After traveling through time, I want to become a magical omnipotent saint

Four people outside the wilderness of Orland Highlands vented their anger on a pile of rocks in an open space.

Countless ice crystals and gravel, magical attacks hit rocks that were larger than a two-story house. Even though the rocks were beaten into sieves, it could not calm the anger of the young magicians.

"Venting out is useless. This time at least lets us know how strong Higgindale is."

"Uncle Lei, you have worked with Higgindale for many years, but you just got to know her again today!"

"I'm not in the mood to get tangled up with you juniors. I'd rather go back to the city to see the two injured brothers and arrange for the Magic Group to keep an eye on the city. There's no need for us to risk confronting her!"

After a few words, they returned to Leonton City.

After returning to the Earl's Mansion, several people blamed the ten people in Group D for not taking any action.

After a few arguments, Group D said that Group C did not inform the other organization and Group C acted impulsively...

Despite the quarrel, the two groups had no choice but to write message scrolls and ask their team leaders to specify the next arrangements.

The leader of Group C of the All-Seeing Eye was the first to respond, asking them to continue staying in Leonton City, while the leader of Group D asked his team members to conduct open and secret investigations in the towns east of Oran Highlands.

In the afternoon, Isabella learned how to make afternoon tea.

Prepare some simple ingredients. I often cooked home-cooked meals in my previous life, but now I am still small and the kitchen utensils are not big, so they are not easy to hold.

Isabella got the hang of it quickly, and Charlie praised her, "Miss Isabella is also very talented in cooking. As a housekeeper, I am a little ashamed of myself. Some of the cakes don't look like they were made by a novice."

"Mr. Charlie taught me well. There is no need to practice magic every day. Learning to enjoy life is the most comfortable happiness," said Isabella. "When I think about my upcoming enrollment, I always feel a little worried... What if I can't adapt to the life in the academy?"

Charlie thought for a moment and said calmly, "There are many aristocratic children in Briffin College, and even children of the royal family, dukes, and marquises. When Miss Isabella goes to the college, don't feel uncomfortable because your status is not as good as others! Be optimistic, maybe they will get along well with you."

Isabella wanted to know more about the situation in the royal capital, especially about the academy, so she should think more about it.

"Mr. Heloda graduated from the Briffin School of Magic. You can ask more about the school during dinner..."

Charlie suddenly thought of something and added, "Oh, right, in Briffin College, you have to pay attention to etiquette. During breaks, you will always meet the young masters or young ladies of the princes, or the princesses and princes. If you pay more attention to etiquette, they will not embarrass you casually."

Isabella talked for a long time and learned more about the situation at Briffin College. The most troublesome thing for her was the red tape. You know, during the New Year in her previous life, the lines of honorifics did not exceed three sentences. But if you don't pay attention to it in this world, others will definitely make a big fuss about it and you will be criticized.

It’s dinner time. After Heloda wakes up, it’s dinner time.

Isabella talked about her father's life at Briffin Academy when he was young. His stories while studying at Briffin were very ordinary, but when he arrived at the Oberic Magic Academy, he just began a big leap in his life.

It was Isabella's favorite midnight again.

Since it would be easy to be targeted if I transformed into Higgindale, why not just not become like her?

Wearing a white mask with a subtle smile, lowering the hood of his black clothes, and controlling his magic source to the intermediate second level, he wandered in the alleys of the black market.

This time, it was to inquire about the news of the black market auction.

But the city's vigilance continued, and the black market was obviously open after midnight, when the city guards relaxed their vigilance.

There are not many people selling goods, and even fewer buying goods.

After searching back and forth in the alley several times, he was finally able to eavesdrop on the secrets of the black market auction.

"...I heard that the wanted criminal has fled Leonton City. I guess the postponed black market should be open the day after tomorrow. I can finally sell my Phoenix Scroll. You found this way! I will definitely reward you handsomely later."

"You are too polite, bro. We are all here to do business, so mutual benefit is the norm. Bro, you have been making scrolls for so many years, but I wonder if you can really make a real Phoenix scroll?"

"Of course I can do it. The difficulty is not in scroll painting, but in the inferior materials and enchantments. If the materials are sufficient, I will make as many as I can. I come from a scroll family."

"Alas... I'm afraid it will be difficult for my generation to make money from scrolls. Over the past few decades, scroll masters trained by Azelia have occupied half of the market..."

Isabella didn't continue listening because the guy turned the topic to scrolls.

Deep in the dark alley, there is also a coffee shop. There are all kinds of people in the coffee shop, and most of them are not good people.

If you want to find out more, it’s best to go to crowded places.

When Isabella entered the coffee shop, she found a space as big as two classrooms, but with no empty seats, as if all the people who were supposed to be wandering around the black market tonight had gathered in the coffee shop.

The people inside were discussing their respective businesses.

Isabella stood at the door and looked around for a long time, and found that many bearded men were looking at her.

Isabella's magic source was controlled at the intermediate second level. No one dared to question it, and they could only stare blankly.

In addition to selling coffee, this place also sells low-proof drinks.

"Little sister, are you here to find someone?"

A barista at the bar approached Isabella and asked in a gentle tone. He looked to be in his twenties, with a gold nose ring and a jade hanging from his right ear. He was dressed more delicately than a woman, in a white shirt and red vest that was very clean. Compared with the other big and strong customers, he looked relaxed.

Isabella knew that he was being gentle and polite because he saw her strength which should not be underestimated. Her strength as a junior level 2 exceeded the average of the people in the black market.

"Do you know anything about the black market auction?"

Isabella held five silver coins in her hand and rubbed them together, making a crisp sound.

"Why do you go to an auction? Buy something? That kind of place is for rich people, and even the things at the auction may be fake."

"At least I'm interested in taking a look."

Isabella placed a stack of silver coins on the bar.

"Could you please tell me where the auction will be held?"

"So you're not a local. The location is in the red-light district in the north city. I don't remember what it's called, but it's the one closest to the city wall. If you want to see something new, you can buy the cheapest ticket in the second-floor back row. In my eyes, only living things are real in places like that. Don't be fooled."

Isabella simply responded, "Thank you..."

"A polite person like you shouldn't be here!" The barista smiled faintly and took the silver coin. "Would you like a cup of coffee? Drinks are also fine. You can call me Robert."

"Oh...just a...drink."

Isabella thought for a long time and didn't tell him whose name she should use.

"Mr. Robert looks very young."

Isabella used her power of insight to discover that he was a junior second-level water element magician. When he mixed drinks, he would control the power of the water element in the drinks. No one knew what would happen after drinking it.

"Little sister, I'm already thirty-six years old. Who knows how much shelf life I have left?"

Robert smiled, and it was obvious that he liked being praised for his youthful appearance.

He quickly mixed a drink.

Isabella picked up the wine glass and released a weak fire element from her fingers. The wine was covered in a ball of blue flame because the water element in the wine was tampered with.

When Robert saw this scene, his expression was a little surprised, then a little confused, and finally he smiled with relief.

I felt that this little sister who did not reveal her identity was actually a fire elemental magician. She had reached the intermediate second level at such a young age, but I had never heard of an intermediate second level sorcerer who was still wandering around like a vagrant.

Isabella double-checked that the wine was fine and drank it over the flames.

Robert mixed a glass of strong liquor with a very light taste, just to be on guard against the little monster in front of him. He watched her drink it in one gulp, still without changing her expression, and was unable to control the water element flowing into her body.

Only then did I realize that I had encountered an opponent I could not match.

After she left, Robert wrote a message scroll, telling the people at the auction house to pay attention to this little girl with a mysterious identity.

After leaving, Isabella was secretly unhappy: there is no good person in this black market, even food is sold in secret. She found that the elite monster materials she had sold before were really sold at a loss. Even if the market price is raised a little, some people will probably spend money to buy good goods. But... why is the auction set up in the red light district?

In order to find out whether Robert was telling the truth, Isabella opened a space gap and went to the sky above the north city.

With a quick glance, he found the place Robert mentioned. On the ground, packaged and sealed goods were being moved to a large four-story room.

I also saw the people who saw the guilty flower, and they also participated in the work of moving it...

After observing from high altitude for a long time, no high-level magic weapons were found to be transported into the big house.