Dancing is not allowed on the grave

Searle and Lancelot took the purse and turned back to the entrance of the corridor leading to the black market, when they saw a carriage parked there.

Several men in black robes jumped out of the carriage and entered the corridor in an orderly manner, and their figures quickly disappeared from sight.

In a place like the black market where fish and dragons are mixed, it is not uncommon to see such mysterious people. What makes Searle feel a little strange is that the carriage is filled with a holy milky white halo, and although those few people are wearing black robes, However, the same shimmering light is faintly emitted, which is obviously the fluctuation of magic elements belonging to the light department.

In Losra Continent, almost all light magicians come from the Holy See of Light.

He crossed Black Market Street and found Jacob, a businessman, backstage at the auction house.

"Thanks to Nancy, your batch of goods sold for a good price." Jacob turned the transaction record in his hand to the page of dead bells, which clearly stated 4000 gold coins, even after deducting the commission charged by the auction house There are also 3600 left, which is higher than Seale's expectations.

So when he heard Jacob say that he needed to wait until the auction was over before paying for the goods, he didn't think much about it.

By the time they found a seat, the auction had come to an end.

"Now, the most exciting moment has finally come - I believe that many of you here are here at the auction because of the last treasure..." A girl with a mask and a graceful figure pushed The show car came to the center of the auction stage step by step, and the light beam chased her footsteps.

All eyes were focused on the dark red silk cloth.

Judging from the slightly raised shape, there should be a law code underneath.

Anyone who should understand the value of the Necronomicon understands, and this treasure is a taboo in Losra Continent. Even in the black market auction, no one dares to mention it blatantly.Nancy didn't introduce too much, and went straight to the topic - "The bidding begins."

He didn't even take off the silk cloth covering the lot, and started scrambling for quotations underneath.

"5000 million!"

"Fifty three million!"

"6000 million!"

The sound of bidding was deafening in Searle's ears.

"Did you just shout so loud when you came up?"

"It's not high, Your Highness." Lancelot said, "The value of the Necronomicon cannot be measured by money."

He paused, then sighed softly, "It's a pity."

"What a pity?"

"The Necronomicon is not here at all."

"??"

"Under that cloth is just an ordinary Holy Light Handbook."

Searle: "..."

If what Lancelot said is true, then... why did the black market sell a fake Necronomicon?

A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, linking together the light beam manipulated by the magician, the carriage of the Holy See of the Holy Light, and the manual of the Holy See that has concealed its true colors on the auction stage.

These clues seem to indicate that - tonight's auction itself is a clearing action against necromancer magic.

Sure enough, the moment Nancy lifted the silk cloth, a glaring white light illuminated the entire store.

Lying on the cart was a Holy Light Handbook.

The entrance to the auction house has been blocked, and all the big fish caught by the bait of the Necronomicon Code have been caught.

Everyone in the venue also realized that something was wrong at this time, and immediately ran towards the exit of the store, trying to force a breakthrough with magic.

However, a two-meter-high wall of flames had been built outside the gate, and the scorching heat hit the people in the store. Under the blazing white light, even the air took on a distorted shape.

A hurricane swept across the audience with a "rumbling" noise, and the flames instantly rose to a height of three meters, and the fire also spread closer to the venue, like a giant beast with teeth and claws.

Syl's position was close to the backstage, and he happened to hear Jacob humbly discussing with someone, "My lords, please persuade those two, don't set my auction house on fire..."

He looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw a few men in black robes hidden in the dark, obviously they were the Holy Light Holy See mage whom he had just met at the entrance.

The leader frowned, looking embarrassed, "This...I'm afraid I can't persuade you."

"Hahahahahaha..." In the middle of the sea of ​​flames, the female magician's black cloak was burned to ashes by the flames, revealing charming and bright red long curly hair and a magic robe. In the cheongsam, a high fork is cut on the side of the leg, which perfectly outlines the hot curve.

"boom!"

"boom!"

A few big fireballs blasted into the auction site, smashing out a huge scorched pit, Jacob felt a pain in the flesh.

"Sir Bishop..."

The black-robed man known as the bishop waved his hand, "I will pay you the money for repairing the site."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and asked his subordinates in a low voice, "Who called Melotti here?"

Who doesn't know that this flame witch has a fierce and impulsive personality, and the Holy See of Holy Light will never ask Melotti for help in activities that require secrecy.

"It should be Nancy..." The subordinate also replied in a low voice.

"..." The bishop was silent for a moment, then waved his hand. "Our purpose this time is to bring people back to the Holy See. Be careful not to let Melotti burn to death."

"Yes."

A pastor walked up to Searle, flipped through the transaction records in his hand, and asked with a frown, "You are the one who consigned the dead bells here?"

Seale tried to explain, "Well, that's what I grew out of the ground."

The man in black took off his hood, revealing his blond hair and the badge of the Holy See of Holy Light on his chest, "You kid, don't you blush when you tell a lie? That's something that can be planted casually? Even a high-level necromancer You have to use special utensils to grow dead bells, where did you get them?"

"It's planted in the ground." Searle replied confidently.

"I'll ask you again, where did you get the dead bell plant?"

"It's grown in the ground, if you ask a hundred times, it's also grown in the ground."

"Okay, okay." The pastor gritted his teeth and said "Okay" several times, and with a tap of the scepter in his hand, he released a chain of light technique to bind Syl, trying to give him some pain, "Don't tell the truth?"

"Ding--"

With a very light crisp sound, the milky white chain shattered into countless shards of light and fell to the ground.

Lancelot protected Searle behind him, and said calmly, "My Highness never lies."

Searle: "..."

Although it is true that being protected by someone is very safe, but they have only known each other for a few days, is it too early to use the word "never"?

Lancelot condensed a giant sword made of ice elements in his right hand, and cut a passage in the circle surrounded by the fire wall.

After escorting Syl out of the wall of fire, he seemed to remember something, and turned back into the auction house, walking towards the merchant Jacob.

The bishop who noticed the abnormality arrived in time, waved the scepter, and continuously released brilliant magic of holy light to blast Lancelot.

The latter frivolously swiped his sword, smashing the magical elements to pieces, and he didn't even have any skill at all in his movements, which made the bishop's gaudy chanting movements a bit stupid.

Lancelot stopped in front of Jacob and tapped his knuckles on the table.

The poor businessman was so frightened that he couldn't stand up straight, and hastily offered the money with both hands.

When Syl left the auction house with a bag full of gold coins, he could still hear the Bishop who had never been hit like this shout behind him——

"Holy Light will punish you!"