Chapter 74

The lively Central Plaza.

Tang Zheng walked on the street, and quite a few pedestrians along the way noticed the little Evil Spirit Dog and took the initiative to give way to the forward route.

The middle-aged man's inquiry in the Adventurer Guild was not worth Tang Zheng's attention.

When he took out those two bone chains of the Evil Spirit Dog to sell, he had already anticipated that someone would guess he had entered the Great Forest of Tob.

But no matter how they guessed,

The people in the Adventurer Guild couldn't possibly believe that the turmoil in the Great Forest of Tob was caused by a person.

After all.

The disappearance of a large number of monster corpses alone was not something that humans in the Other World, who didn't have the concept of a space backpack like an item box, could imagine.

Even traces didn't exist, so the premise of the speculation couldn't be established.

"Magic Caster Guild "Vice President" Beroru Vannov Grigory Chairman Bo Tejin."

"Just reading this name, I know it's not easy to deal with."

Tang Zheng was somewhat helpless, "I don't know if there are any magic items for translating text in the Magic Caster Guild."

At this moment, it was approaching noon.

Tang Zheng simply found a lively tavern, ordered some food, and by the way, wanted to use this place where various small news circulated in the tavern.

To figure out if anything had happened recently.

He had long noticed the atmosphere in "E-Rantel", which was not much different from a month ago, but the behavior of the city guards again showed that something had indeed happened.

The appearance of such a situation was highly likely that some matter had been sealed off by those above.

If so, then buying information at the Adventurer Guild was meaningless, and it would be better to rely on some small rumors.

However!

Until leaving the tavern, besides eating a lunch that was finally not the simple food from the forest, there was no harvest at all.

Magic Caster Guild.

Cling-clang~

The dark brown gate opened automatically.

Tang Zheng entered the guild skillfully; compared to the Adventurer Guild, it was still very deserted.

The two staff members at the front desk were different from the last time he came,

That young magic caster was still there, while the other middle-aged magic caster was replaced by a young magic caster wearing a light blue magic robe.

"No wonder the magic item for detecting monsters made a reaction; I thought it was broken."

"Is it actually an Evil Spirit Dog, or is it a cub of an Evil Spirit Dog?"

A lively and surprised voice came from the mouth of the magic caster in the light blue magic robe.

The two casters saw Tang Zheng walking in, and their attention was all focused on the little Evil Spirit Dog, each with a look of surprise.

Soon.

Another young magic caster wearing a black magic robe saw Tang Zheng's appearance and remembered that this was the person who had bought magic scrolls a month ago.

After all, pure black hair color was something he had only seen that one time, and the impression was not deep.

"Are you here to buy magic scrolls again?"

The black-robed magic caster asked.

"Not this time, I want to buy a magic item." Tang Zheng walked to the counter and spoke gently and gently.

The magic scrolls sold in the Magic Caster Guild mostly had auxiliary roles, and Tang Zheng had no interest in them at all for the time being.

The only thing he cared about was life magic that could raise the tier.

But life magic has certain problems after raising the tier, and with limited skill points at the moment, Tang Zheng had no plans to buy them either.

Magic item?

Both the black-robed magic caster and the blue-robed magic caster had looks of surprise in their eyes.

The price of magic items is very expensive.

Just from Tang Zheng's current outfit, they didn't think the other party was a rich person.

"Are there any magic items that can translate text?" Tang Zheng asked again.

"Translate text?"

"Who would make such a useless magic item!"

"And, even if magic items are very magical, there are things they can't do!"

The blue-robed magic caster suddenly raised his head and spoke loudly.

The black-robed youth hurriedly reached out and pulled the corner of the blue-robed magic caster's robe, and only then said to Tang Zheng embarrassedly: "Sorry, we don't have the kind of magic item you mentioned here."

Tang Zheng glanced at the excited blue-robed magic caster and nodded calmly.

It could be considered no surprise.

He remembered that one of the guardians of the "Great Tomb of Nazarick", Sebas, had a spectacle-type magic item that could translate text.

The level seemed to be a high-level item.

There were not many magic items manufactured by humans in this world that Tang Zheng was truly interested in.

"By the way."

Tang Zheng's voice changed, as if he remembered something, and while taking out a white sheet of paper that looked tough and carried a faint luster from his bosom, he spoke:

"Excuse me, does this place collect magic materials like this paper?"

Under the illumination of the perpetual light emitting from the cylindrical shape on the ceiling, faint white magic light flashed obscurely on the clean white paper.

The two people, one who looked unhappy and one who carried a professional smile with a bit of arrogance in his eyes, had their attention attracted by the paper in Tang Zheng's hand at the first moment.

"How many sheets do you have!"

"We want them all!"

The blue-robed magic caster youth leaned forward suddenly, his expression somewhat excited, and he snatched the paper from Tang Zheng's hand without ceremony, while observing it carefully and speaking quickly. Hm?

Tang Zheng's eyes flickered, somewhat unexpectedly.

According to the information tested by "Item Appraisal", this kind of paper made with second-tier magic could preserve the text written on it for a hundred years.

Perhaps it was indeed somewhat precious.

But it shouldn't have made the blue-robed magic caster before him look so excited.

"Completely meets the standard."

The blue-robed magic caster moved his gaze away from the white paper, looked at his companion beside him, and nodded forcefully, speaking in a low voice.

The black-robed youth's surprise was even greater.

"I remember you are a faith-type magic caster, right?" The black-robed youth turned to look at Tang Zheng.

"That's right." Tang Zheng.

"Who made this kind of paper? Sorry, we currently need a large amount of this kind of paper; if the maker is willing, we can acquire it at a price of 1 silver coin for 10 sheets."

The black-robed youth spoke seriously.

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Second-tier paper-making can produce 700 sheets; calculated at this price, one could easily obtain 70 silver coins, which is 5 gold and 5 silver, just by consuming a bit of magic.

Tang Zheng was somewhat surprised in his heart.

If he made some every day for a month, his income could reach more than 160 gold coins, and he could easily achieve financial freedom.

"That's not necessary, I made it." Tang Zheng waved his hand.

"You?"

The black-robed youth was stunned.

Even the blue-robed magic caster, who had been studying the paper, raised his head to look at Tang Zheng.

"Impossible!"

Among the two, the black-robed youth, who usually appeared relatively peaceful, suddenly made a somewhat sharp sound at this moment.

"A month ago, you clearly bought a zero-tier "Paper-making" scroll here."

"If you mastered "Paper-making", why would you spend money to buy it!" The black-robed youth's emotions were unusually excited.

That kind of visible arrogance and hostility were revealed.

Tang Zheng's gaze turned cold, and the cold aura of slaughtering Goblins and monsters in the jungle for a month emerged, and his eyes, which were half-covered by his hair that hadn't been combed for a month, were revealed.

"Is there a problem."

Looking at the black-robed youth with emotionless eyes, he said coldly.

"You, you..."

The black-robed youth shivered, his nape feeling inexplicably cold, and couldn't help but take a step back.

Immediately after.

"Do you know where this is!" The black-robed youth realized his ugly state of being scared just now, his expression became somewhat distorted, and he was angry from embarrassment.

"Enough!"

The blue-robed magic caster, who had been somewhat unhappy with Tang Zheng because of the magic item problem, spoke seriously instead at this moment.

"Albert, was what you said just now true?" The blue-robed magic caster looked at the black-robed youth seriously.

"What, what, true?"

The black-robed youth didn't react when asked suddenly.

"I see."

The blue-robed magic caster turned to look at Tang Zheng, "Please wait a moment, my lord."

After speaking.

He hurriedly ran toward the stairs of the Magic Caster Guild.

For a time.

In the entire hall, only the black-robed youth and Tang Zheng were left.

The atmosphere became somewhat eerie.

The black-robed youth's face turned slightly pale, he turned his head and no longer looked at Tang Zheng.

And Tang Zheng was increasingly curious.

It seems "Paper-making" hides secrets he doesn't know.

He didn't wait for a long time.

Accompanied by two footsteps, the sound of stepping on the stairs rang out.

That blue-robed magic caster followed cautiously behind an old man wearing a gray magic robe, who looked plain and simple.

If one observed carefully, one could also see that there were quite a few patches on that gray magic robe; clearly, this was not a magic item.

This old man had gray hair, an expressionless face, and his face had as many wrinkles as the folds on a book page, and his whole face was pulled tight.

It gave people a feeling of not only being hard to get along with but also being very old-fashioned.

"Teacher."

The black-robed youth saw the old man appear and hurriedly walked up in a panic, wanting to help him.

But this old man swung his arm directly, ignoring the black-robed youth, and although he looked very old, his steps were very powerful.

The other party first glanced at the paper placed on the counter, and then raised his head to look at Tang Zheng.

"Are you from the Slane Theocracy?"

The old man's voice was cold, and he looked at Tang Zheng's black hair with half-closed eyes.

(End of chapter)