Hundreds of silver coins submerged in the rushing river quickly flowed to the gentle downstream. When the maids and women in the bathhouse who got up to wash clothes in the morning accidentally grabbed a silver coin, it was destined that this good news would spread. Ten, ten to a hundred.
Squires, doctors, pagans in charge, muleteers, even serfs and greedy priests gathered on both sides of the honey river, took off their clothes and jumped into the water, eager to snatch the silver coins flowing down the river.
Chen Yi was at the farthest reaches of the river, and the water was barely above her thighs.
After carrying the collected silver reeds dry and putting them into the bag, Chen Yi arrived early enough. In a short period of time, Chen Yi found forty-six reeds, which was almost one and a half Rhone gold coins.
Hedwig's three months' worth of materials are available.
Touching the heavy bag, Chen Yi felt satisfied. It was forty-six silver dollars, almost equal to two months' salary of a carpenter in the city.
"Why not enjoy the bell tower..." Chen Yi said regretfully.
To tamper with the Bell Tower of Tribulation, the source of divine power in Resurrection Town, one must suffer oneself in order to light up the lights. The days spent in jail had accumulated almost a layer of lights for the bell tower.
But it makes sense if you think about it carefully. If enjoying happiness can light up the light, doesn’t it mean that all the benefits are taken away? Just like when you are fifteen, you can initiate surrender, but you cannot initiate victory.
Chen Yi was not greedy. The upper and middle reaches were also occupied by others. There would be no more silver coins here, so he stood up and left.
"It's time to go to the Magic Academy. We have classes today."
He is an entry-level apprentice at the town's magic academy.
The Headmaster is the only wizard in town: Lucius, a heretic, a puppet master.
Walking on the empty street, Chen Yi turned left and right, and tall old buildings fell into his eyes. It was rebuilt from an old church. It has a small round dome and a Romanesque style of opening and closing. Three pointed and round towers stand in all directions. They do not match the old church. They are magic towers, casting a gloomy shadow. shadow.
It is said to be an academy, but there are only thirty apprentices. There are about 900 people in Resurrection Town, and among them there are very few who are qualified to study magic. What's more, in the concept of true believers, witchcraft has always been taboo and unclean.
Chen Yi is the only true believer in the college.
His reason for joining the Magic Academy in the first place was simple.
free.
In this world, both the True Sect and the Giant King Sect advocate that knowledge is priceless, but a certain amount of wheat or cloth will be charged.
The colleges that cannot recruit students can be regarded as priceless implementation of knowledge. Lucius does not charge any material fees. As long as the students have sufficient qualifications, they can enroll and study magic.
Having said that, the vast majority of students are pagans. These outsiders are already wealthier than true believers and do not care about the cost.
Chen Yi came to the school building. This was originally the hall of the church. The icons were moved aside, a crystal ball was placed on the stone table, and the shrine was replaced with a dark stone slab, with traces of charcoal pen still left.
People came to the school early.
Several young men in blue robes embroidered with silk were sitting in the front seat. Their status was completely different from that of Chen Yi. They glanced at Chen Yi contemptuously, and the tall one among them asked: "Pagan, did you go pick up the money?"
To him, he was the infidel.
"Picked it up." Chen Yi replied with a smile.
Those formal apprentices looked at each other with a smile, with mockery and arrogance in their eyes. There was no explicit sarcasm, just a kind of contempt like a joke. For these wealthy pagans, true believers were often excluded from the circle, let alone civilians.
Chen Yi sighed softly. He had obviously led them to hate him before, but why were they still so lukewarm?
By their slights alone, the Bell Tower of Misery was too slow to accumulate.
Chen Yi doesn't want to take the initiative to cause trouble, but she really hopes that others will take the initiative to cause trouble.
Within a few quarters of an hour, the apprentices entered the school building one after another and took their seats. The entry-level apprentices intentionally or unintentionally sat near the formal apprentices, while the apprentices who really couldn't fit in and were from poor families gathered sporadically on the other side. No matter what, no one wanted to get close to a true believer, so Chen Yi sat alone in the back seat.
In the eyes of true believers, pagans are certainly unclean, but in the eyes of pagans, why are true believers not?
Chen Yi smiled.
This feeling of collective isolation is unbearable, but when I think of the lights on the Bell Tower of Misery gradually lighting up, I feel a sense of joy of harvest.
"It seems that channeling emotions is still useful."
Chen Yi knew that when they saw him, they would all feel disgusted intentionally or unintentionally, just like the roommate who yelled the loudest during the nap in college.
Because I have manipulated their emotions... In fact, not only their emotions, but their lives, love, freedom, and destiny... I have no control over anything.
Like a marionette with free will.
The difference is that Chen Yi just doesn't think about it.
The wizard Lucius, he came on stage from the side door, with a long and gray beard, sunken eyes under the wizard's hat, old and twisted wrinkles, the old man's back was stooped, not bent backwards, but forwards, with his entire abdomen pressed in front , but the chest is tilted back, and it is not difficult to guess how twisted the spine is.
"Today, we talk about the taboos of magic." Lucius's voice was hoarse and dry, and his face was thin. Even though he had seen it many times, Chen Yi couldn't help but shrink his pupils slightly when he caught a glimpse of the countless thick yellow tumor marks between the hems of his clothes. Nausea arose spontaneously.
The tall icon casts an oppressive shadow.
"Studying magic must be based on the pursuit of knowledge. However, knowledge also has taboos."
Dead Soul Sickness
Lucius wrote obscure words on the stone tablets, and they were platinum inscriptions used to recite magic.
Chen Yi stared at the noun he had never heard before and felt inexplicably dizzy.
Above the sea of thousands of clouds, he faintly felt something surging.
"The dead souls resurrected from the ancient bloodline. They are violent, evil and have paranoid twisted desires. The older the bloodline, the more they suffer from it. Countless people regard it as a curse of the bloodline. When the dead soul disease spreads, the pale The showers of sex will pour down! All due to the search for the taboos of the gods!"
In addition to his hoarse and harsh voice, Lucius's bloodshot eyes trembled in a weird and abnormal way, and there was a faint dark shadow surging in the tumor mark under his sleeve.
Chen Yi tensed up involuntarily and glanced at the others, but those pagans were sitting there as if nothing had happened.
Goosebumps spread across his skin. Don't these heathens feel this way?
Lucius swept at everyone fiercely, and when he landed on Chen Yi, there was an unknown fire in his heart.
"Chen Yi! Where did I just talk?!"
Chen Yi was startled, stood up, and said slowly: "Due to explore the taboo...the death-soul disease that was revived from the ancient bloodline..."
Abnormal... Abnormal... wizards... and these pagans...
Is it because he guided their emotions?
"Remember...the taboo of always fearing God!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the strange words on the slate seemed to have penetrated into his mind. Chen Yi could not help but stare at it.
Over time, the dizzy feeling of ischemia came to my brain, as if I had been squatting for a long time.
Patting her head hard, Chen Yi tried to take a deep breath...
Slowly, after the dizziness passed, Chen Yi raised his head.
Everything was normal. Chen Yi looked at the obscure word again, his mind calming.
When his eyes fell on Lucius, the ugly old man's tone was serious, but it was completely different from before.
"Sit down and listen to the lecture carefully from now on."
Chen Yi slowly sat down, breathing heavily.
Did you just...see a hallucination?
Because of that thousand-column sea of clouds?
Touching his forehead, Chen Yi glanced at the pagans with the corner of his eyes.
No wonder they didn't respond...
After that weird dizziness, he felt an unspeakable fatigue.
Soon it was time for self-study. Chen Yi stood up and prepared to go home first. The rules of the college were always lax.
The pagans in various circles talked with each other, or read books alone, borrowed notes, or adjusted the folds of their robes. Slightly bustling sounds echoed in front of the icon, creating a sacred and soothing atmosphere.
Chen Yi, who was sitting alone at a table, did not disturb anyone. He stood up as gently as possible without making too much noise.
Chen Yi straightened his sleeves and walked out.
The moment his figure disappeared outside the door.
Beside the stone slab and in front of the icon, everyone in the academy twisted their heads in unison, staring stiffly and dullly at the door.
The person who originally had his back to the door bent his spine in an inhuman manner, and his head hung upside down, stagnating in mid-air.
Chatting, borrowing notes, sorting clothes...their bodies are still doing their own thing.
