"I am currently in poor strength...I want to wait for a while before testing."

Sulu replied in a pondering manner.

Although he is powerful, he will not help the Shadow Council kill and set fire.

"Yes...we won't force newcomers."

To his expectations, the 'Speaker' agreed happily: "It's just that your authority... is limited to the newcomer level, is there no problem?"

"No problem!"

Sulu nodded.

"Then...go to the next issue. It's about to come 'Rorry Day', plus the federal actions, there are many outsiders... I hope everyone will remain restrained and calm..."

The Speaker looked around, his eyes cold, and he released terrible pressure.

‘As it turns out… this Shadow Speaker is a fourth-level professional…Rorry Festival? It is a festival commemorating the completion of the city of Rory…a grand parade and celebration is held in winter, huh? It seems that Irving’s birthday was also on that day, and I also received an invitation…’

Sulu listened indifferently.

Soon, it was time for free communication.

"Scholar... the information you entrusted me to inquire last time has news!"

As the fragrance wind passes, the voice of the "Saint Maiden" approaches.

"oh?"

Sulu's eyes lit up.

Last time, he listed some extraordinary creatures that he needed and may be common on the West Coast, and commissioned the "Saint" to find clues as a supplement to his inquiry.

Unexpectedly, there will be gains so soon.

“I will pay.”

"Very good...'Bagbeak','Kangaroo','Breaking Falcon','None of the magical creatures you described appeared, at least in the vicinity of Rory... There is only one Chikutal that meets your criteria!"

This is an extraordinary creature similar to a horse. It is cruel, very bloodthirsty and very fast.

“Where is the address?”

Sulu recalled the information about Chikutal and asked.

"I can do this order for free, as long as you tell me... are you good at making magical items?"

The 'Saint' is closer.

"No...it's just a ritual need, I'll pay."

Sulu's face turned solemn and immediately denied it.

If a low-level extraordinary person is good at making magical items or mysterious potions, his combat effectiveness will inevitably be low unless he works part-time and he will easily become a "fat sheep" in the eyes of some major forces!

‘Maybe...it is because of this speculation that I can easily join such a circle?’

A speculation emerged in Sulu's mind: 'And these... are all temptations? They are ready to control me at the right time?'

"Okay OK...What a boring little guy."

The 'Saint' smiled and pulled out a note with a fragrance from his body: "My people saw traces of its activity in this area yesterday, but they did not guarantee that it would not leave..."

"Thanks."

Sulu delivered the Golden Dragon, put the address away, and did not say a word in the next party, and stayed until the end.

The black shadows stood up and left, and soon there were only a few people left in the shadow hall.

They are both full members of the Shadow Council, with terrible energy in Rory City, and the ‘Saint’ is one of them.

"I believe... the 'scholar' is a craftsman or a potionist. Judging from the material information he collected and the ability he had shown before, the spells and ritual abilities are just his concealment and disguise... Although he is on guard, I have the confidence to let him join us..."

The 'Saint' said lazy and authentic.

"You can try... but it's better not to be recently!" The Speaker's voice became indifferent: "Reiterate that it's important recently. Before 'Rorry Day', you all give me some peace."

“No problem.”

The official members answered one after another.

Although I don’t know what the Speaker was planning, that matter was obviously very important, and the other party’s coldness and iron-blooded methods had already conquered them.

...

The next day, early morning.

Sulu asked Margaret to prepare, and he wanted to take her and Harlock to set out to try hunting "Chikutal" in the suburbs!

"hunt?"

Margaret looked at Sulu: "The autumn is over now..."

Autumn is the season for hunting. In winter, animals are not glamorous because they are hungry for winter.

"Not an ordinary animal!"

Sulu smiled and reminded him.

"Okay..." Margaret muttered, and went back to clean up quickly.

It can be seen that the little girl is a little excited.

After getting along, Su Lu knew that the other party was just an ordinary girl who yearned for the mysterious world, but she didn't know what was going on, and it was related to the ancient snake.

Perhaps... it was when Lao Made was copying messy materials that he accidentally copied a confidential piece of information from the ancient snake association?

They are written in escrow, which are the symbols in the manuscript?

Sulu pressed his thoughts and began to recall the information of "Chikutal". This name is in ancient Hebrew and translated as "The Fierce Horse of Blood and Wind".

It was a magical creature similar to a horse, with sharp teeth and liked to eat raw flesh and blood.

Moreover, with certain flesh-like magic abilities and mastering the power of wind, the adult "Qikutal" is at least equivalent to a second-level professional, which is very difficult to deal with.

‘But…who stipulates that hunting must face head-on?’

Sulu smiled at the corner of her mouth.

Bang bang!

At this moment, the door of the apartment was suddenly smashed roughly.

"Not ringing the doorbell means it's urgent and urgent?"

Sulu went over and opened the door, and Owen rushed in like the wind: "It's so scary...it's so scary..."

His face was worse than before, his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he seemed to have not been asleep for several days.

"What's going on? Quiet!"

Sulu had to use his arrogant words to make him sit down and calm down slowly.

"Sure enough... you have mastered the mysterious power and must save me!"

Owen grabbed Sulu's arm and tried very hard.

"What happened? Have a nightmare?"

Sulu broke free without a trace and glanced at Margaret next to him.

"Yes...but not just!"

Owen asked Jindum to go out in a hurry: "That well... appeared in my villa! Just this morning, it seemed to appear suddenly."

"Um?"

Sulu leaned forward, and he really didn't expect: "What?"

"What else do you want?"

Owen grabbed his head: "I understand... My nightmare is a sign, a curse! I will fall into the ancient well one day in the future and die there! No... I am not married yet, I don't want to die!"

"The Gujing suddenly appeared? A curse?"

Su Lu pursed her lips, feeling that this should be a supernatural incident, and the other party has a strong ability to influence reality.
Chapter completed!