Monster Hunting High School

Chapter 232 Passing By

"You only need a bag of gold to gain the protection of the great Lord Bastet! Is there any more cost-effective business than this?!"

"Not a hundred bags, not ten bags, just one bag of gold!"

"You will not encounter any danger in the city of Ursa after wearing it!" The short dwarf businessman quickly got rid of the consternation caused by the little banshee's out-of-the-box thinking and continued to work hard to sell his talisman: "And it only takes a moment. Bag of gold!”

Zhu Zhu sighed a little because he couldn't find it.

"I'm so sorry," she puffed up her cheeks, her red pupils full of apology: "Although I am also afraid of danger, I am more afraid of my captain... If the captain knows that I worship other gods, he will eat me Dropped."

After that, she clasped her hands behind her back, shook her head, and skipped out of the dwarf's shop, chasing Nikita who was about to disappear into the sea of ​​people.

The dwarf businessman stared blankly at the little witch's leaving figure. After a while, he spat on the ground unluckily.

Looking back, I saw two sturdy wizards in red robes squatting in front of their stall, looking at another toad-shaped wooden sculpture of a god on the stall, whispering to each other.

One of them is a fat man with a round head and round face and blue skin; the other has a striking red face. Judging from their clothes and appearance, it was obvious that they were all foreigners.

The dwarf's eyes lit up and he immediately approached.

The two wizards were talking quietly.

"Is this the sculpture of that guy from Tsathogya?"

"I think it's a moon beast... The doctor told me that the moon beast, a specialty of Dreamland, looks like a big toad."

"But there are no tentacles around its mouth! And if I remember correctly, the Moon Beast should be white. The color of this sculpture is almost purple-black, similar to Sathoggua."

"Satogua has short hair, not this kind of oily skin..."

"Hey, you're the boss, right?" The blue-skinned fat man turned to look at the dwarf businessman and asked rudely: "Then you must know who this sculpture belongs to, right?"

"Of course!" The dwarf put his hands on his hips and nodded confidently: "The great Sathoggua..."

Fatty Lan immediately looked at his companions with a proud look on his face.

The dwarf changed the topic and added: "...and the descendant of the great Moon Beast Mother! By owning it, you can gain the friendship of the Moon Beast clan and the favor of His Majesty Tsathogya at the same time!"

Fatty Lan's face suddenly turned dark, while his companion, the sturdy wizard with a red face, held his stomach and laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe.

"All you need is a bag of gold!" The dwarf waved his short arms and shouted hoarsely: "A bag of gold! You will be blessed by two adults! Is there any more cost-effective business than this?! Absolutely not. "

The two outsiders stood up.

"Faith is not for sale," Fatty Blue righteously rejected the dwarf's offer: "Blessing is not a business either. You are tarnishing these sacred words."

On the other hand, the red-faced wizard was more honest and said to the dwarf honestly: "Actually, we don't have a bag of gold... We are new here and we don't know what the currency here is."

The dwarf once again spit on the ground with an unlucky look on his face.

Fatty and Zhang Jixin returned to the street and continued walking along the flow of people.

"Speaking of which, the captain and the others should have arrived." Fatty Lan looked around and said, "I wonder where that guy Maodou went..."

"We should go find the black cat." Zhang Jixin replied slowly: "By the way, did you smell anything on that dwarf just now?"

"Well, it's a very faint scent of a demon." Fatty Lan didn't take it seriously and waved his hand: "It's most likely the lingering scent of a demon passing by. Let's not get into trouble for the time being..."

The red-faced wizard nodded silently.

The two of them continued to move forward along with the flow of people.

When Zhu Zhu found Nikita, the banshee was standing in front of a divination booth, bending over and looking carefully at a piece of yellowed parchment.

It was a stall with a big purple umbrella. Golden tassels and fragrant snails hung down from the umbrella ribs, swaying in the breeze. There is a huge table under the umbrella. The tabletop is covered with a purple tablecloth. It looks fluffy and shines slightly white in the sunset. There was a thick book on the table, several rolls of parchment, ink, and purple quills, but the most eye-catching thing was a carved copper pot with a narrow mouth and a big belly.

An old witch with a huge aquiline nose sat behind the table, wearing a thick purple cloak that covered her head, neck and body, leaving only her wrinkled face exposed.

Her skinny hands were like crow's paws, stroking the copper pot and muttering something in her mouth.

Pearl-colored mist sprayed out from the mouth of the pot, condensing into a small figure wearing a turban. The figure held a quill and left a string of cursive characters on the yellowed parchment.

The little banshee moved closer.

A string of poetic words were written in black ink on the parchment:

"The sunset burns,

There is no escape from bad luck.

We stand at the end of life.

I cried bitterly while holding my fantasies and dreams.

But he has a destiny that he cannot change. "

The little banshee looked up at the bright red clouds in the sky, as if blood was burning. The evening breeze blew by, and she tightened her beautiful little robe tightly and shivered.

"What is this?" it asked Nikita in a low voice.

"I don't know either." The banshee shook her head: "It's not a prophecy or a verse. It looks more like a romantic poet lamenting about fate."

"Isn't this for you?" Zhu Zhu looked at the banshee in confusion, and then at the old fortune teller in a cloak sitting behind the booth, with a confused look on his face.

"No," Nikita stood up straight and replied calmly: "I was just standing here, and the little thing in the copper kettle came out by itself and wrote this paragraph."

Zhu Zhu glanced at the old witch cautiously.

The old witch half-closed her eyes and seemed not to hear the conversation between the guests. A soft cat meow rang out from her arms, and a golden paw poked out from under the purple cloak. She stretched her waist, and the five flesh pads spread out comfortably. The little succubus couldn't help but want to reach out and pinch it. A pinch.

"Excuse me," the little banshee resisted the impulse in her heart and politely asked the old witch: "Have you ever seen a wizard and a witch with a gray dog... It probably looks like this ”

She took out a portrait from her arms, which was an image drawn based on the descriptions of the Zugos. However, the Zugos and the wizards are not the same creature after all. It is inevitable that there will be a situation similar to 'face blindness', so the portrait they provided It has simple reference significance only.

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