Silby's eyes widened and his breathing became heavier. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down.
"You … You're saying that the Queen of Pandora wants to use an entire city as her dowry to find a husband?"
"That's right."
The fat wizard said drunkenly. He burped in satisfaction. "I heard that Beatrix the First was a famous peerless beauty. Anyone who saw her would fall head over heels for her."
As he said that, he laughed lewdly as if he was imagining something obscene.
The thin wizard calmed down a little and said, "There's also a rumor that the former king of Pandora, Conjurer Antonio, died of exhaustion on Beatrix the First's belly because he couldn't satisfy his desires."
Wizard Fatso shouted in dissatisfaction. He raised his head and finished a bottle of wine. "If it were me, I would be willing to die on the belly of such a beauty. Life is short. God knows if I will die tomorrow. The Church of Assassins is getting stronger and stronger. If it were up to me, I would be happy while I can."
"Hmph." The skinny wizard snorted in disdain. "She wants to find the most amazing wizard to marry! Are you? "
"If I'm not, then are you?"
Fatso was amused.
"The two of us together are."
The skinny wizard said, "Otherwise, why would we receive the red invitation?"
Fatso asked, "Then how do we split the Queen?"
The skinny wizard said warily, "Didn't we discuss before? Monday, Wednesday, Friday will be mine. Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday will be yours."
Fatso took a big gulp of wine and asked with reddened eyes, "Then what about Sunday?"
The two of them fell into silence. Then, a fierce argument broke out. They used the most insulting and contemptuous words to insult each other. It was as if they had already won the competition for the Queen of Pandora and had the beauty in their arms.
Silby quickly stopped the two of them from arguing and asked, "Since both of you want to marry the Queen of Pandora, what are the selection criteria? We can't have a huge battle where only one person is left, right? "
The thin wizard said, "After Queen Pandora decided to remarry, she distributed twenty red invitation letters throughout Europe to the wizards with the most potential." He looked proud. "Both of us will receive one. Isn't that awesome?"
Red invitation letter?
He recalled that Slytherin had mentioned this thing on the first day they met, but he hadn't paid much attention to it back then.
The skinny wizard continued, "Whoever has 20 red invitation cards in the shortest time will be able to enter the highest palace on the mountain peak, which is the palace of Queen Pandora, and spend the night with her."
Can I marry the Queen just because I have 20 red invitation letters?
Silby's gaze couldn't help but drift to the palace at the peak of the mountain.
He could smell the stench of blood contained in this rule just by looking at the words.
Only one person could marry the Queen of Pandora.
No wonder so many strange people gathered in Pandora. Slytherin, the fat and thin wizards, and that Gryffindor, they were all here for this matter.
But …
The dowry was too generous. An entire city.
Today, he had completely confirmed that the value of this city was immeasurable, whether it was its geographical location, strategic position, or its economic value.
Was the Queen of Pandora a fool? Did she give it to an outsider so easily?
Silby soon had a new doubt in his mind.
However, he didn't tell his two wizard friends about his confusion.
He ended his inquiries regarding the information regarding Pandora City and began to urge the others to drink, focusing on the two Magi. Very soon, he had a rough idea of the information regarding the two Magi.
Fatso's name was Dodoro, and the skinny one was Ratai. Both of them were wizards from the Aquitaine region, working in a local organization called the Hermit Order of Blood Healing. They made a living by helping others to bleed and heal. They were nicknamed the Bloodthirsty Twins, and came to Pandora after receiving the red invitation letters.
Fatso was a drunkard, and usually drank like his life depended on it. The skinny one was smarter, but he couldn't resist Silby's passionate persuasion. At midnight, the two of them fell asleep on the table after drinking too much sherry.
After the two fell asleep, Silby's polite smile disappeared without a trace. He sat in front of the messy table and closed his eyes, deep in thought.
From Dodoro and Tayla's information, he had a rough idea of the structure of the wizard society.
They were scattered all over the world, working for different organizations, or hiding in the forest to cultivate. Due to the severe crackdown and search by the Catholic Church, there were fewer and fewer wizards who went out in recent years. Even if they did go out, they would have to disguise themselves.
Under such circumstances, there weren't many wizards who dared to wander outside and show their faces in public.
The most famous of them all was Godric Gryffindor. He was the descendant of the three legendary wizard brothers, the Pévlier family. Not only was his innate martial prowess astonishing, but he also had extremely high attainments in magic. Not only that, but he also frequently piloted his Golden Lion Ship and spoke out on behalf of wandering Magi, denouncing the Holy Empire. He was one of the most prestigious Magi in the world.
Thinking of the Golden Lion Ship he saw during the day, and then thinking of Slytherin's angry and hateful expression. Silby could guess why that guy didn't come back so late. After seeing Gryffindor, he must have a grudge against him, but he couldn't do anything about it, so he went to find outside help. If his goal was to marry the Queen of Pandora and become the master of this place, then he must defeat Gryffindor who had the same goal.
His gaze focused on the tallest tower on the mountain peak in the distance.
The Queen of Pandora, Beatrix the First.
What a tempting offer.
But what does this have to do with me? Silby thought to himself.
If he wanted to be king, all he needed to do was to obediently stay in the tower his father built for him and wait until he came of age. Why did he have to come to this place and turn from a noble prince to a lowly servant?
Why bother?
Silby fell into deep thought.
A secret and fervent desire appeared in his heart.
He recalled the dream he had a month ago.
In the dream, he saw a white light and a boy in the white light. His thin body stood on the plains like a mountain, and he couldn't help but want to step on him and look down at the world.
A wild cry rang in his heart again. He trembled as he opened his eyes, and his gaze was filled with determination.
He still didn't understand what the dream and the white light represented, but he had to find it. To do so, he had to climb to a certain height.
.....
"What are you doing here?"
A cold question pulled him back to reality from his fervent desire.
Like a cold wind, the warm summer night in the Mediterranean Sea suddenly turned into a Siberian ice field with minus forty degrees Celsius.
Silby shivered and turned around.
The master he had been looking for the whole night was standing behind him. He was travel-worn, and his green eyes were filled with anger.
"You can drink quite well." His gaze was fixed on the empty bottle on the table. "How come I didn't know you could drink so much?"
Silby cursed inwardly. He was too thirsty for information about the Magus Society, and he was too engrossed in listening to Totoro and Tara's conversation. Slytherin must have spent a long time looking for him. As a servant, he had completely failed.
Slytherin continued, "Do you know how long I've been looking for you? It's been an hour. When I was in the snake's stomach, I thought you were quite capable. But now, it seems that you're just so-so. "
As he spoke, the green snake that Slytherin planted on Silby's arm seemed to have come alive. It slowly slithered into the muscle of his arm and bit down on his bone.
"Hiss!"
The intense pain caused Silby to shiver. He stood up while clutching his arm. Sweat began to bead on his forehead. This temperamental guy actually began to punish him without saying anything.
At this moment, many thoughts and excuses came to his mind. However, when the words were about to come out of his mouth, Sylby forcefully suppressed them. He held his arm and bowed deeply. "I'm sorry. There won't be a next time."
The pain did not subside.
Salazar Slytherin sneered and sat down beside the table. He kicked the sleeping Totoro away and said with disgust, "Who are these two people?"
The fat Totoro fell head first onto Tara, who was as thin as a bamboo pole. The two of them quickly got up and scolded loudly, "Who!? Who's so blind? "
However, when they saw the man in the green robe in front of them and his cold green eyes, they immediately sobered up. Their faces turned pale, and they felt a chill from head to toe.
"Sir … Sir Slytherin?"
Sweat began to form on their foreheads as they recalled this man's reputation.
"Totoro … Tara …"
Silby took a step forward and said with a hoarse voice, "They want to be your friends. That's why I entertained them."
"Oh?"
Slytherin dragged out his voice. He looked at Silby with a slightly gentler gaze. "They came here on their own accord?"
"I heard their conversation. I came here on my own accord."
"Why did you come here on your own accord? Didn't I ask you to wait for me at the tavern? "Slytherin asked aggressively.
The pain intensified. Silby's fingernails almost dug into his flesh. He cursed Slytherin in his mind, but he could not refute him. He could only bend his waist even deeper.
He lowered his head. The veins on the back of his hand were throbbing. This kind of cruel interrogation made him very unhappy and humiliated. On the first day after Nightingale left, he felt that he needed power. He desperately needed power, professional power, and the power of magic.
"Raise your head."
Slytherin's hoarse voice had a strange charm to it.
Silby raised his head.
The thoughts in his mind appeared in front of his eyes like words and gradually became clear.
He was shocked. Salazar Slytherin was a master of black magic. At the same time, he was also a master of the mind. If there were any distracting thoughts in front of him, he would be able to sense them instantly.
He immediately calmed himself down and said in his mind, "Seal your brain … Seal your brain …"
The Brain Seal spell he learned from the snake's stomach worked. The words in front of his eyes gradually became blurry and finally disappeared.
At the same time, the pain in his arm also disappeared. Slytherin probably did not know what he was thinking. He snorted and canceled the spell.
He seemed to be much happier. Then, he took a sip of sherry from the table and threw the glass away. "You want to defeat Gryffindor, don't you?"
He said this to the Bloodthirsty Twins.
Fatolo and Ratai looked at each other. The fear in their eyes instantly turned into surprise. "You have a way?"
"Don't worry about it."
Slytherin said mockingly, "I have a hunt tonight. If you two can become my dogs, I can consider leading you to defeat Gryffindor."
"Okay!"
Fatso patted his chest without hesitation. "Don't worry, Master Slytherin. As long as we help, there's no injustice."
"Don't misunderstand." Slytherin coldly extinguished their enthusiasm. "I don't like to work with others. You two were recruited by Mister Spencer. Just listen to him."
The Bloodthirsty Twins were confused. They looked at Silby and Slytherin in confusion. They did not seem to understand the relationship between them.
"What are you going to do?" Silby asked in a hoarse voice.
"I'm going to take you to eat some meat," Slytherin patted his shoulder and laughed strangely. "Let's have some fun."
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