Inside the Pandora Magic Library, there was complete silence. Everyone's gaze was like a magnet, firmly attracted by the flying piece of iron above their heads.
While everyone's eyes were still focused on the iron block in the sky, Silby walked to the masked woman in the red robe, stretched out his hand, and said, "You promised me three hundred gold coins."
The woman looked at him, her eyes flashing with a strange light. After a while, she nodded and put the heavy leather bag in Silby's hand.
Silby opened the bag and shook it a little. Thanks to these days of purchasing and keeping accounts, he quickly confirmed the amount of gold coins in the bag. After confirming, he put away the bag, turned around, and left without hesitation.
When he left the library, the heavy iron block fell to the ground with a loud crash. The onlookers who were attracted by the iron block were suddenly awakened. They went into an uproar to look for the developer of this magical floating spell, but they couldn't find the mysterious teenager wearing the horned mask.
Silby put the bag in his hand and hurried away. Soon, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him.
"Wait a minute." Someone called him.
Silby turned his head and saw a tall, snow-white steed running towards him at high speed. The one riding on the horse was the masked woman in the red robe who just gave him the gold coins.
After thinking for a while, Silby started running. He specifically chose the small paths and rushed into the crowded huts and narrow alleys of Pandora City. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared among a group of housewives who were washing clothes.
The masked woman stopped the horse at the entrance of the narrow alley and knocked over a vendor who was pushing a cart of tropical fruits. The vendor cursed angrily.
On the other side of the street, Silby came out from a dye shop and looked behind him. There was no one chasing after him.
He took off his mask and sighed in relief.
It seemed that he was in the limelight just now, but it wasn't his idea at all. It was purely because he was interested in the three hundred gold coins. He was still weak at the moment. Although he knew some life spells, he hadn't grasped any offensive or defensive spells. It would be better to keep a low profile. If Slythrin were to find out about his little tricks, it wouldn't make up for the losses.
Now that he had some start-up funds, he could choose to start some small-scale magic experiments or buy some materials for himself to use in casting spells. In this way, his progress would be faster and faster.
Thinking of the joy in it, Silby could not help but grin and reveal a pleased smile.
"What made you so happy? Do you mind telling me?"
A loud voice came from above, and Silby's smile froze on his face.
He thought he got rid of the woman in the red robe, but the woman in the red robe was sitting on the roof of the dye shop and looking at him.
"I didn't expect you to be so young."
The red-robed woman looked at Elby's face and said softly, "What a terrifying talent."
Silby's face was gloomy. How did this guy follow them? He didn't even notice it.
"Don't look at me like that. I just think it's a waste for you to stay here." The woman in the red robe jumped down from the roof and walked to Silby with her hands behind her back. "There won't be any magic books in the library that are suitable for you. The ones that are useful to you are up there."
She raised her hand and pointed at a mountain peak that was as tall as a sword by the sea. On top of the mountain peak sat a magnificent palace. It was the palace of the Queen of Pandora.
"Huh?"
Silby immediately questioned. "If the books that are useful are in the palace, why do you want to go to the library?"
"The valuable books are in the palace, but the valuable people are not necessarily in the palace."
The woman in the red robe said slowly. "I come down here once a week to see if I can create a new spell or spell. For a long time, I haven't found a suitable person. But now, I've found one. "
"Come down?"
Silby immediately took a step back and said in shock, "Who are you!?"
The woman in the red robe smiled. She waved her hand, and the red cloth hanging in the dye house suddenly fluttered. In the red cloth fluttering, she took a step forward and took off the veil on her face in front of Silby.
What kind of beauty was that?
She had skin as white as the moonlight, unfathomable almond eyes, a sculpture-like tall nose, and slightly heroic red lips that were slightly upturned, full of endless charm. Even the most picky artist would not be able to find any fault with her.
The moment Silby saw her face, he instantly lost his mind. His heart was beating fast, and his mouth was wide open, showing a look of stupefaction. For the first time in his life, he felt a powerful force called instinct. The strength of that force was second only to the white light in his dream that night.
Hiss!
Thinking of the white light that illuminated everything, the wild roar, the ultimate state of bliss, Silby suddenly woke up.
Without a doubt, he knew the true identity of this person. The woman that Slythrin and Gryffindor were fighting so hard for was now standing right in front of him. She was only half a step away from him. If he was willing, he would be able to kiss the lips that made the whole city go crazy over them with just one step.
But he did not do so. Instead, he took a step back, keeping a distance from the mysterious queen. His eyes went from blazing hot to cold in the blink of an eye.
The woman looked at him in surprise for a full ten seconds.
Finally, before the cloth fell to the ground, she put on the veil again and asked, "Why did you come to this city?"
"To find my destiny and stand at the top."
Silby said.
"What is the top?"
The queen asked, puzzled.
"You don't understand."
Silby laughed self-deprecatingly. "To be honest, I still haven't found what the top is."
"Then what about after standing at the top?"
"After what?"
Silby asked, puzzled.
"Get married and have children."
The queen smiled and said, "That's what heroes do. After defeating all their opponents, they marry the woman they love and obtain the happiness of life."
"Ha."
Silby let out a short chuckle and did not answer.
He felt a sense of boredom, like a summer insect that couldn't talk about ice. He just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
"Do you have a woman you love?"
The queen looked at him with interest. "There are many wizards in Pandora City now. If you want to prove that you are the strongest and most talented, you have to defeat them."
"Okay." Silby said with interest. Then he sighed and said sadly, "It's a pity that I'm weak and the library doesn't have any powerful spell books to learn."
"I'll show you a way. In the Rat Tunnel of the underground city, there's a club for wizards to fight and kill. It's called the Colosseum.
If you want to become strong, you should go to the Colosseum. "
The woman spun around on the ground and a red flame lit up under her body. "That place is more suitable for you than the library. I think with your talent, you should be able to grow up quickly."
After saying that, the flame engulfed her body and she disappeared in the air. After she disappeared, the ashes solidified into a beautiful card and fell into Silby's hand. He looked at the card. There was a date, a place, and a strange triangular symbol on it.
There was no doubt that this was a red invitation letter.
It was probably the kind that Slytherin and Gryffindor received.
Looking at the invitation letter in his hand, Silby couldn't help but laugh. He felt that fate was quite strange. He went to the library and developed a levitation spell under the guidance of the Queen of Pandora. The Queen even chased after him and gave him an invitation letter.
What was this, seduction?
He looked at the sky, shook his head, and put the card into his pocket.
However, if he had to fight with a bunch of rural wizards for a wife, even if he succeeded, he felt that he wouldn't be happy. Although he wasn't sure of his fate, he felt that it was too vulgar.
However, Silby was very interested in the location mentioned by the Queen of Pandora. Reading every day had indeed made him a little tired.
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That night, after serving Slytherin as usual, Silby sneaked out of the tavern and rushed towards the Rat Tunnel of Pandora.
On the streets, the wind was like a knife. Palms hung low, pedestrians hurried in silence, and prostitutes closed their doors.
In the two months that he was engrossed in his studies, more and more wizards from all over the world came to Pandora. Walking on the streets, he could feel the strong smell of gunpowder in the air. They were divided into three factions. One faction was led by Gryffindor. Most of them didn't have much ambition. They only wanted to help Gryffindor ascend the throne and gain some benefits.
The other faction was more ambitious. They were led by Slytherin. They wanted to deal with Gryffindor first, and then settle the throne internally.
The last group was the wait-and-see group. They did not join any of the factions and remained on the sidelines. Some of them wanted to wait for the two factions to fight until both sides suffered heavy losses, while others wanted to wait until one side had a clear advantage before joining. There were quite a few people like this.
But no matter what, the existence of wizards was extremely unequal to the mortals. In places where the Church's influence had not reached, most mortals would choose to protect themselves and stay in their homes.
In the night, Silby came to the huge drainage pipe of Pandora and stopped. Instead of a drainage pipe, it was more like a black market. The locals called it the Rat Tunnel.
Silby, who had read many books in the library, knew that this was the Pandora Sewer. When the founder of Pandora, the legendary shapeshifter Idapene, built the city, he used powerful shapeshifting magic to give the city a well-developed drainage system. According to legend, the drainage system was built according to the rules of Rome. The drainage system was so good that even if a tsunami came, the water in Pandora would flow away within twenty-four hours.
However, tsunamis were, after all, a once-in-a-century black swan event. Ever since the city was founded, there had never been a tsunami. After a long time, it was put aside until one day, people found that this place was spacious and hidden. Therefore, a large number of gray and black people moved in.
There were also a lot of contraband smuggled from other countries and regions, especially magical items, gathered here.
Silby had been here several times. Previously, when Slytherin asked him to buy spellcasting materials, he specifically reminded him to buy them here. So, he was quite familiar with this place.
After entering the underground, the moonlight was extinguished. The light source was a burning brazier about every thirty meters.
The air here was full of the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. Groups of hungover men were lying on the ground. Beside the sewage sewer, there were old shops opened one after another. Some of the shop doors were filled with smoke. Those were the owners of the shops.
He walked to a smokehouse called "Herbs and Anesthesia", pushed open the two shutter doors, and walked in. The shutter door had not been oiled for a long time. It creaked when he pushed it.
A warm smell of apples, coconuts, and watermelons rushed to his face. It was very strong. Silby, who had been educated by the royal family since he was a child, frowned and held his breath.
Smoke rose from the pipes, but there was no sound. Most of the people were sitting cross-legged on the ground, puffing away at their hookahs. The wooden walls were covered with moss from damp, and there were religious paintings or Arabic epigrams on them.
The ground and the walls were covered in mud. Under the chandelier, to the right of the door was a bar counter. The wooden boards under the counter were cracked. A layer of lead was nailed to the counter, and there were some glass cabinets on top of it. There were all kinds of strange red and green plants in the glass cabinets.
The owner of the smokehouse was an Arab. He had his sleeves rolled up and his hands crossed in front of his chest. He wore a headscarf and was intoxicated as he sucked on a long pipe.
"Ibn." Silby stood in front of the counter and knocked on the table.
"It's you."
The Arab slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his intoxication. "Are you here to buy herbs again?"
"Not today. I'm asking questions today."
Silby threw a small silver coin on the table. "Is there a place called the Colosseum here?"
"Bestial Battle Arena …" The old man slowly placed the silver coin in his hand. "Oh, let me think, let me think … Yes, Bestial Battle Arena. Why are you asking about it? That place doesn't sell herbs. Child, there are no herbs."
"Help me lead the way."
He threw another silver coin to the owner. "Quick."
"Okay, okay, okay. Don't worry, young man … Really …"
The Arabian slowly stood up after receiving the two rewards. He walked to the cellar and opened the floor for Silby. Then, he took a small lamp from the wall and crawled into the cellar.
Silby jumped down and followed behind him.
The inside of the cave was small, and the floor was covered with wood. The wood creaked as they walked on it, and the dirt on it crisscrossed. There were rats running across it from time to time.
If the ceiling was the underground drainage system of Pandora, which was built by the legendary shapeshifters, then the floor below was the real rat tunnel. It was built by the owners of these illegal shops to avoid the occasional Pandora guards. It was like a mole's hole, leading in all directions to all corners of the city. From here, one could go anywhere in the city.
The Arab walked in front with the oil lamp in his hand. He asked curiously, "Why are you in such a hurry to go to the Colosseum? Do you want to try your luck?"
"Luck?" Silby asked.
"Yes." That was the place where wizards fought each other. The wizards would place bets. "Bet on the life and death of others."
Sylby's breathing became heavier. He could not help but shiver. Adrenaline was surging in his body. "Are you saying that wizards are fighting to the death in the colosseum, and the bystanders are betting on who will win?"
"Yes, yes, it's a very old activity. When I was young, I used to play there too." The herb shop owner shook his head and said, "I played for decades. There was once when I lost everything. There is no eternal winner in the Colosseum. If you lose once, you lose everything."
As he spoke, the wooden board under his feet sloped upwards. The Arab said in a low voice, "It's here. You can go up by yourselves."
Silby pushed open the wooden plank at the top of the rat tunnel and jumped out with a push of his hand.
The noise immediately drowned him. This was a space with a radius of a few thousand square meters. It was filled with smoke, and there were five or six groups of people inside. Most of them were gambling. Two waitresses dressed in flowery butterflies shuttled back and forth. Other than handing out bottles of wine, they also used their deep cleavage to receive tips. They were very busy.
In the center of the crowd, there was a huge beast cage. Inside the cage, there were people shouting and yelling. It was two strong men who were crazily tearing each other apart. One of them was holding down the other's head and slamming him against the cage with all their strength. The impact caused blood to flow out.
The onlookers raised their hands, and from time to time, they would erupt into fanatical and bloodthirsty cries.
Silby couldn't help but laugh.
The woman was right. The atmosphere here was more suitable for him than the library.
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