"Koëz, this is the disciple of the Supreme Master. Please don't instill strange ideas. Also, do you think they will thank you after you use saliva to help others?" Casillaos said, "But you are probably the only person in this bar who dares to object to the Supreme Master's actions."

"Shit! Why did I come here?" Earl of Cooz woke up from a dream. He let go of his arm and liberated Salomon from the bearskin scarf. "Hmm? What did I say just now? No matter what, I still haven't finished drinking."

"Hu—" Salomon breathed the fresh air of reunion after a long separation, "I was almost suffocated to death. Casilios, why don't you help me?"

"I think you can deal with it yourself. Casilios said, "And I think you should be no stranger to Kooz. The Supreme Mage has asked him to organize his magic and put it in the New York Temple. Haven't you read that book?"

"Are you talking about the book on the 640 bookshelf, covered with black hair?" Salomon asked. "No one with a normal mind would choose to get close to that book. The alcohol concentration near that book has exceeded the standard, and the smell of vodka is everywhere."

"If you read that book, you will find that Kooz's avatar is printed on it. Even if you haven't seen the content, the avatar will let you know who to stay away from." Casillaos said, "Be careful, the Magic Prince is here again, and he is urging others to pay the bills."

"Your bill has not been paid yet, Casillaos." Monac is probably the least popular person in this bar. He is a weird old man with white hair, one eye mask, dressed like an old Western cowboy. When the Venerable explained the cost of using magic to Salomon, he used Monac as an example. He is the most standard type of magician. Although he is a user of the black magic, he is an absolute good person.

When his parents were missionaries in India, they were killed by local tribes that possessed black magic, and Monak was adopted by his tribe chief. After learning black magic, Monak returned to England, and the tribe was also destroyed by British colonists. After that, Monak returned to India to try to repay the mistakes made by the tribe. After all that, Monak began to wander around the world, helping others in his own way.

"At that time, whenever I used a spell to knock down a group of Nazi warlocks and save the life of a poor blonde girl, I would come home that night and drowned one of my rabbits..." Monak nagged his experience. The old man repeated this story many times, and the listeners in the bar had a calluse.

"I think I've paid my bill." Casilios' smile disappeared. "I've paid it long ago, Monac, I've paid it before entering Kamataj, although that price is unbearable."

"The bill is not so easy to repay, there is still a lot of money you have to pay." Monak stared at Salomon with only one remaining eye, his sharp eyes like a revolver that was about to be fired, and his sharp eyes could penetrate any human body at any time like a bullet. "Boy, did you hear it? Even if you are a disciple of the Supreme Mage, you have to pay the bill, and no one can be an exception."

“I’ve paid, when I was on my first mission,” Salomon said. “After all, there are things that aren’t something that can be paid for by rabbits, aren’t it?”

"Then you're still a little courage." Monak walked away from the table, "Remember, pay the bill..."

After Monac left, Casillaos was silent. After a long time, he spoke, "He is quite annoying, isn't he?"

"I think it's pretty good." Salomon picked up the cup and drank the remaining half of the beer. He hiccupped. "A person reminded us what price we should pay is also a good thing. The Venerable cannot remind us all the time that some things are irreplaceable by spell casting materials."

"You are a child who follows the rules. The Lord must be very pleased, because the hardest thing in Kama Taj is not learning magic, but learning the rules." Casilios took a deep breath and drank the few whiskey left in his hand. "You did a good job, really good."

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"The smell of wine." Athena sniffed beside Salomon, and she smiled with an unknown meaning, "Female, and demonic. Little guy, have you finally gotten up and wanted to drink with women? But there is no need for you to summon the succubus in the abyss. Can human women no longer satisfy you?"

"I only had one beer," Salomon said. "If you were talking about perfume... I just went to my partner for dinner and nothing happened."

"Did you mean, not long ago, when the Supreme Master wrapped the earth in a mirror dimension?" said Athena. "I smelled a strong demonic odor at that time. Could that matter also have something to do with you? It was because of this reason that you took leave for so long during that time?"

"I'm one of the participants," Salomon said. "But I'm here to learn my homework, and my sculpture course is not over yet. I have to go to school tomorrow."

"The children in the orphanage haven't seen you for a long time, Salomon." Athena pulled Salomon out. She said, "Your trick made them linger. Do you know how difficult it is to coax them to sleep when you are away?"

"Although I shouldn't ask about the matter that is not a magical side, I still don't know what you adopted these gifted children to do." When Athena took Salomon downstairs and walked to the back door of the orphanage, the secret mage said, "I have never seen you cultivate them to train their abilities."
Chapter completed!