guild, it was still very deserted.
The two staff members at the front desk were different from the last time I came. The young magician was still there, but the other middle-aged magician was replaced by an equally young magician wearing a light blue robe.
"No wonder the magic item that detects monsters reacted. I thought it was broken."
"It's actually a ghost dog, or a ghost dog's cub?"
A lively and surprised voice came from the magician in the light blue robe.
When the two spellcasters saw Tang Zheng coming in, they focused all their attention on the little evil dog, and each of them looked surprised.
soon.
Another young magician in a black robe saw Tang Zheng's appearance and remembered that he was the person who came to buy a magic scroll a month ago.
After all, he had only seen the pure black hair color once, so the impression was very deep.
"Do you still want to buy the magic scroll?"
The black-robed magician spoke.
"Not this time. I want to buy a magic item." Tang Zheng walked to the counter and spoke softly and gently.
Most of the magic scrolls sold in the Magic Guild are of auxiliary use, and Tang Zheng currently has no interest in them.
The only thing that concerned him was the life magic that could improve his rank.
However, there are certain problems after the level of life magic is upgraded. With limited skill points at present, Tang Zheng has no plans to purchase it for the time being.
Magic props?
Both the black-robed magician and the blue-robed magician had a look of surprise in their eyes.
Magic items are very expensive.
Judging from Tang Zheng's current attire alone, they didn't think he was a rich man.
"Is there any magic prop that can translate text?" Tang Zheng spoke again.
"Translate the text?"
"Who would make such a useless magic item?!"
"Besides, even if the magic items are amazing, they can't do everything!"
The blue-robed magician suddenly raised his head and spoke loudly.
The young man in the black robe quickly reached out and pulled the corner of the blue robe magician's clothes, then embarrassedly said to Tang Zheng: "Sorry, we don't have the magic props you mentioned here."
Tang Zheng glanced at the excited blue-robed magician and nodded calmly.
It's not a big surprise.
He remembered that Sebastian, one of the guardians of the Great Underground Tomb of Nazarick, had a magic glasses-shaped item that could translate text.
It seems to be a high-level item.
There are not many magic props made by humans in this world that really interest Tang Zheng.
"That's right."
Tang Zheng changed the subject, as if remembering something, and took out a piece of white paper that was faintly shiny and looked very tough from his arms, and said, "Excuse me, do you accept magic materials like this paper here?"
The white paper was in a cylindrical shape above his head, emitting a perpetual light, and there was a faint flash of pale white magic light.
The two men, one of them looked unhappy, and the other had a professional smile and a hint of arrogance in his eyes. Their eyes were immediately attracted by the paper in Tang Zheng's hand.
"How many do you have in your hand?"
“We want them all!”
The blue-robed young magician suddenly leaned forward with an excited look on his face. He unceremoniously snatched the paper from Tang Zheng's hand, and while observing it carefully, he spoke quickly.
kindness?
Tang Zheng's eyes flashed, a little surprised.
According to the information obtained by "Item Identification", this kind of paper made with second-level magic can preserve the words written on it for a hundred years.
Maybe it is indeed precious.
But he shouldn't have let the blue-robed magician in front of him get so excited.
“It meets the standards perfectly.”
The blue-robed magician shifted his gaze from the white paper to his companion beside him, nodded vigorously, and spoke in a low voice.
The black-robed young man looked even more surprised.
"I remember you are a magic chanter of the faith department, right?" The young man in black robe turned his head and looked at Tang Zheng.
"That's right." Tang Zheng.
"Who made this paper? Sorry, we need a lot of it right now. If the maker is willing, we can buy it at the price of 10 sheets for 1 silver coin."
The young man in black robe spoke seriously.
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The second-level papermaking technique can produce 700 sheets. According to this price, you can get 70 silver coins by consuming some magic power, which is 5 gold and 5 silver.
Tang Zheng was a little surprised.
If you make a few every day for a month, the income alone can reach more than 160 gold coins, and you can easily achieve financial freedom.
"That's not necessary. I made it." Tang Zheng waved his hand.
"You?"
The young man in black robe was stunned.
Even the blue-robed magician who had been studying the paper nearby raised his head and looked at Tang Zheng.
"impossible!"
Of the two, the young man in black robe, who usually behaved more calmly, suddenly made a sharp sound.
"You clearly bought a zero-level scroll of "Papermaking" here a month ago."
"If you have mastered the art of papermaking, why would you spend money to buy it!" The young man in black robe was extremely excited.
The arrogance and hostility that was visible to the naked eye were revealed.
Tang Zheng's eyes turned cold, and the cold aura of slaughtering goblins and monsters in the jungle for a month emerged. His hair had not been combed for a month, and his eyes were half-covered, revealing.
"Is there a problem?"
He looked at the young man in black robe with emotionless eyes and said coldly.
“You, you…”
The young man in black robe shuddered, his neck felt strangely cold, and he couldn't help but take a step back.
Immediately following.
"Do you know where this is?" The young man in black robe realized the ugly appearance of being frightened just now, and the expression on his face became a little distorted, and he became angry and embarrassed.
“That’s enough!”
The blue-robed magician, who had just been a little unhappy with Tang Zheng because of the issue of magic props, now spoke seriously.
"Albert, was what you said just now true?" The blue-robed magician looked at the black-robed young man seriously.
"What, really?"
The young man in black robe was suddenly asked and didn't react.
"I see."
The blue robe magician turned around and looked at Tang Zheng, "Please wait a moment, sir."
After saying.
He hurriedly ran towards the stairs of the Magician's Guild.
For a while.
The black-robed young man and Tang Zheng were the only two people left in the hall.
The atmosphere became a little weird.
The young man in black robe turned slightly pale and turned his head away, no longer looking at Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng became more and more curious.
It seems that the art of papermaking hides a secret that he doesn't know about.
It didn't take long to wait.
Along with two footsteps, the sound of footsteps on the stairs was heard.
The blue-robed magician carefully followed behind an old man who was wearing a gray magic robe and looked simple.
If you look closely, you can see that there are many patches on the gray magic robe. Obviously, this is not a magic prop.
The old man had gray hair and an expressionless face. The wrinkles on his face were as numerous as the creases on the pages of a book, and his entire face was tense.
It gives people a feeling that he is not only difficult to get along with, but also very old-fashioned.
"teacher."
When the young man in black robe saw the old man appear, he hurriedly stepped forward and tried to support him.
However, the old man simply swung his arms and ignored the young man in black robe. Although he looked very old, his steps were very powerful.
The other party first glanced at the paper on the counter table, then looked up at Tang Zheng.
"Are you from the Silian Theocracy?"
The old man spoke in a cold voice, and half-closed his eyes to look at Tang Zheng's black hair.
(End of this chapter)
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