Chapter 961 Room

"But if this happens, there will be a lot of trouble." Robert said with some worry, making a "Voldemort" mouth gesture to Hermione without making a sound.

Hermione nodded in agreement and whispered, "We must not let him know this kind of thing. We are here just to defeat him."

Robert sighed, "I'm afraid he already knows. Don't forget, we bumped into those priests in the art gallery before we came in..."

Hermione exclaimed in low voice, "Yes, if those priests are involved here, they will definitely tell their masters when they return, and then..."

"The priest's master?" Mr. Ishii saw the two whispering and couldn't help but come over to join the conversation. He showed a curious expression, "Isn't the priest's master the god? Or are you referring to the emperor?"

Robert said, you are such a troublesome client! Even if it's just eavesdropping, why bother interrupting? Didn't you see that we were whispering?

"We are talking about the people who hire them behind the scenes of the priests." Robert began to make up a story in a serious manner, "You have to know that spiritualists are actually competing for business with priests and monks. If they happen to know that there are spiritualists If we accept a simple or revenge-rich mission, we may hire people from the other party to cause trouble for us and reduce our mission completion rate.

“When they see that the completion rate is too low, those high-quality clients will hesitate, and finally choose shrines or temples for investment instead of our spirit removal firm.

“Unlike shrines and temples that receive other subsidies, our Spiritual Exorcist Office is a purely private enterprise, and we rely solely on our craftsmanship and the support of our peers to make ends meet.

"Although there are many commissions this year, they are not big ones, but it is a good time to improve our reputation." He spread his hands and showed a helpless expression, "You know, all industries are not doing well this year, and there is pressure from competition. It’s always been pretty big.”

Mr. Ishii showed a surprised expression, "It's true, the economy has been very depressed recently." As he said, he sighed, "It's been a troubled year. Various disasters have been breaking out this year. This time I received an invitation from Naruto City. , my family has always been very opposed to it, after all, something big happened at the beginning of the year.”

"Well, well." Robert responded meaninglessly, "Is this probably because everything is going wrong and the year is unlucky?"

Mr. Ishii nodded in agreement, "This year has been very unlucky."

Hey, hey, there are still a few months until the end of the year, don’t deny this year so early!

"Let's take a rest here." Takashi Murakami supported Yuko and ran into a dark corridor. He took out his wand and used the magic spell to block the light. Although he didn't know if it was useful, the people chasing behind them It can be seen from the group of people yelling and running past that they have escaped this level.

"It's really unlucky to meet such a large group of people." Murakami punched the wall hard with a ferocious expression.

Yuko sighed, blaming herself a little, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't sprained my ankle, they would definitely not have discovered it."

Murakami glared at her angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about? They have laid so many traps around them and have a large group of informants. They must have a big plan, and it will be a matter of time before they are discovered.

"The only thing you have to do now is to recover from your injuries!"

As he spoke, Murakami took out a jar of magic potion from his backpack, opened the lid, and a refreshing fragrance hit his face.

It's white fresh ointment.

Ordinary Bai Xian ointment naturally doesn't have any special taste, but this one is made by girls.

To put it bluntly, this is a white flower with a floral fragrance that Hermione and Yuko developed together.

Murakami frowned. He did not smear the ointment on Yuko's feet. Instead, he closed the lid and rummaged through his backpack again. Only then did he find another jar with the words "Special · Unscented" written on it. "Version of Bai Xian.

This kind is also specially made. Not to mention the floral scent, even the herbal scent of the original white fresh ointment has been removed. Basically, as long as this is present, even dogs, let alone humans, cannot smell it.

Murakami lifted Yuko's feet and took off his white sports socks. Listening to Yuko's gasp, he dug out a piece of ointment from the jar, stuck it on the ankle, and then started rubbing it.

Yuko gritted her teeth, and large beads of sweat quickly appeared on her forehead. It was obvious that she was in severe pain.

After the ointment was evenly applied, Murakami rubbed it for a while and said in a muffled voice, "How about you bite my shoulder to avoid damaging your lips."

Yuko was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, only to get another breath of cold air, "Hiss—I don't want it, you are covered in ashes, if I bite it, I will eat dirt!"

Murakami Takashi deliberately put on a mournful expression, "Yuko, you can't dislike me!"

As the two chatted and laughed, the tense atmosphere disappeared.

The bulge on her ankle slowly disappeared, and a look of relief began to appear on Yuko's face, "I feel much better."

Murakami looked at her feet, helped her put on her socks, and then said, "Let's rest for a while. By the way, I just saw a place glowing inside. Well, it's not the kind illuminated by a torch." .”

Yuko looked at the depths of the corridor in confusion. She seemed to vaguely see a white spot appearing on the wall.

Murakami raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's go see what's there."

As he said that, he cast a Muggle-repelling spell at the entrance of the corridor to prevent anyone from approaching, then supported Yuko and slowly walked over there.

"It's a room." Yuko said with some surprise, "But there doesn't seem to be anyone there."

Murakami looked around the room and found nothing unusual, then he carefully led Yuko into the room.

"Well, although it looks a little strange, it should be a place for resting." Looking at the food and water on the table, and the sleeping bags thrown in the corner, Murakami Takashi came to a conclusion, "There is actually something in this underground palace. Is there such a place? For people to rest? This gives me a bad feeling."

Yuko didn't speak, but limped to the table, sat down, and poured himself a glass of water.

"Hey!" Seeing her actions, Murakami Takashi was startled. It was too late to stop her. Yuko had already drank half the glass of water.

"There doesn't seem to be any problem." Yuko said, "It shouldn't be poisonous."

Seeing that Yuko was fine, Murakami was relieved, but at the same time he complained, "Yuko, you are too reckless! What if the food and water are really poisonous?!"