Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

The Magic Alley is brightly lit at night, and where there are lights there are bound to be shadows.

She wandered into the darkness under the lamp, climbed through the window and entered the Cuscuta wand shop.

A handsome boy with blond hair and blue eyes was sitting on a high chair at the front desk. Hearing the sound, he turned to look at her.

Although his appearance had changed, the same cold and indifferent gaze gave her a sense of familiarity, and she stretched out her hand and said "ok".

The other party nodded slightly, and his voice sounded much younger and cleaner, gentle and elegant:

"Those questions that you asked me during the day, do you still need to ask them now?"

Aecilia smiled:

"You really know how to save energy. But I haven't figured out what to do during the day."

He said:

"Having done it to this extent, you won't be helpless during the day."

Aecilia shook the palm of her right hand:

"You have also seen my method."

Ernest was quiet for a while and then said:

"Drink less of that magic potion, it's not good for your health."

Aecilia said indifferently:

"There is no way to drink less. Once the hidden danger is solved, everything will be fine."

Ernest said in a natural tone:

"If there is anything you need to remember during the day, you can ask me or Lucius to remind you."

Aecilia glanced at him and just smiled without saying a word.

Ernest did not continue the topic.

"I want to buy a magic suppressor. If you are a good person, please tell me where I can buy it."

Aecilia looked at him with a smile and said.

His flat gaze fell on her.

"This kind of thing only appears in dungeons," he said. "Why did you buy a suppressor?"

"To protect my fragile palms, of course."

She raised her right hand.

Ernest fell silent again, and soon he nodded:

"can."

Without saying any more unnecessary words, he took her out of the wand shop and then took a few detours into a sparsely populated alley.

He stopped in front of the door of a dilapidated tavern with a closure sign, took out a set of silver keys and unlocked the door, then reached out and handed the keys to her.

Aecilia, who was sketching the route map in her mind, reached out behind him and took it without hesitation, and then the key disappeared from her hand, but no one cared about this small detail.

After pushing the door open and entering the tavern, Ernest locked the door with his backhand under Esilia's gaze, and then walked to the mountain and sea mural on one wall of the tavern.

He raised his hand, and the magic elements surged in his palm, "tearing" the painting alive, revealing the navy blue wall under the wall.

Then he took out a rather ancient short wooden staff, chanted a curse for a second, and the black light floated between the staff. He waved the staff to outline a complicated and strange magic circle on the wall, and finally pointed the tip of the staff toward The star point in the center of the array.

Black light emanated from the lines of the magic circle. Aecilia silently recorded the lines and drawing process of the staff without being reminded. The two figures quickly disappeared after being enveloped by the light of the magic circle. .

After regaining their sight again, they still landed in a tavern. The door was locked from the inside. Ernest took out a new silver key to unlock it, and then handed the key to her casually as usual.

She took it without a word.

The street outside the door was deserted and quiet. She waited for Ernest to lock the tavern with a small magic circle, and then the two of them turned and left the street.

Every city has its own unique underground cities, but none of them are within the scope of legal supervision. This is a gray area where everyone exists in a silent and tacit understanding.

At night, the main urban area of ​​the underground city is dimly lit and bustling with people, making it as lively as a normal above-ground night market.

If you ignore the shouting that is so noisy that it is difficult to ignore.

"Spiritual deer skull! Two gold coins each! Big sale!"

"Living wind grass! Twenty silver coins per plant!"

"Fresh spiritual bird brain! Ten gold coins and half a catty! Take a look, take a look!"

Spiritual creatures have the opportunity to become human beings, and the laws of the kingdom also expressly prohibit the sale of limbs and other parts of spiritual creatures. However, here, these "contraband items" are allowed to be sold openly.

In the eyes of some people, "contraband" is extremely useful and priceless potion materials and consumable materials for magic circle. The longer the life span and the deeper the magical attainments are, the more precious the creatures are——

In fact, humans who can apply these adjectives to themselves can also be priceless consumables.

Although on the surface everyone is selling non-human "materials".

Any magic circle or magic potion that uses human parts has a new name - taboo.

Forbidden magic and forbidden potions, not to mention areas within the jurisdiction of the law, even in dark places like dungeons under the lights, few people dare to really come into contact with them.

As we all know, the process of casting forbidden spells and refining forbidden potions consumes not only the "consumables" purchased at a high price, but also the subject's vitality, mana, lifespan, and even some organs.

If you pick up a random person on the road here and ask them if there are any "taboos" or "people's sex", there is a 90% chance that they will get screams and hostility.

Ernest was in front and Aecilia was behind. The two of them quietly shuttled among the bustling crowds. In her peripheral vision, she saw a large street stall market nearby with hoop games, balloon shooting games, etc. It looked like a relatively normal business, and she even saw humans in doll costumes selling balloons in the crowd and vendors pushing carts around selling snacks.

It's just that the prizes in the game have been replaced by some common potion materials, masks commonly used here, cheap purified magic crystals and other practical items. Some high-end stalls even use inferior wands as prizes - no matter how inferior the wand is, The price won't be that low either.

It is often the busiest business at such stalls.

The balloons sold are not much different from those on the ground. They are nothing more than cartoon heads of various animals and good-looking magic medicines. However, there are two extremes among the vendors selling snacks.

One is a shop that is popular and law-abiding and sells fried tofu, stinky tofu, candied haws, and spicy hotpot. The other is a shop with regional characteristics, pushing the heads of pigs, monkeys, cows, sheep and other animals. When selling, each part is clearly marked with a price, and most people who do this kind of business will not forget to mark the four characters "spiritual animal" in the most conspicuous place of the stall.

When a vendor pushing a cart with a cow's head that could sense the smell of blood from a distance passed by a vendor selling cute calf cartoon character balloons, Esilia couldn't help but laugh.

Ernest stopped and looked back at her, asking with his eyes what was going on.

Aecilia still couldn't restrain her smile, she said:

"Let's do this, you give me a knife, I'll prick a hole in your body, and then I'll make the picture into a balloon and give it to you. What do you think of this idea? Isn't it interesting?"

The expressionless Ernest listened politely, turned back in silence, and continued on his way.