This wizard only wants to take students.

Chapter 237 Enter
"Although I also don't like you greedy wizards, but since we are dealing with those bastards in the chaotic world, there is room for short-term cooperation between us."

When Lucian picked up the paper figure, its mouth opened and closed slightly, and a voice that only Lucian could hear sounded in his mind.

Lucian looked up and saw only the calm and indifferent eyes of the judge.

"What should I call you? Judge? Also, I want to know your basic abilities." Lucian asked the voice in his mind carefully.

"When I encounter a strong opponent, I will act on my own. But after this is over, if I can find the Chaos Altar, I want the gray eyeball on top of the Chaos Altar."

After saying this, the paper man fell completely silent, obviously unwilling to say more to Lucian. Lucian even heard a lot of disgust in the other party's tone.

"Why does it feel like this guy has a natural prejudice against wizards..." Lucian muttered in his heart, but did not say much. Instead, he carefully cleared out an empty storage equipment and put the paper man away separately.

After all, this thing is attached to the consciousness of a powerful person, and Lucian dare not carry this thing with him or put it into his commonly used storage ring.

However, while dealing with this matter, Lucian could vaguely hear a contemptuous "tsk" sound.

Lucian remained indifferent. After looking around and making sure that no one wanted to trade with him, he paused for a moment and then took out a few wizard-like items from his storage ring.

These were the spoils he got from hunting these past few nights, but because of his different cultivation system, he couldn't use these spoils at all, so he simply took them out and "sold them" at the party.

“These are some of my spoils of war. You can exchange them for ink, some corpses, bones, or items with spell patterns. Of course, you can also exchange them for other information about the Chaos Goblins.” Lucian glanced around. “The price is half a drop of ink or something equivalent.”

Lucian had appraised these items before, and he knew that they were actually worth more than half a drop of ink. However, these items were a no-cost business for Lucian, and because he was in a hurry to cash in, he simply offered a slightly lower price to facilitate the transaction.

“I want this Rousseau flower, plus... this stone.” A drop of golden ink flew out, and a player with pointed ears who looked like a legendary elf came over first and made a deal with Lucian.

"Do you...do you have some branches and leaves from the trunk of the Fruit of Life in your hand? I studied the Fruit of Life some time ago, and I feel that some of the natural magic patterns on it are very interesting."

Lucian recognized that this player was the guy who had sold the fruit of life before. He was moved and then asked.

"Branches and leaves?" The player frowned and his expression became a little alert.

But soon he seemed to have thought of something, raised his chin slightly, and his expression became somewhat disdainful.

"It's not impossible to give it to you, but what price can you pay? I have to tell you in advance that only noble elves like us can cultivate the Tree of Life. Even if I sell you a branch, the most you can do is refine it into an item..."

“That’s not something you need to worry about,” Lucian smiled.

“Five drops of ink, and this is all the branches of the Tree of Life I can give you.” The Eldar glanced at Lucian viciously and was about to refuse the deal, but he soon thought of another way to retaliate against Lucian. After glancing at Lucian, he offered an extremely high price with an arrogant expression.

At the same time, his hands gestured, depicting the size of an adult's palm.

Lucian narrowed his eyes slightly. A branch of this size? It was not even a leaf. At most, it was a fragment of the Tree of Life. This Eldar player with pointy ears had no sincerity in trading with him. He was silent for a moment, then grinned, "Then you can keep it for yourself."

The elf's eyes narrowed slightly, but after snorting, he turned and left.

As he left, Lucian could hear him mutter something: "An ignorant monkey."

Lucian glanced at the Eldar but ultimately said nothing, continuing to trade the remaining items with the other players.

“After a round of trading, I have five drops of ink as a reserve.” Lucian looked at the thin layer of golden ink in the ink bottle and let out a breath.

Most of his ink had been used up before, but now he had five drops of ink left. Combined with the power of the feather pen, he had a certain degree of flexibility and adaptability, which provided him with a guarantee when he entered the Mondok family mansion later.

……

"Miss Lula, it's time to wake up! We are going to the Mondok family today. Also, it is said that the Duke has invited many nobles at this time, so this impromptu visit will become a dance party with more families participating..."

The maid, Mir, helped Lucian sort out his belongings while telling him some precautions.

Lucian paused for a moment and lowered his gaze slightly.

He understood that this should be the effect of the feather pen. Under the pull of the invisible force, those players who originally planned to avoid the vortex were forcibly dragged into the Mondok family mansion in this way.

After all, the vast majority of players cannot completely break free from the shackles of their identities!

"But this is good news for me. After all, these players have been forced to enter the Mondok family mansion, so they have a fatal weakness. Combined with Lula's talent [Mind Reading], maybe I can take this opportunity to find them in advance and then get rid of them."

Lucian was delighted, and then he gently patted the paper man hidden inside the space device.

"I hope everything goes well..." Lucian took a deep breath, then followed the maid Mir and boarded the carriage to the Mondok family mansion.

"Father, so many families came here today..."

"Oh, Dad wants to talk to them about something, and Uncle Mondok happens to be interested in this matter as well..." Janos smiled, but was unwilling to tell Lucian about this.

Lucian curled his lips, resisting the urge to use his [Mind Reading] talent to spy on Janos's mind, and instead looked at the street outside.

When the carriage turned an intersection, Lucian's heart couldn't help but rise.

Because this is the location of the "red line" he had measured before.

(End of this chapter)