Wizard: I Can Extract Everything

When Heath came to the classroom this morning, the other students were already there, but Eric was nowhere to be seen.

He asked, "Where's Eric? Haven't you come yet?"

The students looked at each other and shook their heads.

"not coming."

"I didn't see it."

"I don't know."

Since officially taking classes at Heath, Eric has basically been the first classroom to arrive every day. It is natural that Heath is a little strange now that he suddenly disappears.

'Maybe something happened. ’

Strange is strange, but after all, it was only a small matter, and Heath didn't take it to heart.

Unexpectedly, something happened this afternoon...

In the afternoon, when Heath was meditating and practicing in the tower, a cramped knock sounded outside the door, accompanied by Lily's anxious shouting.

"Dong Dong Dong!"

"Mr. Heath, Teacher Heath!"

Heath teleported downstairs and opened the door. Lily and several other children were standing outside the door. They were all having a good time with Eric in the classroom.

Heath asked, "What happened?"

Lily grabbed Heath's shirt and said anxiously, "Eric, Eric was beaten, Mr. Heath, can you help him?"

Heath was taken aback: "Being beaten?"

"It was the man with the red hood, the man with the red hood did it!"

"Eric didn't want to play with them. They didn't agree, so they stopped Eric..."

From the children's mouth, Heath had a general understanding of the whole story, mainly related to the notorious red hood before.

Although Eric didn't join the Red Turban, he did hang out with the Red Turban before, and one of his friends was even a Red Turban.

And the red turban has been trying to win him over, preparing to pull him into it.

After a long period of preparation, Eric had already been persuaded by the Red Turban and was about to join it, but at this moment Eric came to Heath's class.

Although the knowledge taught in Heath's classroom can't say how much life philosophy it has brought them, the environment created, living with ordinary children like Lily and the others for a long time, and underground organizations like the Red Turban are still very much. The big difference is that normal people will think about it.

Originally, Eric was also hesitant about the invitation of the red turban. After getting along with ordinary children for this period of time, he decisively separated from the red turban and refused the invitation of the red turban.

In order to win over Eric, Red Turban had spent a lot of time before, but now it is impossible for him to change his mind temporarily, so he immediately put away the original hypocrisy and arrested Eric.

"They wanted Eric to steal, but Eric refused, so they arrested Eric..."

"Now at the Old House Tavern on the Pier..."

The children do not have a sound crisis management plan yet. When encountering such a thing, the first thing that comes to mind is their parents and their teachers, and subconsciously, they feel that in helping Eric, Heath is more important than their parents. Teachers are more reliable.

Heath didn't let them down either.

"Let's lead the way, I'll have a look."

Under the guidance of the children, the group came to the pier. There was a low and dense building area beside the pier.

The houses looked dilapidated and old, and most of the roads were very narrow and covered with dirty mud.

This is the lower urban area and slum of Harbour Town. Most of the people living here are prostitutes, thieves, hooligans and other people from the bottom of the society. It is the most chaotic and dirty area in the whole Harbour Town.

"Teacher, it's there, that's the old house! The people with red hoods are all there."

"Eric was caught there by them!"

Heath followed the children to a small alley hidden deep in the market. The alley was dark and narrow, and there were many ragged beggars on both sides of the alley.

There are many other alleys like this. They are called Beggar Alleys. The people who live here are some homeless and homeless beggars who make a living by begging. Most of them are under the control of gangsters. Control, Red Turban is one of them.

The arrival of Heath and the others quickly attracted the attention of this group of little beggars, and some little beggars quickly ran to the end of the alley.

At the end of the alley is a dilapidated old house. When approaching, you can vaguely hear voices coming from inside.

It was the sound of a man drinking, accompanied by the sound of whips.

"Damn boy, don't eat and drink fine for toasting! If you don't listen to good words, you have to be whipped, right?"

"Having eaten our stuff, drank our wine, and now it's like walking away? Do you think it's possible?"

The door of the old house was open, and there were a few little beggars standing at the door, but none of them stopped them. Heath and the children walked in easily.

This is a dilapidated old house with a dozen little beggars gathered in the house.

And here, Heath also saw Eric who disappeared. He was tied with his hands and feet and fell on the beam in the house. The clothes on his body were returned and there was not much left. He was covered with whips and left behind. bloodstains.

A middle-aged man stood in front of Eric with a leather whip in his hand, and was beating Eric fiercely.

The children have seen such a scene there, and they have been frightened.

"Oh my God!"

"Eric!"

Their exclamations quickly attracted the attention of the middle-aged man. He was stunned for a moment, then looked at Heath suspiciously: "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Heath's clothes and temperament are not like ordinary people, so that he does not dare to offend easily.

Heath pointed to Eric and said straight to the point: "That's my student."

The middle-aged man was stunned again, but soon came to his senses.

With a proud face, he raised his whip and pointed directly at Heath, spitting Xingzi: "Okay, so you are the one who doesn't know whether to live or die? If you know two broken characters, you dare to go to Harbour Town to be wild. Is it? Even my people dare to move, I didn't ask you to settle accounts, you still dare to take the initiative to send it to the door?"

Heath said nonchalantly, "Then what do you want to calculate?"

The middle-aged man who had wandered around was rude and scolded: "I'm your mother!"

Saying that, he raised his whip and whipped it straight at Heath.

After seeing this, Heath was not polite. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist. In his eyes, the speed of a mortal was basically no different from slow motion. The middle-aged man's wrist was easily grabbed by him.

Grabbing his wrist, he then pushed in a little harder, and suddenly only heard a 'click' sound, and the middle-aged man's wrist sank directly.

"what!"

The middle-aged man who was hit so hard screamed, his face turned pale, and the original arrogance and domineering disappeared.

Heath then twisted again, kicked the middle-aged man, and slammed the middle-aged man into the opposite wall, causing the middle-aged man to bleed.

"Any questions?" he asked.