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Soon, the shopkeeper sent over another small box full of magic stones.

The shopkeeper and Wallace counted the magic stones together, and then tactfully left. Roland and Wallace began to divide the loot in the room.

Wallace was very satisfied with this initial fortune. It was unknown what he planned to do with the money later.

Roland was also very happy. Four hundred and thirty magic stones were an astronomical figure for a low-level apprentice, enough to spend for a lifetime!

After getting the money, Roland first returned the money for the bottle of "Evil Magic Immunity" to Wallace.

Wallace had said it was 25 magic stones a bottle at the time, but now he only charged Roland 20 magic stones.

An 80% discount... Roland's relationship with this profiteer was already very good.

"Let's find a place to rest," Wallace said with a smile as he watched Roland put away the magic stones in the box. "We'll spend these four hundred and ten magic stones tomorrow, it should be enough for you to prepare for school."

Roland had a clear idea of his spending budget. After calculating, he felt that a school budget of forty magic stones was already very high.

After all, the red-haired freshman who was about to enroll had only prepared thirty-odd magic stones.

The red-haired freshman was at least a minor noble.

Roland had already figured out how to buy clothes, with a budget of between twenty and thirty magic stones. For a freshman, this was already a considerable amount. Wearing such equipment to school would definitely be presentable enough.

After hearing Roland's budget, Wallace only said one sentence: "Not a minor noble."

Roland's expression stiffened slightly, and he secretly doubled his budget.

It was already late when the two walked out of the store. They had been busy all day and were already very tired.

However, Wallace did not directly look for a place to stay, but first knocked on a shop and bought a bottle of dragon blood.

He brought Roland to the most prosperous street in the entire wizard market.

In the central area of the street, there was a dilapidated antique shop without a sign.

Wallace didn't say who opened the shop, but Roland had already guessed.

Opening an antique shop in the wizard market... This was probably something only Wallace could do.

A seal was pasted on the door. Wallace tore off the seal and gently knocked on the door, but no one answered.

"Natasha, it's me, not the tax collector!" Wallace whispered a few times, and there was movement inside the door.

Soon, a woman who looked to be in her twenties, with small demon horns on her head and a charming face, poked her head out from the crack in the door.

Roland subconsciously glanced at her chest - a succubus with big breasts.

Roland thought to himself, 'Hey, this old lecher, keeping a mistress!'

After the woman opened the door, she threw herself into Wallace's arms: "Father! You're finally back!"

"Father?" Roland was slightly stunned.

He looked at Wallace's wrinkled face, and then at this charming succubus... It was really surprising.

Also, which demon did Wallace procreate this succubus daughter with?

Or did Wallace summon her from hell?

After learning the identity of this succubus, Roland's expression became serious.

This was his brother's daughter.

"This is Roland, the young lady's fiancé, cough, I'll tell you later," Wallace introduced.

Roland's pupils shrank suddenly. The young lady's fiancé what?

He suddenly remembered the new name Wallace had given him - Roland Alexandra-Allier.

After hearing this surname before, he suspected that Senior Sister was planning to have him marry into the Alexandra family... So Senior Sister was forcing him to marry her?!

No, that's impossible. Maybe it's a fake blind date? A fake identity?

Roland was confused.

At this time, Natasha also walked out of the door, and only then did she see Roland next to the door.

A great height, a high nose bridge, deep eyes, and a sunny, gentle smile...

The moonlight seemed to coat his handsome face with a layer of silver brilliance. His features were deep and three-dimensional, like a finely crafted work of art.

Natasha was slightly absent-minded.

Roland very politely gave Natasha a slight salute with Valeria's most standard noble knight etiquette.

Natasha blinked her beautiful big eyes and said a word curiously: "Muggle?"

Roland: "..."

"Get inside," Wallace kicked Roland's butt and said with a dark face, "I should take some time to give you some etiquette lessons in the magical world."

In fact, Roland still knew something about wizard etiquette, but Senior Sister Catherine had only taken him for three months, and most of the time was spent improving his realm and studying "Allier's Handbook." How much time was there to practice etiquette?

He knew that he was indeed lacking in wizard etiquette, so he just used the etiquette of a noble knight to deal with it.

After all, before that, he had received the best knight training and was a true noble knight. So using this kind of etiquette would look better and more elegant.

Who knew, it would be a complete embarrassment instead.

Although the shop was not small, it was not big either. It looked very spacious and could be taken care of by one person. It was located on the most prosperous street in this wizard market, and it was unknown how much it cost.

The landlord was Wallace himself.

In addition, judging from the furnishings in the store, this was indeed a pure antique shop - purely for fun.

Now, Wallace only had this one shop left, and the shelves were also empty.

However, the entire shop was very clean.

A glass of milk was placed on the counter. After Natasha led the two into the store, she leaned against the counter and took a small sip of the milk.

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Roland noticed that after she finished drinking the milk, the horns on her head seemed to shrink slightly... Maybe it was an illusion. He had never heard that drinking milk could help a succubus hide her demonic appearance.

Seemingly aware of Roland's gaze, Natasha gave him a charming smile.

"Natasha, you haven't killed anyone, have you?" Wallace frowned and asked, looking at the glass of milk.

Natasha was slightly stunned. She looked at the milk in her hand and suddenly understood her father's meaning.

"You misunderstood, Father. This is milk. It's just that some herbs have been added to it. Sheldon is very good to me, as his wife... No, even if I wasn't married, I wouldn't lower myself like that. To suck that kind of thing."

Natasha explained gently, "My recent food has all been bought in the secular world with silver coins... One magic stone can be exchanged for one pound of silver. Although the quality of magical creatures in the secular world is not high, it can be used, and it is more cost-effective to buy with silver coins."

Speaking, the big sister specially explained to Roland: "I'm talking about blood rich in life force and magic."

Roland blinked his eyes, not understanding why Natasha had to explain to him - what else could life essence and magic essence be besides blood rich in life force and magic?

"Alas, have you already started buying magical creatures in the secular world? It's really hard on you," Wallace sighed, took out the bottle of dragon blood from his arms and handed it to his daughter: "Drink this."

"I don't need it this week, Father," Natasha said after drinking the milk, "Keep it for next week. I still have stock this week, we have to be thrifty recently."

Roland thought to himself, 'So, succubi need to absorb magic and life when they are hungry. This is a bit similar to vampires.'

After Wallace talked to his daughter for a while, he took Roland upstairs.

When going upstairs, Roland always felt a chill behind his back. He couldn't help but turn his head and found the big sister leaning on the counter downstairs, giving him a kind smile.

Wallace suddenly said softly behind him to Roland: "Roland, is the heir of the Allier family, and also a member of the Alexandra family. In terms of setting, this strict butler of mine taught you ten years ago. Later, the heir of Alexandra personally took you for three months. It is unreasonable that you do not understand wizard etiquette, but I cannot spare time to teach you separately for the time being."

Roland blinked his eyes and asked: "Do you want Natasha to give me special training?"

Wallace glared angrily: "You brat, don't dream! My daughter is already married!"

Wallace's topic jumped too fast, and Roland was confused: "I'm just asking how you plan to."

Wallace squinted his eyes and said: "We are all men, don't think I don't know what you are thinking - today you want my daughter to teach you, tomorrow you will want to sleep with my daughter!"

Roland: "."

Wallace returned to the original topic and said: "Since you don't understand wizard etiquette, then when others salute you, you don't need any etiquette - or like this, nod slightly, be more subtle, be more casual. Or, just glance at him and ignore him."

Roland was stunned: "What if I see other great family nobles? Just pretend I didn't see them?"

Wallace said: "Except for formal wizards, treat everyone like this! Remember your identity, be arrogant, be arrogant! Be arrogant! If the people of Alexandra start to be polite to the bugs (apprentices) and the puppies (apprentices), the enemies will come! So you have to pretend to be fat."

Speaking, Wallace sighed deeply: "Besides, you don't understand wizard etiquette, so you have to do this if you don't want to reveal your flaws. Besides arrogance, you have no other choice."

Wallace's words can be summarized in one meaning: you will die if you don't pretend.

Roland was dumbfounded.

Isn't this asking for a beating?

The current Black Abyss Academy is no longer the time when the Alexandra family has the final say.

Not only has a group of picky White Chess wizards come to the academy, but the descendants of the White Wizard family are also becoming more and more numerous.

These rigid, proud White Wizard types are very particular about reputation and etiquette. If someone offers you a greeting, and you ignore them... that's an insult! A grave insult!

P.S. Don't let it sit on the shelf, everyone; it'll die. I'll give you all a big burst when it's released.