Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

"No, that guy should be raised by an extremely powerful existence as a pet or battle pet." Mark hid the information about the big crab and focused on the description of the sealing chain.

The old dean himself was probably writing and drawing in his office, and while listening, deduced the confinement situation of that person.

She had a strange side: "Twelve soul marks... Suppressing evil... Prohibition of reproduction... Prohibition of overflowing spiritual power... Hey, that guy is really miserable. It feels like he has become a watchdog, and he is pulled out by his master for a walk if he has nothing to do." Circle, and occasionally beat the guy who doesn't have long eyes."

After hearing this, Mark couldn't help but mourn for Mr. Crab. He could clearly feel the power of this evil crab god, but it was too bitter.

Mark asked: "Then, can you infer the camp of this master?"

The old dean held his chin and pondered for a while.

"Lawful neutral or lawful evil, the probability of the former is higher. This kind of unscrupulous way of squeezing evil gods is unlikely to be the handiwork of lawful good strongmen with an explosive sense of justice. They are more inclined to kill Seal the evil god. The only thing that is certain is that this evil god has been herded. Your judgment this time is correct. Using the power of this person should not be dangerous. Unless the owner of the evil god hates you gone."

Mark shuddered: "I'm just going to get some snacks for that guy, don't move its seal, it should be fine."

The old dean smiled wryly: "In the world of mysticism, there has never been such a thing as 100% security."

"That's all there is to it."

"I can help you arrange the spirit summoning circle and its materials. I can also give you a secret seal spell to filter the soul impurities more cleanly. But you must pay attention to the fact that the soul residues cannot be arranged indiscriminately. If it pollutes other houses Spiritual pulse, this will be a very hateful event."

Margaret reported an address, which was in the city not far from the secretary's office.

At the end, she ordered: "That's right, you haven't killed too many A-level demons or A-level powerhouses, have you?"

"Ok?"

"Be careful, try not to conflict with other strong people recently. If your record is too good, you may be forced to be involved in the latest tide of the spirit world [Blood Moon Baptism]. Even for young talents like you Let’s just say, that’s also an at least S-rank world.”

"Wait! Teacher, please explain in detail."

After Margaret explained, Mark turned pale on the spot.

too bad.

There is a high probability that the Church of Light and Night covered up the events on the train and Thiago's workshop. Margaret, who lacked intelligence, thought that Mark would kill a centipede at most.

Mark calculated, he definitely exceeded the standard!

It turns out that the probability of falling into the pit is high enough. Isn't this 100% lying on the gun?

This is the price he paid for using the dice of fate.

Seeing the reaction of his own disciples, how could the veteran dean not know?

"You...you are too outrageous."

"Teacher, I don't want to either."

She didn't know how to say that he was well, so she could only comfort him: "Oh! [Blood Moon Baptism] is actually about the same level of danger as [Book of You Hai]. The difference is that [Book of You Hai] still has some mental protection and The soul is blocked, and the soul is at most reversely polluted. The threat of [Blood Moon Baptism] is more direct, and you will probably have to face some powerful demons face to face. Of course, there are also invisible threats brought by other testers."

Mark was left speechless.

This is probably "blessings come together, misfortunes never come singly"!

Regardless of misfortune or fortune, his treatment is top-notch.

The only good news is, that's next month.

"Let's do this first, talk for too long, those old guys will doubt your identity."

"it is good."

After sending off the cheap teacher, Mark first emptied his mind and let himself enter the state of salted fish. It took a while before he began to think about the next road.

Mark did not rely entirely on Dean Margaret. Next, he "forged a deep friendship" with the two masters. He did not trade directly, but exchanged two different pieces of [Book of the Nether Sea] for some mysterious points.

For example, when opening a book, you can use a powerful Extraordinary to carry a wave without affecting the harvest inside.

For another example, the props that hide the breath will effectively reduce the entrants from becoming the target of public criticism in the first place.

It's not that there were no successful people before, but most of them were imprinted in their minds, and many of the contents in it couldn't even be hinted at.

Mark's showmanship is undoubtedly... destined to push more people into the fire pit.

It wasn't his fault, anyway, there were already thousands of people jumping into the pit before him, and it would not be uncommon for another thousand people to come after him.

After bidding farewell to Director Justin, Mark went out in a low-key manner, and went back to the [Mechanical Ascension] first. At night, using Miss Byson's power, he turned around in the city and came to a clean and tidy strange small alley.

People came and went on the main road, but no one noticed that Mark turned into the alley.

At the entrance of the alley, a few hawkers leaning on the non-existent air wall, that feeling is very strange, a bit like a bear rubbing against a tree.

It was obvious that Mark passed between them, and sometimes they were empty, and sometimes their sharp eyes ignored Mark's existence.

A wonderful mysterious force field secretly changes the common sense of ordinary people around.

Walking on the cobblestone road, someone disguised as a Victorian gentleman gently pushed open the glass door of the store.

He noticed that it said [There is always what you want] on the door plaque.

Mark couldn't help smiling.

As soon as the glass door opened, the bell on the door frame made a crisp sound.

On the counter full of messy things, an old man who had dozed off to the point of drooling suddenly woke up. He wiped his saliva and said in a panic, "Welcome."

But all he saw was a pillar-like mist, and he panicked.

Mark didn't mind, but instead turned his attention to a gray-black raccoon pig slumped on a cardboard box.

Yo, a big fat cat weighing 18 pounds is about to grow into a pig.

Mark licked the big fat cat familiarly: "I don't mean any harm, it's just that someone introduced me here, and I'm looking for your store manager."

The old man had a strange face: "The store manager...he is in your hands."

mark:? ? ?

Mark twisted the nape of the big fat cat and lifted the cat up. Sure enough, he saw the cat's eyes widening, with a capitalized disgust on its face.

The cat's mouth opened, revealing four pointed cat teeth, and said: "Your new customer discount has been cancelled."

"Are you sure?" Mark let go of his hand with a smirk, and secretly let out a little bit of breath that he had just acquired in [The Book of the Nether Sea].

Lihuamao's shop manager is a bachelor. He lay down on the counter, showing his white belly with a heroic attitude.

"Come on! Ravage me—don't pity me because I'm a delicate flower."

"..." This time, Mark was really taken aback by this weird cat.

"Ahem!" The cat store manager licked his paw: "Hi, now I'm introducing myself seriously, I'm Kate, the store manager! A cat demon from another world. For you humans , it’s okay to call me a strange demon.”

"I was introduced by Ms. Marguerite Andour."

The cat's yellow eyes looked him up and down: "Please follow me."

In front of Mark, there was movement on the wall to the left of the entrance. Every hanging ornament and every piece of red brick on it is twisting inward, and the thick double-layer brick wall is like a roller blind, which is silently opened to the left and right.

The big fat cat Kate made a very graceful pouncing posture, stretching her body perfectly in mid-air, then the cat lost its front paws and did a front flip, its body made a C-shape, and the fat cat's buttocks hit When he got to his head, he threw himself into a mess.

Getting up from the ground in a panic, the big fat cat was furious: "Don't laugh! Otherwise, I will increase the price by 10% in the future!"

Mark...it's hard work.

Miss Byson who was attached to him laughed wildly "hahaha" in the soul circuit very unscrupulously.

Following the twisting big fat cat, he walked down the stairs exposed behind the door to a small basement, where Mark saw a magic circle delicately placed on the table. The entire magic circle was engraved on a round table with a diameter of two meters. In addition, there are several large mahogany boxes next to it.

"Everything is here. Since it was Little Margaret's order, one-third of the materials were obtained from a secret channel, and the magic circle was left by an unlucky ghost before." The fat cat slumped on the ground, not knowing where it came from He whipped out a bong and put catnip in it with his plump paws as he talked.

"What happened to the unlucky one?"

"Fifty years ago, a cardinal of light was eager to revive his own dead son, but a [jealous] big devil came out disguised as his son, and ate the old man and his guard knight until only one toe remained .” The fat cat took a sip of catnip comfortably, showing a fascinated expression.

Mark was silent.

"She almost used this thing herself. Promise me, young man. Except for her son, you are the first young man who can let little Margaret take care of this. Don't play around! Depend Even if you are lucky enough to succeed a few times with this thing, either you will not be taken advantage of in the future, or you will become [greedy] yourself."

"I'll be careful." Mark couldn't help but sigh, and his gambling nature was a little heavier.

If he can come back from that damn baptism this time, he really needs to calm down and lay a solid foundation.

Fat Cat pressed a mechanism, and the huge magic circle was like taking away an umbrella. It was easily folded up and turned into a small box half a meter long and wide.

Farewell to Fat Cat, Mark returned to his water mobile base.