Dancing is not allowed on the grave

The two moved instantly to the street outside the tavern.

"Huh?" Searle strained his spirits, and caught a glimpse of a faint silver light from a chain at the skirt of Mr. Butler's coat.

"Space Talisman." Lancelot took out the chain from the neckline with his right hand, and a silver metal rhombus pendant hung at the bottom. "You can use teleportation once a day."

Magicians know that they will be in danger if they get close, so they usually carry a piece of life-saving equipment with them.

The situation was safe for the time being, and Searle's spirit relaxed, and his tiredness surged, and he yawned sullenly.

"Go to sleep." Lancelot bent down and hugged him very lightly, "Leave the rest to me."

There was no temperature in Lancelot's arms, and Searle fell into a deep sleep without feeling that he was being hugged.

When he woke up, the surroundings were pitch black, only the sound of Lancelot's steady footsteps echoed in the narrow corridor.

"You are awake."

After Syl was put back on the ground, he realized that Mr. Steward had been walking with him in his arms.

"..." He stopped thinking, and stretched out his hand to touch his face, which was a little hot, but fortunately, it was so dark that no one could see.

"Shen?"

"Ok?"

"I mean, am I heavy? Thank you."

"No." Lancelot's voice in the dark was faintly smiling. "It's very light, it feels like holding a lamb."

"??"

What does this describe.

Syl touched his wool roll, grabbed Mr. Steward's cold hand and pressed it on top of his head, "Look, I don't have horns."

Lancelot laughed, and was about to say something when a light in front of him suddenly broke into his field of vision.

He reacted very quickly and turned around to block in front of Searle, only to vaguely see someone holding a kerosene lamp and pulling back the curtain.

Lancelot put on the mask for Syl, and reminded in a low voice, "The black market is ahead."

The shaky kerosene lamp approached gradually, and several men in black robes walked by.Searle noticed the scrutinizing gazes under their masks, and subconsciously grasped Lancelot's hand.

Although they couldn't see his face clearly, but seeing his nervous movements, those few people knew that this was a young nobleman who came to the black market for the first time, so they didn't take it to heart and chatted to themselves.

"I heard that there will be a treasure from Isabella's era at the auction tonight?"

"Yes, the businessman just said that he saw it, it's the code."

"Code? It's not that?"

"Maybe." The owner of the voice is a woman. "Tonight's buyer is not easy. There are six or seven high-level magicians, and one is probably close to the great magister."

Searle wondered what was going on behind them, but was too far away to hear.

I had to ask Lancelot: "Mr. Steward, do you know what 'that' they just said?"

Lancelot replied: "The Necronomicon."

Necromancy first appeared in Isabella's time. It is said that it was created by an alchemist, and the necromantic code left by this warlock recorded the most mysterious, profound and powerful spells about necromancy.

Since the Holy See of the Holy Light strictly banned killing spirit magic and destroyed related books, there are basically no books on the market that record necromancy. Now most of the necromancers who make trouble in Losra are wild roads—and therefore, there are many necromancers. A priceless treasure coveted by mages.

"Then they just said that many senior magicians came tonight, all for that?"

"It should be." Lancelot lifted the curtain and turned sideways to let Syl pass first. "Don't worry, high-level magicians won't do anything to us."

Behind the curtain is a long street. Although it is a black market, only the corridor is completely dark when you come here. The stalls along the long street are all lit with kerosene lamps. The armor and weapons on several stalls reflect the lights, reflecting a Metallic shine.

Lancelot took Seale to the manager of the black market stall, a businessman named Jacob.

"Unfortunately, you are late."

Jacob looked embarrassed: "The stalls have already been rented out."

Originally, the stalls in the black market were not tight, but somehow the news that there will be good things in tonight’s auction attracted a large number of high-level magicians, and many dealers saw this opportunity, so they made reservations with Jacob several days in advance Once the booth is ready, I am ready to make a fortune while the crowd is big.

"However—" the businessman, who was unwilling to give up any opportunity to make money, proposed, "If your goods are not of many types, you can also hand them over to us for auction."

You've come, you can't go back empty-handed.

Searle agreed to hand over the goods to the black market for auction. After counting and handing over, Jacob handed the red stamped auction book to Searle, and led the two into the auction house at the end of the black market's long street.

The auction hadn't started yet, but the audience was already full of people. Jacob turned around before finding a seat.

Lancelot let Syl take a seat, and stood by himself, his eyes under the mask calmly scanned the crowd under the auction stage.

"Hello." A clear female voice sounded in Searle's ear, and at the same time, her left shoulder felt hot.

He had never seen such a scene before, and he was a little nervous, but suddenly he was patted by the person next to him, and he fell to Lancelot in fright.

Seeing the dark red curly hair exposed under the other party's hood, he patted his chest before responding, "Hello."

The eyes under the mask of the red-haired woman smiled, "You are really interesting."

It seemed to be a magician, with a red mage robe hidden under the black cloak, probably practicing fire magic.

"Is this your first time here?" asked the magician.

Syl thought for a while before nodding, "Yeah."

"It's my first time here too." The female magician didn't care, and said her purpose of coming here casually, "I heard that there are good things here tonight. I came from the imperial capital several days in advance."

Syl heard from Lancelot that only the capital of the Augustinian Empire was called the imperial capital, "Are you from Augustinian?"

"Of course." She pinned her red hair behind her ear and winked at Seale. "Is that your friend?"

Hearing the female magician's question, Syl realized that she might be interested in Mr. Steward.

"He's my... well, butler."

"The housekeeper?" The female magician frowned, apparently not expecting that the two were in a master-servant relationship. "I thought he was a magician."

"He is practicing magic, but..." Silton paused, stopping the conversation in time, without revealing Lancelot's strength.

"But what?" the other party asked.

"It's nothing."

The female magician became more and more interested, "Is there anything I can't say? Could it be...he is practicing necromancy?"

"Huh??" Searle quickly explained, "No, no, don't talk nonsense."

This is to be sent to the gallows.

"Since it's not, why are you hesitating? Even if it is, it doesn't matter. There are quite a few people who practice necromancy here, and it is estimated that more than half of them are here for that code." She paused, and added, "Me too. "

Syl was taken aback, and asked hesitantly, "Do you practice necromancy?"

"I'm a fire mage, so I don't need to practice necromancer magic." The female magician replied, "However, that code is not just as simple as recording necromancer magic, it is said that it also records the forbidden technique of summoning the devil."

"Summon the Demon King?"

Sounds great.

"Yes, don't you know? The demon king who almost destroyed the Holy See of Light more than 1000 years ago was summoned by that alchemist." Only the forbidden curse can defeat it."

"But I heard that the Demon King cannot be killed, but is sealed and buried in the ground forever."