Hunting High School

Compared with other corners of Beta Town, the night in the North District is particularly gloomy. Because there are very few groups of light bugs here. Even occasionally a group of wild lantern bugs from Lin Fei in Silent Forest will be caught by poor magicians soon and sold to other areas of the town.

It's ok near the Kini Hut.

Because of Korma's presence, the Gu Diao Street is very lively now, but there is a lack of lantern bugs, and many wizards in the North District voluntarily donated their magic lanterns hidden at home to add light to the hopeful land of the North District .

But after leaving Gu Diao Street, the two young wizards suddenly fell into a difficult situation.

Fortunately, they are wizards.

What's worse, as a boy, Zheng Qing couldn't take out his own Dharma book to show off his demeanor at this critical moment. His Dharma book was still tied with his belt and stuffed in the deepest part of the gray cloth bag.

So it was Jiang Yu who cast the lighting spell in the end.

"That month is not a little, this day is not a little!"

Jiang Yu held the Dharma book and recited the mantra. I saw a group of slender mushroom plants lined up neatly, bouncing and running out of the witch's book, and the mushroom heads emitted golden fluorescent light.

It was as if elementary school students after class had dispersed and swarmed after leaving the school gate, covering the entire dark street in the blink of an eye. Blossoms of sunlight burst out from the heads of these fungus creatures, like bubbles, drifting into the air, and then shattered with a bang, scattering a small piece of golden light.

A single sun illuminates a square foot, and thousands of suns illuminate an entire street.

The magicians of the North District, accustomed to the dark environment at night, retreated into the depths of the shadows in panic, like a bastard vampire who only encountered the sun, staring at the bloodshot eyes, uneasily looking at the street full of sunshine and mushrooms .

The abundant sunlight promotes the growth of these fungus plants, making them stronger and taller, and the sunlight they spit out is getting bigger and brighter.

Like the voracious ouroboros, these fungi are never satisfied. As long as there is still enough magic power flowing out of the dharma books, they dare to break through all the veils of night and illuminate the infinitely deep darkness.

The young wizard and wizard stepped on the golden shards of sunlight, with a smile on their face and brisk steps.

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Oleg grabbed a bottle of Kraken rum and staggered over from the other side of the street.

He was wearing a shabby gray robe. He was tall, with thick body hair and a thick chin hidden under a big fluffy beard. From a distance, he looked like a brown bear walking upright.

This is not a mocking remark-on the contrary, Oleg likes others to praise him like a bear-because according to his grandfather's grandfather, their ancestors, Life, lived in the big forest west of Xianbelia , has a trace of Slav bear blood, and is blessed by the great forest.

"Slavic bear man, that is the most powerful warrior in the wizarding world." Every time he was drunk, he always liked to drag his companions and spray them with alcohol: "Every Slavic bear man can single out one The whole tribe of werewolves! Without a doubt!"

As for why Oleg's branch fled to Buji Island, lost the precious blood of the Slavic bear people, and finally fell to the northern part of Beta Town, he didn't know the specific process. But that doesn't stop him from being a Dage in the North Side Jugglers.

Yes, Dage.

Although Oleg's magical talent is inferior without the bear blood, his strong body, intimidating appearance, and the "Blessing of the Great Forest" that may actually exist make this young magician save a lot in the North District. enough prestige.

He can carry a thousand catties of sacks in one breath and unload a full cargo ship in ten minutes; he can also wander in the silent forest for a whole week with flint and steel and a hatchet knife; Sometimes, stand in front of those weak companions, so that they will suffer less damage.

But all of this—the prestige accumulated over the past ten years—has been put in jeopardy in just two days.

"Gudu, Gudu."

Oleg raised his neck and gulped down Siren Rum hard. The acrid wine made his eyes red, and the cloudy wine trickled down his messy beard, staining his shabby gray robe.

Siren rum is one of the favorite drinks of Northside magicians. It is said that this kind of wine is brewed by the siren clan deep in the sea with the blood of the siren mixed with aged seaweed—of course, this is just a beautiful lie fabricated by those bad wine merchants in the northern district. In fact, the legend is only half right.

Siren rum does have aged seaweed in it. That's all. It is fermented and distilled from seaweed juice squeezed from seaweed. But with the addition of rumors like 'Blood of the Siren', it added a touch of magic to the wine.

Northsiders love nothing to do with magic.

This makes Siren Rum a perennial bestseller in this community. The taste of this wine is very similar to the green bee that wizards like. Oleg once drank Green Bee, he felt that clear green wine was drunk by a baby, it was too soft and boring. This feeling made him inexplicably courageous when facing wizards outside the North District.

But courage is just courage after all.

Compared with real magic, the effect of courage seems so weak.

Albon, that French boy with beautiful golden curly hair, because he got a curse seal bestowed by the great sage of Colmar, today he refused the job arranged by his employer in public.

"I'm already a wizard, I can't do this kind of work." Alban stood in front of his employer, trying to straighten himself up, holding a frog in his hand, trying to be brave: "Oleg, carry this kind of work." The coolie job should be handed over to a guy like Oleg."

Albon always does.

When doing things, he likes to sneak, rape and play tricks, and be a little clever. Every day when he goes to work, he always wears a worn-out spell book on his waist to show his difference from other magicians. It is said that the Dharma book has been handed down in their family for many years, and it is a real family heirloom.

It's just that until now, there is only Albon left in the family, and no real owner has been found for this Dharma book. Albon once approached the wizards who occasionally passed by the North District to try to sell this book. But no wizard was willing to pay more than two dimes.

This is a humiliation to the Albon family - the magician whose ancestors came from the banks of the Loire cursed behind his back, and pinned the magic book back into his belt dejectedly.

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It's not that he didn't try to copy the spell on this book. Every spell he learned in the Kini hut, he copied it very carefully in the book, full of it. But none of the spells could be used.

Until Korma's big sister pressed a black curse mark on his forehead.