On Saturday evening, the week of study just ended.

Students leave the campus in groups of three or five, while some people who live in farther cities will choose to stay in the school dormitory.

"Today I am still silently paying attention to you, and my admiration for you is burning my heart..."

In the management office downstairs of the dormitory, Jenny took a letter without any mark from Mrs. Martini, and when she opened it, she saw the content on the note.

His face turned pale.

"Ms. Martini, recently... someone has been following me recently. I'm afraid he... I'm afraid he will break into the dormitory!"

Jenny's voice was not loud enough, and she was born in the working class and was a humble part of the university.

The family’s expectation for her is to find a husband with status and wealth through college to help the family.

She didn't want to cause trouble, but she couldn't stand being spying on her.

That feeling has bothered her for nearly a week.

The man appeared behind the classroom door, beside the trees in the garden, along the pond, as if she was there, the other party would follow him...and no one else could see!

Da ~

It sounded like the sound made when the locks were combined, and it sounded in my ears, but the two of them looked in different directions.

Next to the flower bed outside the dormitory, the man appeared again. He wore a black hat with a wide edge and a black windbreaker with a vertical collar, staring at himself.

"ah!"

The screams rang out uncontrollably.

"Miss Jenny, I didn't see anyone. I think it might be because you are under too much pressure that makes you feel this way. I suggest you go back to the dormitory to rest as soon as possible."

Looking around, she didn't see anyone. Jenny Pandalia had mental problems, and students who entered and exited the dormitory often mentioned this in recent days.

Now Ms. Martini believes it too.

"You, you don't believe me..."

The person next to the flower bed disappeared. He had always been like this, never appearing in front of others. Jenny held the letter tightly and turned around and entered the dormitory building.

Mrs. Martini bowed her head and continued her work.

There was footsteps in front of the counter, and a black figure was following Jenny.

The distance is not far or near.

Mrs. Martini looked up, her eyes were not focused.

She saw nothing...

**

According to Sherlock, God has to rest on weekends, so how can people continue to work? So after returning to Puston, Donald had a small vacation.

Infinita was not at home and didn't know where she went. Donald had lunch outside and rested at home for an afternoon.

Take a look at books like "Exorcist Evil" and "Enemy of Religion", meditation, and trying to break through your spiritual power 2.5.

This is a simple quantification he did for himself, in order to facilitate his own cognition, and based on the initial total mental power as the criterion, after this period of meditation and practice, he has now increased by 1.5 degrees.

At night, his spirits recovered, Donald tidied up his clothes and went to the underground market alone.

The underground market was still lively, and he didn't stop outside and went directly to the stall where he traded last time.

"Your Excellency, you are finally here, I thought..."

I didn't know anything before, and it was useless to hold three lost stone slabs. Even though I thought to myself, I could still bear it.

Now that one of them has been successfully translated, it is amazing. After returning home and studying it over and over again, I will inevitably care more about the remaining two after understanding it.

I wish I could translate it immediately and start trying it out.

"Jazz, pay attention to the expression. The transaction between us is secret. If I were to know that you told other people about this, our transaction might end here."

Knowing the importance of losing slate, Donald naturally needs to be more careful in this regard. The dealings with jazz and cults is a helpless move, on the one hand, for strength, and on the other hand, for self-protection.

As for Sherlock, I can only say that he didn't understand the importance of this ability at that time.

Now that I think about the weekly salary of 1 gold pound is actually a loss.

"I'm very sorry, I'm not able to control myself well. If possible, let's talk inside?"

"in?"

Donald looked at the Jazz pointing to the large tent in the center of the square, hesitating.

"Don't you know? It's a place specially set up for private transactions in the underground market. As long as you pay a certain fee, you can get a quiet compartment. The transactions between us are equally important to me, so I hope to have a quiet room for easy conversation. Of course, I pay the fee."

The three lost stone slabs were collected by the Jazz at a great price. If the passersby heard about it, he would be unhappy. The last time was the first transaction, and both sides did not trust each other, so it was carried out on the spot.

Now that we have a foundation of trust, it is naturally different.

Donald nodded and agreed. Sir immediately packed all the things on the table and put them into a suitcase next to him. The number was not large, just three or five strange objects.

Heading to the large tent in the center of the square and passing by the last floor, Donald saw what the so-called animal layer was.

No strange-looking monsters are for sale in iron cages. There are also counters here, but they are not strange objects, but wooden statues on them.

"The ones placed on the counter are physical statues of creatures for sale. People in the underground market specially carved for these sellers, and the ones pressed under the statues are a brief introduction to the creatures."

Jazz has been here for a while and is very clear about the situation on the floor behind him.

"What are you usually selling? You can't be a pet, right?"

"You are right, it's really pets, but special pets. Most of them have psychic attributes. Their intelligence is higher than ordinary beasts, and the price is not cheap. Some nobles and capitalists like these. They buy a snake that understands the call of humans for dozens of gold pounds without blinking. This may make them feel a unique feeling... There are many parallel goods here, because many buyers have no eyesight at all, which is easy to cheat."

People in the upper class are used to a wealthy life and always want to seek excitement in ordinary days. These special creatures are part of it.

“There is nothing more special?”

What about the monsters, what about the monsters that can spit fire and spit water?

"Haha, I know what you want to ask, strange beasts, right? But there are too few that kind of creatures. Like the strange disciples among humans, there is no one out of a thousand people. The strange beasts are even more rare. I remember that in June last year, a puppy that can only spit out Mars appeared in the underground market. I have seen it. It was really just a little bit of Mars. The price at that time... 200 pounds, or the starting price, and the subsequent discussion was in quiet room, and the final price was definitely only high or low!"

The Jazz obviously has a certain status in the underground circle, at least the strange beasts must not be seen at all.

It takes 200 gold pounds to spray sparks. If you really spit out a fireball, how many times will it be?

This is indeed the case... There is no way, there are many rich people, the rapid development of industry and the accumulation of social wealth have made more and more rich people.

Identity and status cannot be reflected by money alone, there must be something more special.

Imagine having a party with gentlemen in the manor, I whistle with a crisp whistle, and a beast ran into the distance, with flames that had not dissipated, extremely ferocious. Then I ran to myself and squatted down and wagged my tail. The style of conquering the ferocious beast is as high as wearing a few gem rings.

As for whether the beast would spit out the fire and burn these people together, or rushed over and didn't stop, hitting one or two people to death, no one thought about the question...

The charging room was outside the tent. The Jazz threw 3 shillings, took a license plate from the corner of the table, and walked into the tent with Sherlock. A waiter immediately came up.

Nearly ten compartments are separated in an annular shape, and each compartment has a distance of nearly one meter as a space. This is to prevent people from eavesdropping on the partition wall or using other means.

"The quiet room is not used normally, most transactions are negotiated outside."

Before, Donald saw 7 remaining license plates on the charging table, which means that most of the places inside are now empty.

According to the license plate, find the exclusive number room, iron door, and there are special guards outside, one on the left and right, with a gun holster hanging around the waist. Once the internal transaction begins, no outsiders are allowed to approach and forcibly break through, these guards will fire immediately, and then the combatants who maintain order in the underground market will also arrive within a few minutes.

The room is very simple in layout, with two clean sofas, a round table, and candles on both sides. Some kerosene lamps are not allowed to be placed here.

"Your Excellency, even in the current environment where magic skills are extremely scarce, I have prepared three scrolls for you, which represents my sincerity. Please check it out."
Chapter completed!