black magic book

"That's a deal!" The female knight smiled happily.

Before Locke could react, the female knight had already dashed off to the stalls of the nearby demon-hunters to discuss something with them.

"Howl, where's the magic books you seized? Give them all to me! "

"Eric, didn't you say that the Hall of Knights would sell the magic books you got from the two black casters you killed last time? Give them to me first and I'll give you a good price!"

"Sister Wennersi, do you have any extra magic books? Give them to me."

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When the female knight stood in front of Locke again, a pile of magic books that were half the height of a person scattered all over the stall.

Looking at the brand new pages and the scent of books, Locke was sure that most of them were new books.

The only thing that seemed a little out of place was the bloodstains on the covers of some of the books.

As if noticing Locke's gaze, the female knight explained calmly, "Look at these books. They're so clean. You're definitely making a profit by buying them for ten gold coins per catty. Don't worry, they're definitely from a legitimate source!"

He'd be a fool to believe her. She probably thought that any loot from a black caster was a legitimate commodity. It didn't matter if the caster was a black caster or not. Since he'd already been killed by Locke, he'd be a black caster if he said so.

The pile of books in front of him made Locke's heart skip a beat and his wallet twitched.

Most of the magic books were extra-thick tomes that weighed quite a bit. There were at least thirty to forty of them in total.

Although he didn't have a scale to measure the exact weight of the books, every knight was extremely sensitive to the amount of energy they contained. Locke had a rough idea of how much they weighed after packing them all up.

"Here's 1,300 gold moores. Please keep it well!" Locke handed the female knight a major monster core and a pouch of money.

Locke had asked Billie to exchange for the high-grade major monster core with gold moores. Billie didn't earn a single cent from him and sold it back to him at the purchase price, so compared to gold moores, it was more worthwhile for him to use the core.

The female knight was very happy to receive a large sum of money and invited Locke into the tavern for a drink or two.

Locke, who had been standing on the street for a while, felt a little thirsty. He gladly accepted the knight's invitation.

Apart from the two of them, the black-armoured knight also asked his companion to look after the stall for him and followed the female knight and Locke into the tavern.

"Lanie, over here!" As soon as the three of them entered the tavern, a voice called out from the corner of the tavern.

"Coming, brother!" The female knight replied, taking the lead.

When Locke walked over, he found that there were several knights sitting at the table, and each of them gave off a strong vibe. The leader was a knight with a small scar on his face. His handsome face was ruined by the scar, making him look slightly hideous.

However, this ferocious-looking knight was wearing a gentle expression as he joked with the female knight.

"Moss, you're here too!" The knight saw the black-armored man walking over. "How's the sale?"

The black-armored man forced a smile and said, "It's alright."

After hearing the black-armored man's words, the knight's expression changed. The black-armored man wasn't just selling his spoils of war, but the entire party's harvest. Even a quasi-knight wouldn't be able to carry seven or eight magic items with him.

"It's alright. There's a lot of people here, we don't have to worry about not selling!" The knight comforted the black-armored man.

Their team consisted of seven people, two quasi-knights and five high-grade knights. Even with such a powerful lineup, it was only considered average among the Demon Hunters. If the rewards from each mission were not far greater than the effort they put in, then they would have a hard time for a long time.

As if sensing the depressing atmosphere, the female knight with a bottle of beer in her hand pulled the black-armored man and the scarred knight to their seats. "Didn't we get a good harvest today? Don't think about those sad things anymore. Come, let me introduce you to a friend!"

The female knight pointed at Locke and introduced him to the other knights.

Locke was only here to drink. These knights were obviously from the same circle, so how could he, an outsider, allow them to enter? After introducing himself, Locke found a corner, ordered a bottle of cold beer, and started drinking by himself.

After a brief introduction, Locke found out that the scarred knight was called Wright, Laney's brother. The black-armored knight was called Moss. Apart from the three of them, there were four other male knights at the other table. They were all high-rank Knechts and above.

Among them, the scarred knight, Wright, and the black-armored man, Moss, were the strongest. Locke was sure that both of them were quasi-knights.

Back at home, Suzanne only knew how to brew ale. She hadn't learned how to brew beer yet because she was still studying finance.

It had been a while since Locke had tasted such authentic beer.

The conversations at the next table grew louder and louder as the bottles of beer went down their throats. Even Lanie's voices were getting louder and louder, but this didn't arouse his disgust. He listened attentively as he enjoyed his beer and listened to the anecdotes of the others.

The youngest among them had been high-rank Knechts for a few years, so they were definitely more experienced than Locke. What surprised him was that Laney was already thirty years old, six years older than him.

"Sister, don't you think it's time for you to think about your relationship?" The scarred knight, Wright, who had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, urged his sister's personal affairs again. "I think Usain Bolt is a good choice!"

"No, he looks like a gorilla. Brother, can you bear to let your dear sister marry someone like that?" Laney's face was flushed red as she hugged the scarred man's arm.

"Then he's at least a quasi-knight. Even if I'm not by your side in the future, there'll still be someone to protect you," Wright persuaded.

"Hmph, what are you going to do if you're not by my side? Did you find a sister-in-law for me? Even if I don't have you, Brother Moss will protect me! "Laney didn't give up. She was determined not to give in when it came to marriage.

"Brother Moss has his own niece to take care of. How can he take care of you?" Wright glared at her. The scar on his face was like a living centipede. It was terrifying.

However, the female knight was not scared at all. Instead, she made a face and left her elder brother with the beer. She went to chat with the other knights at the table.

"Moss, how is your niece?" After the female Knight left, Wright asked the black-armored man.

"Yeah, I sent her to her aunt's house before we set off," said Moss as he took a sip of beer.

"Sigh, you're still young. Don't throw your life away." Perhaps it was because he had drunk too much, Wright became a little sentimental. He patted the man's shoulder and said, "I believe Cuillis feels the same way."

"I know, but I'm worried about Brooke." Moss sighed.

Moss was forty-five years old this year. As a quasi-knight, he was at the peak of his life. Once he passed the threshold of fifty, his strength, agility and other aspects would decline. In the end, he would regress to the strength of a high-rank Knecht.

Moss had never married in his life. He had a childhood sweetheart called Cuillis, and the two of them had already decided to marry each other when they were very young.

However, after Moss accidentally came into contact with impetus and magic, he resolutely left the small mountain village and went out to pursue his path as a knight. His fiancée, Cuillis, also supported him at that time.

However, the two of them didn't expect that this separation would last for twenty years.

When Moss was in his thirties, he returned to his hometown with the strength of a high-rank Knecht. The girl he loved had already passed away due to illness, leaving behind only his niece.

Cuillis didn't marry until her death. She had always been waiting for Moss to return. Because of this, Moss felt that he owed Cuillis too much. Although he had met many good women, he didn't fall for any of them. He wanted to take Cuillis's place and raise her niece, Brooke.

After taking a sip of beer, Moss leaned on the table and fell into the memory of his sweetheart. This little bit of alcohol wouldn't affect a quasi-knight like Moss at all, but it wasn't the alcohol that intoxicated him.

"I really want to go back to my hometown!" Laney kicked her legs and tilted her head back to take a sip of beer.

"I haven't been to Laney's hometown yet. I think it's in the south?" asked a short knight in their group.

"You've been with Boss for three years and you still don't know?" Another knight looked at the short knight with disdain.

"I've forgotten about it, but I still remember it from before!" The short knight said indignantly.

"I think it's the territory of the Ligia Union in the south," said a yellow-haired knight.

"Rick's territory!" Laney suddenly said.

"Yes, it's this territory." The yellow-haired knight remembered and turned around to see a trace of tears in the corner of her eyes.

"Now that this mission is over, let's go back and take a look." Wright, the scar-faced knight, walked to his sister's side and patted her armor.

He and Laney hadn't been home for a long time. Although their parents had passed away, they still had other relatives. It was good to go back and visit them.

"The Ligia Union?!" Locke, who was sitting not far from them, exclaimed.

When the others turned around curiously, Locke was already walking over with a bottle of beer.

"Are you knights from the Ligia Union?" Locke asked in surprise. It was rude to eavesdrop on other people's conversations, but knights rarely paid attention to such insignificant topics. Besides, there were many people in the tavern anyway.

"No, it's just me, my sister and Moss." Wright looked at Locke with a puzzled expression.

"Hello, let me introduce myself again. I'm Locke from the Kingdom of Faustian!" Locke smiled and handed his hand over.

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