The blond young man was suspended above the waves of the bay.
The waves of Oria Bay are undulating, the water is dark green to almost dark green, swallowing fine foam, exuding bursts of slightly fishy smell.
The sky was dark and cloudy, making Myrobalan's eyes seem even deeper.
He briefly judged the direction and disappeared.
A moment later, in an unnoticed corner of the small town of Skala in Labule State on the west side of the Oria Gulf, Myrobalan appeared.
Walking barefoot on the stone street that had been polished smooth by years of wind and rain, Myrobalan lowered his head slightly.
The midsummer sun has already set in the west, the sea breeze is relatively weak, and the air seems a bit stuffy.
The failure encountered by the polar bear Oleg made Myrobalan feel a little depressed.
As his eyes opened and closed, he saw a point of light on the other side of the town, full of fatal temptation, shining in his sea of consciousness.
He decided to walk over carefully and observe quietly first.
Then take thunderous measures to complete the victory in one battle and successfully integrate the fourth carrier body, so that the mistakes made by the White Bear cannot be repeated again.
This is a dilapidated blacksmith shop, with various iron pieces and tools scattered everywhere.
The stove is covered with gray iron filings, and there is an electric grinding tool and a blower. These two things are the only things that this shop can relate to technology.
The fan whirred and the fire went out.
The burly blacksmith wore a leather apron covered with oil and holes, and was holding a small stick in his mouth, dripping with sweat.
His head was already gray, and even his thick beard was mixed with many gray beards.
The blacksmith was beating a red-hot iron piece on the anvil. Amidst the clinking sound, the iron piece was peeling off and splattering impurities.
Subconsciously, the old blacksmith stopped his hammer.
He raised his head slightly and looked at the door, his gray eyes a little surprised.
Myrobalan had been observing the old blacksmith from a distance for a long time, and then walked to the door again.
He really didn't see any merit in this old blacksmith, and was even a little disappointed.
The old guy is just an intermediate fire wizard. At first glance, he doesn't look as cunning and difficult as Oleg the polar bear.
When the old blacksmith saw the myrobalan, he was stunned for a moment and threw away the hammer and iron clamp in his hand.
He spit out the stick in his mouth with a "poof" sound, then gave a very forced smile to Myrobalan and threw out a message:
"Let's talk?"
Myrobalan nodded, walked into the blacksmith shop, took a quick look, and found that there was no place to sit, so he gave up.
The old blacksmith picked up a big greasy kettle, drank a few gulps of water, and then turned off the blower.
The dirty shop suddenly became quiet.
The blacksmith sat on the only stool covered with iron filings in the shop:
"Who are you?"
"I am Harile, you can call me Myrobalan."
"Well, I don't care who you are, I just know that there is no such thing as pie in the sky.
Since I met that little ball of light, I have enjoyed all the powers it has brought to me, and I will inevitably pay a corresponding price for it. As soon as I saw you, my intuition told me that you are here to collect money. . "
Myrobalan nodded again, feeling a little new confused.
The active cooperation of the ascetic monk in the stone niche, who was full of relief, the fear and lack of resistance of Daniel and Uguwa, and the cunning escape of the polar bear Oleg, were not beyond his expectations, or he could understand them, but But the blacksmith wanted to talk.
What to talk about? No matter how you talk about it, there will still be no result in the end?
The blacksmith took another sip of water and grinned:
"Actually, I'm tired of living, do you believe it?"
Seeing that Myrobalan did not reply to his message, the blacksmith shook his head slightly:
"You must also feel that this small town no longer has the tranquility and beauty of the old days. There are ruins everywhere. Young people have gone to big cities. This place has been forgotten by God.
A long time ago, poverty, mutated diseases, riots, robberies, wars... I lost my wife and children.
I was used to drinking and being alone. Only blacksmithing could make me calm down.
I don’t even want to practice, but even so, I seem to be considered an intermediate magician. "
Myrobalan gave the blacksmith a rare explanation:
"It can be seen that you are decadent and you have not worked hard.
You can become an intermediate mage not because you have good talent, but because the information content and ability you carry are the most powerful part in the world. To be precise, it is one thirty-sixth. "
The old guy seemed even more disappointed:
"Yes, yes, this devil-like life, this hell-like world, are not what I want... Now, even the mage talent does not belong to me.
How are you going to collect the debt? I don't know how to give you back the magical knowledge and abilities. "
"It's okay, I know, what else do you want to say?"
"I don't want to say it anymore. I am only deeply disappointed in this world. I have no attachment, no look back, and I don't want to come back...
By the way, please, kill me when you take back your abilities. I don’t want to starve to death because I don’t have the ability. "
As soon as the blacksmith's message was conveyed, the door of the blacksmith shop closed slowly without moving in the wind.
The room was already filled with black spiritual energy, which gradually formed a vortex and enveloped Myrobalan and Blacksmith.
The clear message of myrobalan instantly reached the blacksmith’s mind:
"as you wish."
In the darkness, a muffled groan from the blacksmith was heard.
Soon after, only the figure of Myrobalan was left in the blacksmith shop. The colors faded and he seemed to have grown taller again.
Myrobalan's face struggled and twisted, and various colors of light intertwined in his eyes.
The inside of the shop looked like it had been ravaged by a tornado.
The blacksmith's leather apron and clothes were thrown aside in a mess, some were stuck to the wall, and some were hung on the iron items.
The tattered linen robe on Terabulin's body was completely shattered into strands.
After a while, Myrobalan's figure stabilized, but his expression was full of exhaustion and depression.
He lowered his head slightly, looked at his almost naked body, and shook his head slightly.
He slowly put on the shoes, socks, and trousers left behind after the blacksmith disappeared, and even tied on the greasy apron full of holes.
A young blacksmith with blond hair and deep blue eyes appeared in the shop.
The most incongruous thing is that the clothes on his body are a bit baggy and the pants are a bit short, just like the cropped trousers of the old era, wearing them loosely on his body.
The door of the shop opened silently, and Myrobalan slowly walked out.
His eyes were as unreadable as the abyss, and his figure and posture were desolate and tired.
There is no doubt that the blacksmith's frustrated life, pessimistic world view and life attitude of having no life left to live have completely influenced Myrobalan at this moment.
The myrobalan with crystal clear eyes is dead.
A blond young man in loose and ridiculous clothes strolls through the deserted town.
Until he saw the somewhat rundown tavern.
At the door of the tavern, several wild hunters who were already drunk before dark were sitting or standing in a huddle, looking at the tired young man in the sunset, throwing messages to each other, and some were whistling.
Myrobalan ignored them. The blacksmith's habit drove him to walk directly into the tavern.
As soon as he arrived at the door, a strong man who was a head taller than him reached out and pushed Myrobalan on the chest. He grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and two front teeth were missing:
"Hey, kid, where did you come from? Go home and get some milk!"
"Ha ha……"
A series of mocking laughter came.
Myrobalan stopped and looked at the big man, as if he suddenly woke up:
"By the way, drinking requires money. Do you have any money?"
The big man was a little confused, and his expression looked very surprised. After a moment, his brain, which had been anesthetized by alcohol for a long time, finally realized what he was doing, and he laughed:
"Haha, this little guy doesn't even have money, he just wants to drink! Wash your ass, and I'll give you money!"
The laughter around him got even louder, as they were all waiting to watch the show. Unexpectedly, this kid looked so unfamiliar that he actually wanted to provoke the famous wilderness hunter in the town.
A smile appeared on the corner of Terabulin's mouth:
"You have money? Very good, take out the money, yes, not only you, but also you."
"Ha ha……"
There was a roar of laughter.
But the laughter was cut off instantly.
Several figures flew out, with some "clicking" sounds interspersed.
The seven or eight laughing wilderness hunters didn't even have time to pull out their firearms before this terrifying young man had their arms broken, their thighs broken, and they were thrown far away.
There was a wailing sound.
The big man at the beginning injured his arms and was kneeling on the ground vomiting.
With a smile, Hezi reached out and took out all the banknotes from his coat, without even leaving a single silver coin.
The others didn't dare to hesitate at all. They took out their coins and handed them to the blond evil star obediently when he came over.
Hezi put the banknotes and coins in the big pocket on the front of his greasy leather apron and slowly walked into the tavern.
When Hezi drank the glass of strong wine with a few ice cubes in it, Hezi looked up and drank it in one gulp. Her face looked complicated, her eyes were scattered, and her face was twitching.
His tears flowed down quickly.
…
The imperial capital Chang'an.
Outside the Imperial City, there are four large areas on the south side of the huge imperial city square. To the west is Taipingfang, to the east is Xinglufang, in the middle is Xingdaofang, and in the middle of Xingdaofang, It is the Weiyang Tower that towers into the clouds.
The traditional Daxia style with double eaves and mountain veranda has as many as 99 floors and a height of nearly 300 meters.
To the east of Xingdaofang is Wubenfang.
Wu Honfang, the entire area is the Imperial University.
The Imperial University has such a prominent status, and the location of the school is also so important. It can be seen how much the Empire attaches importance to it.
But in fact, Imperial University is in a bit of an awkward situation now.
When the world entered the age of divine enlightenment, the rise of warlocks made the abilities of ordinary natural people and mutants seem insignificant in front of warlocks.
Especially in many aspects such as learning, memory, analysis and summarization, integration, etc., the ability of a warlock is not on the same level as that of natural people and mutants.
Therefore, in the current Imperial University, most of the students are natural persons and mutants who cannot activate their abilities. There are quite few warlocks, and most of them are faculty members.
For example, Wei Ling, Li Lingyou and others did not go to college at all, but they were able to digest, understand and familiarize themselves with knowledge in an instant, which may take natural people several days and months to slowly learn to achieve the same effect.
The rolling summer water enters the city near Jinguang Gate in the west of the imperial capital, winds eastward, passes diagonally through Wubenfang, and finally heads eastward from near Tonghua Gate in the northeast corner of the imperial capital.
Imperial University has a beautiful campus with the torrential summer water flowing through it.
The cherry blossoms at Imperial University have always been very famous.
For nostalgia, don’t ask about the moon in the sky. The cherry blossoms reflect Chang’an.
Many people who have free time will visit the Imperial University whenever they come to the imperial capital.
It's a pity that in this season, the cherry blossoms have already bloomed, and the thin middle-aged man leaning on the railing feels a little bored.
Not far downstairs, there is a sports field. Dozens of students with different hair colors are playing a basketball game on the field, and some are watching the game or playing other sports.
In the high spirits of those children, the game is going on, and occasionally a burst of applause and cheers will break the silence of the campus.
These students are all from the Xixuan Federation.
The empire divided the 150 students into three classes roughly according to their age, equipped them with corresponding teachers, and provided targeted teaching.
In addition to learning about the various cultures, histories and scientific and technological knowledge of the empire, there will also be corresponding teaching on meditation practice.
Who says that these children who failed to become mages in the Xixuan Federation cannot become Eastern warlocks in this strange East?
