Hunting College

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

"what did you say?"

　　 Oleg clenched his fists and jumped ahead of Arbon. The huge shadow of his body completely enveloped the thin wizard, and roared, "You try it again!"

　　The other gray robes on the dock were quiet, staring at the conflict between Oleg and Albon. The long-held thinking has not yet made them realize the nature of this conflict.

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

　　 seemed to realize that his voice was relatively weak. The new North District wizard had a tadpole-like curse on his forehead, and the frog that had been held in his palm quietly turned into a black dust.

　　 Then the book on Albon’s waist burst into a gray light.

　　 did not chant a spell, nor used any spell, just seeing the glimmer of light, the onlookers subconsciously took a step back-this was the fear imprinted in the depths of their blood.

　　 After seeing the radiance of the book on Albon’s waist, Oleg reacted the same way as other magicians.

　　 He also took a step back.

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

　　 When he recovered, the employer of the cargo ship had already taken Albon’s shoulders, hugging him towards the dock lounge with a smile. There is the position responsible for monitoring the array, thirty coppers an hour-far more than the hard work of ten coppers for a ship of cargo.

　　 Oleg looked around, his eyes a little blank.

　　 The awe-inspiring gazes of the former companions seem to have become deeper. Although they still obeyed his arrangements very honestly, he could smell the vague commotion in the crowd clearly, even if they were separated from the belly.

　　 This made him panic.

　　 This depressed mood reached its peak when the boss paid out the wages at the end of work. Albon's napman obviously didn't do any work all day, but took the most wages, and shook the money bag vigorously in front of him.

　　 Wow!

"Thank you boss!" The new wizard said in a long tone, thanking the boat boss, but he aimed at Oleg, who was standing at the door with the corner of his eye, and said in a very soft voice that everyone around could hear: " A lifetime of coolies, huh..."

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

　　 After finishing work, he did not have dinner with his acquaintances. Instead, he bought a drink of wine and sat in the straw yard outside the wharf with a plate of salted peanuts until dark.

　　 He is not sulking. As the handle of the North District Wharf, if you encounter a bit of a bad thing, you will only drink and get sulking. I am afraid it will blow up in a month.

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

　　 From the eyes of the wizards outside the North District, it is the world of magicians. This does not mean that the North District is monolithic. Any organization that scales up will have different demands internally, not to mention a loose community.

　　 On the whole, the jugglers in the North District can be divided into three forces.

　　 is a kind of magician who is similar to the Gini Hut. Although he is in the North District, he has never given up on learning magic, hoping to gain true wizard power. Most of these magicians are relatively young, and their talents are relatively good.

　　 The second force is the group to which Oleg belongs. These people have been rooted in the North District for a long time, and have more or less a bit of industry and power. They are more or less inferior than inferior. They have long been smoothed out by life. They just want to live their own lives in peace and stability.

　　 And the third group belongs to broken pots, no industry, no work, no ideas, kidnapping, begging, and living a day. Many people dare to sign a contract to sell their souls with the dark wizard for temporary enjoyment.

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

　　 "A juggler is a juggler, and you can live a safe and stable life as a juggler. Don't learn from those crazy young people, and use magic for the rest of your life!"

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

　　 Grandpa said it was really good. In Oleg's short life, he saw too many young magicians being transformed into inhuman and ghost-like appearances in order to gain the ability to cast spells-many even paid the price of their lives.

　　Maybe a little bit aggrieved to live, but what does it matter if you are a little bit aggrieved in the North District to discuss life? Living steadily is more important than anything else.

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

　　 From generation to generation, I 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 stable belief that Oleg had been maintaining, was like a castle on the beach. The water splashed over and collapsed.

　　 is just a piece of spray.

"boom!"

　　 The bottle hit the water heavily, jumped twice, hit the pile of rocks on the opposite bank, and shattered. Oleg reached out his hand and touched the coat, and the last bottle of Kraken Rum.

　　 He finally struggled and stood up.

　　 The ability to cast spells, he wants it too.

　　 And I want it now!

After drinking, his brain was unexpectedly sober, and Oleg realized that although it was only a small splash of water splashing in front of him today, the monstrous wave behind the splash ~www.readwn.com~ has been dropped. Heavy shadows.

　　 People living in the North District are always very sensitive to dangers and opportunities.

The sooner he gets the curse, the better. He tried his best to search his mind about the owner of the Gini Hut, the witch who has become the "Great Sage"-the only thing he can think of is that she is studying in the first university, or the student union Boss.

　　 "It is necessary to sell one's own life, but how to sell it?"

　　 "It must be sold for value, and can't be pierced by the spine by the old guys... But besides my body, what else can be sold?"

　　 Holding the wine bottle, with this worry, Oleg staggered towards Gu Diao Street.

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

　　 A group of small mushrooms spitting sunlight bubbles and running around. The pictures of the gloomy night in the North District are particularly clear, and the image of Oleg's embarrassed image is also particularly clear.

"Don't run around in front of me, you arrogant ghosts that have spoiled the night in the North District and disturbed our quiet!" Oleg flew up and threw a small mushroom around his feet, spitting out flowers. Kick flying:

　　 "Damn things!"

　　 The little mushroom traversed a miserable arc in mid-air and slammed heavily into the stone pier on the side of the road. A gargoyle sculpture entrenched on the stone pier suddenly opened its big mouth and swallowed the little magic mushroom.

　　 "Hi..."

　　 The gargoyle hit a big burp, and a small string of bubbles of sunlight appeared from the corner of his mouth, and it shattered weakly before landing, and its face became more and more hideous.

　　 Oleg finally felt better in his heart.