Please be my partner.

Mellen was puzzled at first, but after thinking for a moment, his eyes lit up and he asked, "How much?"

Nasim said, "Five gold coins."

Mellen simply said: "Buy it!"

He already understood what Senior Nasim meant. The actual effect of the Screaming Box was secondary; the focus was on its negative effects.

Rather than alerting the enemy, it would be more like... asking for help!

When using it, scaring the enemy away may certainly lead to the failure of the operation, but for Mellen, being able to attract the attention of other members of the Special Affairs Bureau in times of danger and thus save his life, everything else is secondary.

Nasim picked up a piece of cowhide rope from the wall. It was about the thickness of his little finger and about half a meter long. He said, "The binding rope is a disposable witchcraft item. After inputting a little mental energy and reciting the corresponding spell, you can command it to fly to a designated area and bind it. Even a first-level professional would need some effort to break free."

"Selling price: 10 gold coins!"

Melen took the rope and found that it was made of ordinary cowhide rope, the kind that could be bought in large quantities for one silver coin.

"I'll buy it! I want three!"

Nasim took out a button and said, "Protection Button, a one-time item. It has the sorcery [Protection Field] attached to it, which can form an all-around field shield, providing excellent protection against both elemental and physical attacks."

"You can sew it onto the cuff of your clothes, and just tap it three times quickly in a short period of time to activate it instantly."

"Selling price: 60 gold coins!"

Melen was silent. As a disposable witchcraft prop, it was actually sold for 60 gold coins. This gave him a new understanding of the wizard's ability to make money.

It’s expensive, but…

"I want two!"

After thinking for a moment, Nasim picked up a golden brooch from the counter and said, "This is a sensor brooch. It can sense some strange and evil forces. The higher the intensity, the greater the reaction. It may be of some use to you. You should consider buying it."

Melen took the golden brooch. It was very delicate in shape and adorned with a round and smooth ruby the size of a little fingernail.

Following Nasim's instructions, Meren pinned the golden brooch on her lining, partially touching her skin.

Nasim rummaged through the hut and found a black box the size of a washbasin, then opened it.

Mellen didn't understand what was going on, but Spike seemed to sense something and became a little alert.

At this moment, Melen suddenly noticed that the temperature of the golden brooch began to rise, and he immediately understood the purpose of the latter.

Nasim closed the box again and said, "If the heat from the brooch reaches a level that burns you, your best bet is to run!"

"Of course, because it's so targeted, it's not suitable for every situation."

Melen gritted his teeth and said, "How much is it? I'll buy it!"

Nasim smiled and said, "150 gold coins!"

Chapter 53 I Know Your Twin Brother

Purchase witchcraft items for a total of 305 gold coins.

Nasim rounded off the amount, so the actual cost was 300 gold coins.

Among them, except for the sensor brooch, all others are disposable props.

Walking out of Nathan's hut, Mellen couldn't help but sigh again at the wizard's ability to make money.

After returning to the academy, prepare everything that needs to be prepared.

After that, there was no talking all night.

The next morning, Melen finished washing up and got ready to go.

There was a protective button sewn on each of the left and right cuffs of his clothes. Three restraint ropes were wrapped around his arms and waist. The Screaming Box was hung in a bag around his waist, and the sensor brooch was pinned to the lining.

After confirming that everything was fine, he picked up Xiao Honglian's cage, called Spike, and set off for the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters.

The headquarters of the Special Affairs Bureau is not far from the Kingdom Mystic Academy. It can be reached in about half an hour on foot, so Mellen did not take a carriage or anything like that.

Halfway through, Mellen followed the fragrance into a small street. After tasting a lot of delicious food and filling his stomach, he continued on his way.

When he arrived at the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters, it was only around 8:40. After explaining his purpose, he was directed to a huge conference hall.

At this time, there were about thirty or forty people among them.

Mellen took a quick look and after confirming that no one looked familiar, he found a seat and sat down.

It can be seen that many people came in groups, most of them were whispering to each other, and only a few, like Melen, were waiting quietly.

By the time it was exactly nine o'clock, nearly fifty people had gathered in the conference hall.

At this time, three members of the Special Affairs Bureau in black uniforms entered the meeting room.

The middle-aged man in the lead looked quite majestic, followed by a young man and woman.

The young man closed the door directly.

The middle-aged man walked to the front desk of the conference hall and said, "Hello everyone, I am Osama, the Deputy Director of the Second Bureau of the Special Affairs Bureau. I am also the specific proposer and person in charge of the temporary investigator plan."

"I would like to thank you all for responding to this plan and hope that we can make progress together in future cooperation."

"Next, let's proceed directly to the assessment!"

After saying that, he nodded to the woman following behind him.

The latter understood, closed his eyes and concentrated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and made a twisting motion.

Suddenly, a door made of stick figures appeared in the void, and her hand just happened to fall on the door handle.

When the door was opened, everyone saw a place that looked like a training ground behind it.

Melen was a little speechless. He originally thought that if they were to gather in the conference hall, the assessment might be a written test or something like that.

But looking at the current situation, it seems that this assessment is simpler and more brutal than he had previously thought.

At Osama's signal, everyone passed through the stick-drawn door and came to the training ground.

After everyone passed through the stick-drawn door, the door was closed and disappeared little by little as if it had been erased by an eraser.

Mellen looked around and found that the training ground was not empty. There were many men and women wearing Special Affairs Bureau uniforms or training clothes looking at them, as if they were watching a fun event. It was obvious that they had known about this assessment for a long time.

Osama said, "This is the training ground for the Third Bureau of the Special Affairs Bureau, and it's also where this assessment will take place. If you can become a temporary investigator, you can also use the training resources here at any time."

He paused, then turned to the crowd and said, "You are all elites of the academy, with extensive theoretical knowledge of the supernatural and the mystical, but you are slightly lacking in experience. Therefore, I plan to pair you up with members of the Special Affairs Bureau, one veteran and one newcomer."

At this time, a group of more than 20 people walked over in a line, as if they did it on purpose. Each of them exuded a powerful aura, and just their approach made many students who came here hold their breath.

After the group settled down, Usama smiled and said, "So, this assessment is very simple. As long as you can demonstrate your abilities that are recognized by my capable subordinates, you will pass."

"Of course, there's still a certain degree of compatibility between teammates. Failure to pass the assessment doesn't mean you're weaker than others. It just means you're lacking in compatibility with my subordinates."

At this time, Melen could no longer hear what Osama was saying. He just looked at the leader of the Special Affairs Bureau. His eyes gradually widened, and small question marks slowly floated out from his forehead.

As Osama stopped talking, everyone was silent for a moment, and then some students walked out of the team.

How can you get others' recognition as quickly as possible when you don't know each other?

That is of course... fighting!

One by one, students began to challenge the members of the Special Affairs Bureau.

Most are easily defeated, and only a few can hold on longer.

The leader of the Special Affairs Bureau team was also challenged several times. Every time he showed overwhelming strength and usually defeated the enemy with one blow.

Osama smiled and said, "He's a capable officer under my command. Although he's only been at headquarters for a short time, he's already been recognized by many. His strength is unquestionable. Passing his assessment is no easy task."

Mellen withdrew his gaze, and just as he was about to find someone to test...

The leader actually walked straight towards him.

This action attracted the attention of both the students taking the test and the members of the Special Affairs Bureau who were watching. Even Osama showed a look of surprise.

However, the assessment is mutual. Since students can choose members of the Special Affairs Bureau, members of the Special Affairs Bureau can naturally take the initiative to choose students.

Melen looked at the burly man standing in front of him. He had a cold expression and a firm gaze, and he never said a word, like a cold-blooded and fearless warrior.

Finally, Mellen reluctantly introduced herself: "Hello, my name is Mellen Warwick."

The strong man sparingly uttered three words: "Salim!"

The words were like the cold wind blowing from the north, freezing to the bone, and the man was like a rock on an iceberg, standing still.

Melen remained silent, looking at the man before him. He couldn't identify him with the unreliable guy in his mind at all, so he laughed dryly and said, "I think I know your twin brother. His name is also Salim."

Salim's expression was indifferent and unmoved.

After another long silence, Melen said helplessly: "Well, I am a beastmaster. If you want to test me, then fight my dog."

Salim rolled his eyes and said, "No need. I can feel the wild power contained in it. From now on, you are my partner!"

When these words were spoken, many people were shocked, because they had seen Salim's move just now.

From his position, it is not difficult to guess his status in the Special Affairs Bureau, so those who dare to challenge him are all the best students.

But all these people were defeated by Salim's casual attack, so you can imagine how strong he is.

Such a strong person, yet he told a new student who was unfamiliar to all the students that there was no need to challenge him and directly invited him to form a team?!

Now, Melen, who had originally attracted little attention, became the focus of the entire audience.

Chapter 54 cosplay

Melen followed behind the 'Ultimate Version' Salim, looking a little dazed.

He could sense that the young men and women in the Special Affairs Bureau reserve force around him were looking at the latter with eyes full of admiration.

This made Melen feel unreal. When he first got along with Salim, he had fantasized more than once that it would be great if the other party didn't have a mouth!

Now this is... a wish come true?!

Or was Salim in front of him possessed by some strange means?

Thinking of this, Melen suddenly became alert.

Although I think this kind of situation is unlikely to happen in the Special Affairs Bureau, the most powerful extraordinary violent agency in the kingdom.

But, who can really say for sure about the extraordinary and mysterious things?!

Spike sensed the boy's mood, and although he didn't understand why, he also became alert.

When they arrived at a private room, Salim motioned for Meren to follow him in.

Mellen stood outside the door, looking hesitant.

Salim didn't say anything, and Melen didn't speak either, and the two of them remained in a stalemate.

until……

Salim in the room, at an angle that no one outside could see, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, making a slightly weird expression.

Melen felt relieved and entered the room.

After the door was closed, Salim seemed to relax all of a sudden. His cold and tough temperament instantly disappeared, and he even rubbed his stiff cheeks exaggeratedly.

After watching this scene, Melen finally confirmed that this guy was pretending before!

He said speechlessly: "What's going on with you? Are you cosplaying...role-playing?!"

Given the social death experience of a certain great emperor, he felt it was best not to leave too many clues. Otherwise, if he decided someday that 'witches taste good', wouldn't that make him a laughing stock for those who came after him?!

Salim shrugged and said helplessly, "You think I want to?! But, you also know that my original personality is somewhat... uh, unpleasant..."

Mellen interrupted and complained, "You're more than just unpleasant! You've survived safely until now, I really believe you have real abilities!"

Salim glared at Mellen and continued, "So, when I arrived at the Special Affairs Bureau headquarters in Roland City, someone reminded me that if I didn't want to maintain the same treatment as in Vero City, I'd better take advantage of the fact that not many people in my new environment know me and change my image. For example... a silent and cold warrior!"

"Don't tell me, don't tell me! The results are beyond my expectations! I've only been here a few days, and you've seen the way those young people in the Special Affairs Bureau look at me, right? Even Deputy Director Osama considers me his right-hand man."

Mellen sighed, "But, you look very tired, right?"

Salim nodded and said, "In order to maintain my current image, I have to hold back a lot of things."

At this point, he suddenly revealed a slightly weird smile and continued: "Fortunately, isn't it you who are here?!"

Melen's originally sympathetic mood was disturbed and he looked at Salim in amazement.

You treat the world with kindness and song, but leave the pain to your teammates?!

After a while of bantering, Mellen asked, "I remember you weren't from the police force? Why are you here at the Special Affairs Bureau? And even transferred to the Roland City headquarters?"