Chapter 153 White Fang Castle

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The place that was originally a cliff has now become a long white stone bridge.

The white stone bridge crosses a large river, the river water is turbulent, and the sound of water is whistling.

"Where is this? "Herag asked in confusion.

Brack also held a wooden sign in his hand and explained, "This is the token of the White Fang Castle. Only the wizard holding the token can see the road to the White Stone Bridge."

Herag glanced at the wooden sign in his hand and found nothing strange.

"Let's go. This is the effect of the magic array here." Brak saw Herag studying the wooden sign, smiled and walked in front.

"Another magic array..." Herag knew nothing about magic arrays and had no knowledge of this at all.

After he walked onto the White Stone Bridge, he saw that the lights on the other side of the bridge were bright, and there was a large town.

The town was bustling with people coming and going.

After Herag passed the White Stone Bridge, an old lady soon came over with a cart. There were all kinds of candies on the cart, and there were all kinds of insects in the candies.

The old lady looked at Herag and asked, "Do you need to buy some insect candies? They are all made by me and are delicious. "

Herag waved his hand to show that he was not interested.

The old lady did not pester him, but smiled politely and pushed the cart to go somewhere else.

Herag noticed that even this old lady was a first-class wizard apprentice.

He looked around and saw that there was not a single ordinary person on the street. They were either wizards or wizard apprentices.

When Herag walked on the street, he also noticed that some wizard apprentices were even hanging clothes upstairs.

He asked curiously: "Mr. Black, are there many people living here?"

Black said: "Yes, there are many wizards or wizard apprentices who live here."

Herag noticed that there were many stores here. Stores generally had marks similar to family crests. Obviously, these were stores belonging to a wizard organization or wizard family.

"We are almost there. Our Church family's property in White Fang Castle is just ahead. "Brack smiled and took Hellagur around a corner.

Hellagur's eyes suddenly opened up. This was a very wide street with tall buildings on both sides.

The tall buildings were even more than ten meters high, and lights were on in each floor. At this moment, Hellagur felt as if he was in his previous life.

The crowds on the street were denser, and many people looked like they were shopping.

There were couples holding hands, and families of three carrying or hugging children.

There were also people pushing wheelchairs with gray-haired old men walking slowly on the street.

Hellagur looked back and realized that the area behind him was more like a residential area, so it was not so lively.

The street in front of him was like a commercial street, almost all kinds of shops, stores, and restaurants.

"It turns out that the world of wizards is more exciting than I thought. "Herag muttered to himself.

He thought wizards stayed at home and studied hard every day, but he didn't expect that there were so many wizards who enjoyed life.

Brack heard his muttering and laughed: "Do you think everyone is as hard-working as you? Many wizards will relax at the right time, which is why I want to take you out for a walk. You stay in the Black Rock Valley all day long and haven't gone out for a whole year. I don't know how you can stay there. "

Brack really admired Herag for this. He stayed in the deserted castle every day and never came out unless there was something.

Herag smiled embarrassedly and didn't say that he was afraid of encountering accidents when going out.

He always remembered that there was a sword of Damocles on his head, and he might meet Malcolm as soon as he went out.

Herag would not act rashly before he was sure of winning.

If it weren't for Brak accompanying him this time, he would not have come out.

Herag observed the people on the street and suddenly understood.

Not everyone can keep getting promoted like him Most people can never cross a threshold again.

Perhaps it is because of qualifications, or because of resource limitations, various reasons lead to the fact that promotion is not so smooth.

Many people start to enjoy life after knowing that there is no hope of promotion, or start to consider the training of their children and grandchildren like Bessie.

Herag has never lay down because he has been working hard to improve, and even sleep is replaced by meditation.

The two squeezed on the street for ten minutes and came to a shop.

The shop was brightly lit, and there were a few big words on the door: "Church Potion Shop."

This is the business of the Church family, responsible for selling various potions and potion materials, and also accepting various potion refining orders.

"Lord Brak!" The waiter in the shop showed a surprised expression on his face when he saw Brak, and he rushed over immediately.

Brak just hummed and introduced: "This is Herag Merlin, and he has completed many orders during this period. "

A group of waiters looked over, bowed and saluted, and at the same time remembered Herag's appearance.

The store manager was a skinny middle-aged man. He came trotting over after hearing the news.

Usually, a manager is in charge of daily affairs in the store, and these waiters are responsible for receiving customers in the store.

The decoration inside the store is very grand, and various potions are placed everywhere in different categories.

Herag looked at the prices, which were much higher than the market price, and many of them looked like they were made by himself.

Although the prices were high, the business was very good.

The potions of the Church family were famous for being good, so there was an endless stream of buyers.

Brak and Herag walked in front, followed by a group of people behind them.

Compared with them, Herag's status was naturally high, and these people were just wizard apprentices.

In the Church family, the status of potion masters was very high.

"We will stay here for the next few days. There are many rooms here and the conditions are not bad." Brak said.

Herag nodded and said, "Mr. Brak can arrange it, I have no objection."

The lower floors of the store are all for sale, and the top two floors are rooms reserved for the Church family or the guests of the Church family.

The house is very large, with bathrooms and toilets, complete facilities, and luxurious decorations.

As soon as Herag entered, he smelled a fragrance and immediately recognized it: "It is the fragrance of withered vanilla, which can relieve anxiety and help sleep."

This is a more luxurious fragrance, and its price is equivalent to high-level magic potion materials.

The auction will start the day after tomorrow. Herag took a hot bath in the bathtub and then fell on the soft big bed.

The very comfortable feeling made Herag want to sleep. He thought about it and erased his distracting thoughts and entered a meditative state.

You can sleep, but you have to complete the meditation practice first, and you can't slack off for a day.