Night Raven Master

Chapter 346 The Witch Tavern
Southern France.

The Halloween balls are over and it's time for what should be called winter break.

At this moment, Art, who acted like a Walker, was standing on a relatively deserted street, and the slightly cold air made pedestrians wrap their coats.

The stone-gray floor tiles covered the entire street. Although it was relatively neat, the black dirt accumulated in the cracks between the floor tiles made the ground look unsuitable for bears to roll around.

He was looking for the bar where the wizards gathered.

Unlike the extraordinary power of Glory World, which is manifested on the surface, ordinary people in this world don't even believe in the existence of magic, and magicians will also hide it to prevent Muggles from discovering it.

including gathering places.

A powerful faction group chooses to live in seclusion?

Art shrugged his shoulders, then shifted his perspective, looking for Fiona and Anna who should have arrived in the "witch bar".

But when he shifted his perspective and took over the thoughts of the crow beside Fiona—

"Ha~ha~"

"Fiona, you are my sweetheart~"

"." The moment he heard this sentence, Art raised his eyebrows, and he already understood what was going on.

Art controlled the crow to turn his head, and sure enough, there was a bed beside him.

Two unobtrusive women having sex in bed is at least pleasing to a man.

But the more you look at it, the less it feels special.

Art turned his head helplessly, and turned his gaze out of the window. After confirming the location of the crow, he turned his gaze back.

"Maybe I should make them into lust vessels and combine them with Crow Shadow."

Art has already begun to seriously consider making Fiona and Anna a lustful crow, because since Anna succeeded in pursuing Fiona, almost every time he turned his perspective to the crow next to Fiona, Both Anna and Fiona can be seen.

The two of them had a great time every time, and their sexual desires became more and more intense. As long as they were transformed into the power of desire, the concentration and intensity were almost comparable to the gluttonous crow shadow created by Art.

If there are demons like erinyao in this world, as long as these two people are transformed into demons, they can become level 20 (lv29-lv[-]) devils in an instant.

Especially Anna, conservatively estimated to have at least lv25.

Emotions and desires, the original power of the devils, this kind of power from the soul, Art has not figured out much yet.

After putting the transformation plan in his mind, Art walked along the street until it was almost at the end of the street, and stopped in front of an inconspicuous three-story house.

Yate could feel the faint spatial fluctuations on the door in front of him.

This door can lead to two places.

Similar to where Hogsmott is, a small unfinished plane, only this one is even smaller.

Stretching out his hand, Art held the doorknob, recalling the specific steps that Anna told him before—pull out the doorknob, push it in again, and read the password:

"Did the black cat lose the Portkey?"

Weak fluctuations of magic power spread on the door.

Push the door again.

Inside the originally quiet door came a lively voice:

"Susu Susu? Your friend's name is so weird!!! Haha!!!"

A short, fat, ball-like middle-aged man with beards squeezed into the chair, laughing loudly.

Opposite him, a tall boy with red hair about 17 years old was holding a wine glass and talking quite talkatively.

The scenery in the room is like an English country tavern in the last century. The L-shaped bar is located in the corner, and many old wooden round tables are placed in the center of the pub.

After seeing Yate, the red-haired boy's eyes lit up and he raised his arms high:
"Hey! Walker!"

"Hello, Marlene Ford." Arthur nodded, closed the door, walked to his side, and looked at the man who looked like a ball.

Yuanqiu opened his eyes, and also looked at Kiyat: "Is this Susu Susu?"

"No." Marineford smiled, and put his right arm on Art's shoulder, "This is Geralt, Walker Geralt!"

"Geralt? A child of the White Wolf family?"

Hearing Geralt's surname, Ball's face was immediately filled with a smile. He pressed the handle of the chair with both hands, pulled himself out of the chair, walked around the table in front of Art, and stretched out his hand:
"Hello! Little Walker! I'm Tofu Mashan, I hope you've heard of Mashan House."

Ma Shan House?

Art thought for a while, and mapped the name to a farm that breeds magical creatures in his memory. Recently, it seems that...
"Of course." Yate also reached out his hand and shook hands with him friendly, "I wonder if you have Level [-] or [-] there."

"Level four or six?" Tofu Mashan, who couldn't understand the stalk, repeated with some doubts, and then thought of the danger classification of magical creatures, but the danger classification is only three——

Safe, Minor Threat, Major Threat.

Or is it rarity?But there are only three levels.

Seeing his confused look, Art smiled:

"Like Eater of Souls."

"Oh, my God." Tofu's body trembled when he heard the name, "No one dares to raise them, even the Magic Council."

Tofu patted his belly, probably where his heart was, and said, "If there is a level for Eater of Souls, it would be level four, no, level five, no, level six!"

The Soul Eater is a kind of ghost-like thing. Its appearance is somewhat similar to that of the dead raven shadows created by Art at first. It wears a black cloak, and inside it is a ghost-like, empty and invisible existence. .

"I don't think we should talk about those nasty things, TOEFL. I think we should talk about the inexplicable wounds on the magical creatures on your farm. We need to find the reason and help you deal with it."

Marlene Ford, who was next to her, spread her hands, dragged a chair from the side, and placed it behind Art.

Then Marlene Ford looked at Art and grinned: "I think the Geralt family is very familiar with the characteristics of various magical creatures, right, Geralt?"

"Maybe."

"Hey Walker, I don't think that's the right answer."

Marlene Ford leaned into Art's ear:

"You should answer in the affirmative."

"Ok."

Art turned to look at the middle-aged man who had tucked himself back into the chair.

In fact, if he was right, he knew about it.

Not only did he know, but he did it.

To be precise, his crows did it.

(End of this chapter)