Hunting High School

Although the Slav bear blood in Oleg's body has disappeared, the fiery temper inherited from the bear has not changed at all. After hearing the words of the blond curly boy, he immediately became furious.

"What did you say?"

Oleg clenched his fists and jumped in front of Alban first. The huge shadow of his body completely enveloped the thin wizard, and he roared angrily, "Try to say it again!"

The other gray-robed men on the pier were quiet, staring at the conflict between Oleg and Alban with their bright eyes. The habitual thinking for a long time has not yet awakened them to the essence of this conflict.

"I mean, you are more suitable for this job." Albon cleared his throat and repeated what he just said with a pale face. It's just that his voice has become much weaker than before.

As if realizing that his voice was relatively weak, the newly promoted wizard in the northern region flashed a tadpole-shaped curse mark on his forehead, and the frog that had been clutched in his palm silently turned into a cloud of black ash.

Then the dharma book on Albon's waist burst into a layer of gray light.

Without chanting any spells or using any spells, just seeing that ray of light, the onlookers subconsciously took a step toward retreat—this was the fear that was imprinted deep in their veins.

After seeing the radiance from the magic book on Alban's waist, Oleg had the same reaction as other magicians.

He also took a step back.

The anger that just gushed out has dissipated a lot under this step.

When he came back to his senses, the owner of the cargo ship had already embraced Alban's shoulders and walked towards the dock lounge with a smile in his arms. There is the position responsible for guarding the monitoring array, thirty coppers an hour - far more than the coolie job of ten coppers for a shipment.

Oleg looked around, eyes a little dazed.

The awe-inspiring gazes of the former companions seem to have grown darker. Although they still obeyed his arrangement very honestly, he could smell the vague commotion in the crowd even through his belly.

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This made him panic.

This depressed emotion reaches its peak when the boss pays the wages at the end of the work. That guy Alban obviously didn't do any work all day, but got the most wages, and shook the money bag vigorously in front of him.

Crash.

"Thank you, boss!" The newly promoted wizard thanked the ship's boss with a long voice, but looked at Oleg standing at the door out of the corner of his eye, and said in a soft voice that everyone around could hear: " Coolie for a lifetime, huh..."

Oleg clenched his fists and stood at the door with his head bowed, like a sculpture.

After finishing work, instead of having dinner with his familiar workers, he bought a bottle of wine and sat in the grass nest outside the pier with a plate of salted peanuts until dark.

He wasn't sulking. As the leader of the North District Wharf, if something bad happened to him, he would just drink alcohol and get sulking, and he might explode within a month.

Oleg is thinking about the way to go in the future.

In the eyes of wizards outside, the North District is the world of magicians. That doesn't mean the North is monolithic. Any large-scale organization will have different demands inside, not to mention a loose community.

Overall, the jugglers in the North District can be divided into three groups.

One is a juggler like Kini Cabin, who has never given up on learning magic even though he is in the North District, hoping to gain the power of a real wizard. Most of these magicians are relatively young, and Talent is relatively popular.

The second force is the group to which Oleg belongs. These people have been rooted in the North District for a long time, more or less have a little bit of industry and power, more than the top and the bottom, and they have long been smoothed by Life, and they just want to live in peace and security.

And the third group belongs to the broken pots, no property, no job, no idea, cheating and begging, living day by day, many people dare to sign contracts with black wizards to sell their souls for a moment of enjoyment.

Oleg had always looked down on the other two types of people.

"A juggler is a juggler. If you are a juggler honestly, you can live a peaceful life. Don't be like those crazy young people, and spend your whole life on magic!"

This is what Oleg's grandfather said to him, and he has always regarded it as a standard.

What Grandpa said was indeed true. In Oleg's short life, he saw too many young magicians transformed into ghosts and humans in order to gain the ability to cast spells—many of them even paid the price of their lives.

Maybe it's a bit aggrieved to live, but what's the point of a bit aggrieved when discussing life in the North District? It is more important than anything else to live steadily.

In a few years, ask an ordinary-looking female juggler to be his wife—a female juggler who is too beautiful must have been used by wizards, and Oleg feels unsafe—then give birth to a big fat boy and educate him Continue to live an honest life.

From generation to generation, it can probably go on like this.

until today.

A junior who had just gained the ability to cast spells stepped his face into the mud and crushed it. The seemingly solid belief that Oleg has always maintained is like a castle on the beach, and the water splashes over it and collapses.

Just a splash.

"boom!"

The wine bottle hit the surface of the water heavily, jumped twice, and hit a pile of rocks on the opposite bank, smashing it to pieces. Oleg reached out to touch the bag, and the last bottle of Siren Rum.

He finally struggled and stood up.

The ability to cast spells, he wanted it too.

And want it now!

Unexpectedly sober after drinking, Oleg realized that although only a small splash of water splashed in front of him today, behind the splash of water, the monstrous waves had already cast heavy shadows.

People in the North District of Life are always very sensitive to danger and opportunity.

The sooner he can obtain the seal, the better. He tried his best to search for information about the owner of the Kini hut, the witch who has become the "Great Sage" - the only thing he could think of was that she was studying at the First University and was a member of the student union. Boss.

"It is necessary to sell yourself, but how to sell?"

"It has to be sold for value, and it can't be poked in the back by the old guys... But apart from my body, what else can I sell?"

Holding the wine bottle and carrying this trouble, Oleg staggered towards Gu Carving Street.

Then he saw a different night view of the North District.

A group of little mushrooms spit out sunshine bubbles and run around. The gloomy night in the North District is particularly clearly photographed, and Oleg's distressed image is also particularly clearly photographed.

"Don't run around in front of me, you arrogant bastards who ruin the night in the North District and disturb our peace!" Oleg kicked up, and wrapped around his feet a small mushroom that spit out blossoming sunshine kick fly:

"Damn it stuff!"

The little mushroom drew a miserable arc in mid-air, and slammed heavily into the stone pier by the roadside. A gargoyle sculpture entrenched on the stone pier suddenly opened its mouth wide, and swallowed the little magic mushroom in one gulp.

"Hic..."

The gargoyle let out a big belch, a string of bubble-like rays of sunlight emerged from the corner of its mouth, and before it hit the ground, it shattered weakly, reflecting its face even more ferocious.

Oleg finally felt much more comfortable in his heart.