With that, the short youth kicked the black python on the ground away, turned around, and walked deeper into the snake's belly, exposing his back to César. The black snake slithered behind its master.
In just a few minutes of contact, he had already determined that the fellow in front of him was a temperamental and dangerous person. César felt a lot of pressure when interacting with such a person.
He didn't believe that this person would treat him well, nor did he believe that he really wanted to treat him to a meal, but he still followed behind the other party.
Because he had no choice.
He was currently in the belly of the giant snake. If the giant snake didn't open its mouth, he almost didn't know how to leave this place.
He followed behind the short youth, touched the owl on his shoulder that was trembling in fear, and whispered, "It's fine now."
The owl cooed softly.
It rubbed its head against his hand.
With the help of the silver light spots circling around the young man, César could see that every four or five meters in the belly of the giant snake, there was a skeleton of a dead person embedded in it.
If one looked all the way, they would be densely packed and couldn't see the end of it. They were like some kind of unique collection, hanging on the inner wall of the snake's belly. From their posture, one could see that these people were struggling before they died. They were twisted and abnormal.
Without a doubt, this mysterious short youth was the wizard that the owl had mentioned. César could also feel an aura similar to his from him. He didn't have a good impression of that aura because it was mixed with too much coldness, making him not like a person, but more like an upright snake.
When he passed by the corner of the passage, he even saw a person who hadn't turned into a skeleton yet stuck in the snake's belly.
He wasn't dead yet. His eyes were still moving, but his body was stuck in the snake's belly like a swamp, unable to move at all. This was probably some unlucky person like him who had accidentally entered the snake's belly and couldn't get out.
However, he didn't have his good luck.
The short youth didn't talk to that person as much as he did.
He stopped in front of the man who hadn't died yet. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped on the snake's belly twice. Incomparably tiny baby snakes drilled out of the belly wall, like veins, and drilled into every corner of the man's body.
Countless small snakes swam in the body of the unlucky man who was stuck in the snake wall. His eyes moved desperately, but he couldn't make a sound.
In the end, he could only die in despair.
The scene was too horrible to look at.
César could only watch as that person died, feeling helpless. He became even more wary of that short youth. Just what kind of person would have such a terrifying hobby?
Noticing the vigilance in the young man's eyes, the short young man smiled and said, "It's a free first lesson. No matter which great wizard you ask, they will tell you that life and death are worthless. Only the actions between life and death are valuable."
He said faintly, "Those who don't realize this are just a pile of meat. Since they are a pile of meat, then being eaten is their greatest value."
César shook his head. "Then why didn't you just kill him?"
"Oh ~"
The short young man ran his fingertip across the skeleton on the snake wall with a pleasant smile on his face.
"I personally like to see the true side of people. Strength, weakness, arrogance, and humility are all things that I like."
"You can still maintain your reality when you're about to die?" César didn't think so.
"Only on the brink of death can a person be real."
The short man said.
César didn't reply. He couldn't agree with the short young man's words for the time being.
The two continued forward. Finally, the skeleton on the snake wall disappeared. They came to the most spacious area in the snake's stomach.
The fire illuminated César's face.
It turned out that there was everything in the snake's stomach. There was a fire, a crucible on the fire, a dining table, a kitchen, a bookshelf, a wooden staircase, a bed on the wooden staircase, a carpet, candles, a fireplace, and even a pool for bathing.
He finally understood that this wasn't a snake at all. It was this man's home. He lived in the snake's stomach. It was just like how he was locked up in the tower by his father. Everything he ate and drank was done in the tower.
"Are you a wizard?"
Although César already knew the answer in his heart, he still wanted to confirm it with his own mouth. This was the first wizard he had met in his life.
"Nonsense."
The young man in the green robe relaxed and leaned against the cushion. "Even a blind person can tell, can't they?"
He snapped his fingers, and the ground started to shake again.
Although he couldn't see it, César knew that it was the giant snake that had started to move. However, he wasn't stupid enough to think that the snake outside was a real snake. Of course, such a giant creature couldn't grow in nature. It was too exaggerated.
If he wasn't wrong, it should be a snake-shaped carriage. A snake-shaped carriage made by a wizard.
Sure enough, the short young man said, "There are always a lot of blind people out there who want to fight with me, especially those guys from the Christian Church. They use the slogan of paganism all day long and want to kill all wizards. I don't have time to fight with them for the time being, so I built this thing. Maybe I designed it a little too big. There are always strange people who fall in, but you're the luckiest one. You're my guest, hahahaha! "
He laughed heartily. When he finished laughing, César asked him, "What's your name?"
"Salazar Slytherin."
The young man in the green robe asked casually, "What about you?"
"My name is Si …" César hesitated.
"Si what?"
Slytherin asked him curiously.
For some reason, César suddenly remembered what Nightingale had told him. He couldn't tell anyone his real name, as it would make him be controlled by others.
"Silby Spencer."
César made up a name for himself. He decided that he would use this name to communicate with outsiders in the future.
"Ha, I've never heard of you."
Slytherin said frankly, "Well, forget it. You don't look like a famous guy. Maybe if I kill you here, no one will avenge you."
He stretched and stood up. Silby's shoulder, Nightingale shivered in fear. However, Slytherin didn't do anything to Silby. He went to the kitchen, took the prey he had taken from Silby, and skillfully began to skin and clean it.
Slytherin went to prepare the food. Silby stood up and looked more carefully at the magical snake house.
An unknown and viscous green liquid was boiling in the crucible. Silby didn't know what it was, but he felt that it must be poisonous.
There was also a transparent square fish tank against the wall. There were a few colorful snakes swimming in the tank, but when Silby walked over, he realized that it wasn't just a few snakes, but a strange seven-headed snake. One of the heads even swallowed the other.
There was also a row of bookshelves. Silby saw a whole shelf of books. The books were thicker than the previous one, and they seemed to be handwritten. There were scribbles on the backs of the books: "Highly Toxic Substances," "Detailed Introduction to Black Magic," "A Hundred Powerful Spells," "A Thousand Types of Wood and Their Magical Properties," "Diary: Dancing with Snakes," "Guide to Raising Basilisk," "The Relationship of Snakes, Toads and Roosters," "On How to Win a Woman's Heart," "Twenty Ways to Control the Mind," "Witches Are Women Too …"
There were only a few types of books on the shelf. One was related to magic, one was related to snakes, and the other was related to women.
Silby was not interested in women. He had been taken care of by hundreds of maids since he was a child, and his personal maid had made him lose interest in women since he was thirteen years old.
He also didn't like snakes. They were like wriggling gullies, making him feel dirty and dangerous.
However, Silby couldn't wait to sit down and read the books on magic. This was especially true for the few black magic and spell books with thick notes. They made his heart itch unbearably.
However, he knew that he couldn't. This was someone else's territory, and his habit still made him maintain the reserved manner of a prince.
"Why? Are you interested in my books?"
Slytherin asked with a smile after washing the prey.
"Yes, I'm very interested."
Silby answered honestly. "I haven't read any of these before."
"Then, you can read them if you want."
The young man in the green robe smiled. "But first, help me roast some meat."
He lifted the skinned prey in his hand and threw it to César. "There's seasoning beside the fire."
Silby took the prey. He thought about how he had been swallowed into the stomach of a huge snake, met a wizard in green robes, and was even asked to roast meat in the stomach of a snake. If this had happened a day ago, he would have found it unbelievable. But now, he could actually accept it.
Thoughts flooded his mind. However, the moment he sat beside the fire, he immediately focused and began to roast the meat. He brushed the honey, spread the sauce, and sprinkled the salt. It was as if roasting meat was the only thing left in the world.
While he was roasting the meat, Slytherin took an apple and sat beside the carpet, looking at him with interest as he ate the apple.
After thirty minutes of silence, the meat was roasted.
It was golden and crispy, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. Fat dripped down, and a sweet aroma filled the snake's stomach, whetting one's appetite.
"Not bad!"
Slytherin praised as he sat opposite the fire. He looked at the roasted rabbit. "Looks like you're very experienced. Isn't this your first time roasting?"
"Yes."
Silby said calmly.
In fact, this was his first time roasting meat. As a prince, he had always been provided with everything he needed since he was young. However, it was strange. As long as Silby was willing to do something, he would do it well no matter what. This was his talent. However, he would not tell anyone about this. Grand Scholar Hugo had told him a long time ago that humility was the most basic virtue. Especially in front of strangers, one must show weakness and humility.
As expected, Slytherin had a look of realization. "No wonder. Your family is a chef?"
"Yes."
Silby answered without batting an eyelid. It was better to go along with what others said than to explain himself. He tore off a steaming rabbit leg and handed it to Slytherin.
"Good, very good."
Slytherin was very satisfied. He found a comfortable cushion and took the rabbit leg from Slytherin. He sat on the cushion and enjoyed the delicious food.
After sharing food, it was reasonable to say that the relationship between them should have eased a little. However, Silby could not let down his guard because he felt that there was some kind of greed in Slytherin's green eyes. What did Slytherin want from him?
Silby asked, "Are you also from Aragon?"
"No, I'm from England," Slytherin replied.
"That's quite a long way to go."
Silby was slightly surprised. England was even farther than Grand Scholar Hugo's hometown. "What are you doing here?"
"Hahaha," Slytherin laughed and shook his head. "Don't just ask me. Why would a child like you appear in the wilderness? You should know that the Dark Forest is very dangerous. You're lucky to have met me. If you had met a werewolf or a vampire, they wouldn't have talked to you. "
Silby fed Slytherin a piece of rabbit meat and said, "I'm looking for Pandora."
The short young man stopped chewing. Then, he straightened his back and asked in surprise, "You received the invitation too?"
"What invitation?"
"Of course it's the red invitation from the Queen of Pandora." The short youth laughed, but his eyes unconsciously became serious.
"I don't know."
Silby said indifferently. "I didn't receive any invitation, but I want to know what wizards are all about. I want to find my own kind."
"So your goal is to seek knowledge. No wonder."
Slytherin seemed to be relieved. He sat cross-legged again. "Pandora is indeed a good place to go. It has the largest magic library in the Holy Empire. There is an endless stream of wizards who want to study there. At least it's more prosperous than England. "
"What about you?"
Silby asked Slytherin. "Where are you going?"
Slytherin swallowed the rabbit bone with a gulp and licked his lips. "Well, there's no harm in telling you. I'm also going to Pandora, so we're going the same way."
"Then are you going to take me there, or are you going to kill me after eating?" Silby said calmly. The owl on his shoulder trembled in fear.
The seemingly calm and gentle atmosphere was directly broken. Silby put the fragile and vulnerable relationship of the two on the table. This was the cold law of the jungle. In response, Slytherin's body tensed up and he sat upright beside the fire.
Salazar Slytherin stopped chewing on the rabbit meat. He slowly raised his eyes from the food, his green eyes flickering with an indescribable luster.
The two stared at each other for a full minute.
Suddenly, both of them couldn't hold it in anymore. Silby smiled faintly, while Slytherin laughed loudly. "Haha, silly boy. As for killing you, I wouldn't go that far. If I wanted to kill you, I would've done it long ago. "
After a pause, he said with a smile, "However, I'm lacking a servant."
"Servant!?"
"That's right," Slytherin said. "A loyal servant who will wash my clothes, cook my meals, take care of my miscellaneous affairs, and let me study magic in peace."
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