She Is Not a Witch

Chapter 25 Off-Campus Night Market

The deafening sound of the dragon's roar echoed in the sky, and these giant dragons gradually flew over the crowd. The wide wings blocked the sun in the sky, bringing a huge sense of oppression, and the golden dragon scales became clearer and clearer.

As it slowly descended, some sand was rolled up by the airflow of the wings, and finally these giant dragons landed on the ground. The high dragon heads looked down at the others present, and the appearance of the oriental visitors on their backs became clear. They were dressed like the ancients in the image of Roland Hill's previous life, the silk clothes, the crowns on their heads, and the long sleeves fluttering in the wind.

The language used by these oriental students to communicate is also different from that of the western mainland. There are about 50-60 of them. Except for the students, the others should be accompanying guards. Although these guards are not many, all of them are above Sequence 5, and these 9 giant dragons are probably between Sequence 6 and Sequence 7. The golden dragon eyes give people a huge sense of power and oppression, and if they look directly at them, there is even a feeling of trembling and fear.

As the sky gradually turned from bright to dark, today's report also slowly ended. Orange street lamps were lit around the square. The orange flames burned quietly in the middle of these street lamps, and the translucent lampshade blocked the night wind. Only the upper part was exposed, illuminating the large and small tents around the square.

The vast campus of Emenas is on the other side of the river, and there are no buildings on this side of the open space. Every year, when the school starts to register, it will be very lively. Tourists from all over the world, friends and relatives who are seeing off, come to do business. Small businessmen will gather here for a while to build their tents of various styles, such as the common prairie-style circle, the southern simple triangle, and the desert wind-shielded shape of the falcon.

The area around the square at night is not deserted. Instead, it is more lively than in the daytime. There are small stalls on the square, selling special products from all over the world, such as elegant longbows and wine made by elves, carvings of falcons and sabres. , furs and coats from the Gufia steppe, fruits from the southern archipelago, and even oriental silk dresses and hairpins. Most of the students who can come to Emenas to go to school have a good family background, and their money is relatively generous. Many businessmen will take advantage of this to make a small fortune.

Roland Hill and Jena were also browsing in front of these booths, looking at these things with a little curiosity.

"Boss, how do you sell this saber?" Jena picked up a long knife with a curvature and asked the shop owner of the stall.

"10 extraordinary gold coins." The boss made a gesture. He was wearing a white robe, with a hat on his head, and a long feather on the side of the hat.

"It's a bit expensive."

While talking, Jenna carefully observed the knife. There was a groove in the middle of the slightly curved blade, and there were wavy and delicate lines from the blade to the back of the blade. The girl pointed the knife directly at the light to see if it was straight, and stroked the back of the knife with her thumb to feel the smoothness of the lines and whether there were any defects.

In Roland Hill's observation, although this knife did not use any extraordinary materials, it rarely reached the silver level, which can be said to be a fine product of its kind.

"Can it be cheaper? I only have a budget of 8 gold coins."

Jenna seemed to like this knife very much, and she gestured a few times in the air in her hand, a little reluctant to part with it.

"Sorry, this lady, we shipped all these goods from Falcon. Let's not talk about the acquisition and pressing of the goods. The travel expenses alone are a lot, and there are security issues along the way. It's really not cheap." The master explained in detail, and then began to introduce the origin of this saber. It was built by a master with exquisite craftsmanship and supplied to the military all year round, and the quality is guaranteed.

Jenna went back and forth with the stall owner several times, but she still couldn't get the price down, so she finally had to give up.

"I still have some money in my hand, do you need me to lend it to you?" Roland Hill asked in a low voice, looking at Zeena, who was a little lost.

"It's...forget it." After thinking about the meeting, Jena shook her head, still rejecting Loren Hill's kindness.

"Actually, I was also impulsive. I spent so much money when I first came to school. I'm afraid there will be problems in the future." She restrained her desire.

"All right."

"Does Zena like swords?"

"Well, a little bit, because many of the elders in the family are mercenaries. They have been fascinated by weapons and the like since childhood, and they know more about them. A weapon that is in hand is often our second life."

"I am a girl, and my father would teach me some simple swords and steps when I was young, but he hopes that I will not use this skill in the future, because no matter how skilled a warrior is, there will be times when he is injured. They will even die because of some accidents. The life of licking blood with the tip of a knife is not as beautiful as the poet described, it is more of a kind of helplessness." Walking between the booths, Jenna recalled, her small face was in the light. Under the reflection, it looks a little green.

In the market at night, there were not only students from all over the continent, but also a small number of oriental people. Two brothers and sisters wearing oriental robes also walked during the period.

"Brother, do you see that beautiful girl with long black hair in front."

"I see, what's the matter, Lushuang?" asked the handsome brother, who was accompanied by a long sword, red tassel tassels, and a metal moiré scabbard, with a special oriental charm.

"That girl, with black hair and black pupils, and a very soft appearance, belongs to which family of our Plantagenet Dynasty."

"This...I don't seem to have seen it before, it's really strange." The older brother looked puzzled.

"No way, brother, aren't you even familiar with the beautiful girls in school? What will happen to my sister-in-law in the future? You probably want to wait for your family to arrange a marriage for you after graduation, you won't be free then. "The peerless-looking younger sister asked teasingly, the moon shadow on her body.

The Liuxian skirt seems to have brilliance flowing under the light, and it looks a bit like a country and a city.

"She should be a freshman, I really haven't seen her before."

Looking at the silhouettes of the two girls in front of them under the lights, the elder brother finally said with certainty.

"Are you a freshman? I've seen everyone with us without her. But that face is indeed closer to our Eastern appearance."

"Hey, it would be great if I were a Sequence 5 Dragon Maiden. All the major families in the East have the blood of the dragon and can easily perceive it."

"Maybe it's one of our descendants left in the Western Continent? Anyway, you also enrolled this year, and there will be opportunities to come into contact in the future."

"Yes, yes, but that sister is really good-looking, like an orchid in an empty valley, quiet and beautiful. Or brother, you can try to chase it later."

"You only came to school on the first day, why do you think about these things? Your brother and I have been busy recently. If it weren't for the fact that I was coming to pick you up, I would still be practicing swordsmanship. You should take care of yourself first, but Don't be fooled by any stinky brat." The elder brother in the moon-white robe touched his younger sister's hair and said with some doting in his eyes.

"It's my good brother." The girl deliberately lengthened her tone.

On a spring night, the lights are flickering, the people are crowded, and the night market is as noisy as day.

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