Hunting College

Old Yao bit her pipe and glanced at her.

"This kind of thing... is clearly regulated in the school regulations. Members of the professors' joint meeting and the main person in charge of the college are not allowed to interfere with the personnel arrangements of the student autonomous organization." The dean of Jiuyou College replied solemnly: "So I am You are not allowed to express your own opinions on this matter."

"Assuming..."

"I will not answer hypothetical questions."

"So what do you think..."

"There is a word called'black under the light'. In other words, I always ignore the students of Jiuyou Academy in one way or another. So I don't feel too much." The professor refused to give the female fortuneteller a little bit of divination. clue.

Zhu Ling paused for a moment, changed her questioning method, and asked persistently, "What about Alpha Academy? Which student do you prefer?"

"It's useless for me to like it." Professor Yao finally stopped and chose to end the topic: "But as far as I know, the students of Alpha College prefer the little guy named Ceprano... Now, this topic ends here. It's time for you to report."

After that, he opened the small black door beside him and made a please gesture.

The light suddenly flooded into the eyes of the young hunters.

Behind the door is a spacious and bright hall. The hall is not as high as the top, and there is a void with a little bit of starlight above the head; the ground is a shiny brass floor with exquisite runes painted on it, and silver-white magic flashes between the runes from time to time.

Countless large wax torches hung upside down in the void, sprinkling orange light, so that the whole hall was shrouded in the color of the setting sun.

At the end of the hall, there are several huge existences, ranging in height from tens to hundreds of meters. They are dressed in large wizard robes, sitting in a casual posture, and the whole body exudes a soft colorful light, like a hill. Even if the wizards standing at the foot of these ‘hills’ tilt their necks up, they cannot see their faces.

Zhang Boren vaguely saw the huge dinner plates placed in front of the great wizards who revealed their true bodies. The plates contained the whole sauce-flavored horned dragon and king squid. The great wizards tore off the dragon's legs, chewing slowly, and the blood everywhere was filled with the concept of power, causing the sturdy hunter to subconsciously swallow a few mouthfuls.

In the middle of the hall, there is a row of black stone platforms with railings, which look like bank counters.

There are dozens of windows on the counter.

In front of each window, there is a long line, neatly arranged and moving slowly.

Everyone in the team is a wizard, wearing black or gray wizard robes, and some also wear various colored caps. There were no pets running around, and no wizards whispering loudly.

Except for the great wizards who eat snacks, the entire hall appears orderly, quiet and silent.

"You belong to the last group of hunters to report," the professor added, standing behind the young wizards: "Most of the time, the divination team will use the hunting team as an independent unit to assign tasks... But this is war, any hunting team It is inevitable that there will be damage."

"The divination team will pay attention to the injured hunting team at any time, and make these damaged hunting teams'organic mismatch' to ensure that the full combat effectiveness of the hunting team is maintained to the greatest extent."

"So you need to register your specialties, ranks, time to get the registration certificate, and enrich the information of the divination team... Now, according to their respective categories, line up to register."

After all, the professor's figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The young wizards looked at each other.

Bahrain, the dwarf, left the hunting team first and ran to the line of dwarves, giants, and dwarves.

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When in the depths of the Black Prison Castle, Professor Yao and several young hunters who had returned from the New World were discussing the new candidates for Leger and Augustus.

The first university, Alfa Fort.

In the private lounge of the Cullen family, Sir Friedman was also preparing an apparently ‘mismatch’ letter paper for this matter:

"There is such a kind of person who is commonplace, commonplace, and unobtrusive at all."

"Not high or low, neither fat nor thin, neither beautiful nor ugly, nor famous nor famous, just like the gears on a machine, which makes people look dazzling, but unremarkably drowned in a lot of In the same category."

"This state is called mediocrity."

"A mediocre person must have a good temper. Because if you have a bad temper, you can hardly be mediocre. Because your temper will make you appear like an awl in a cloth bag."

"A mediocre person must also have a stable character. They like a stable life, a quiet life, regular and peaceful. They will never learn from paranoid moths and throw themselves into the net in front of the lights."

"Mediocre people always do things in their field of vision. Their vision will never go beyond the world beyond the scope of their calculations. They always like to do things with very certain consequences. Just like me, they always know what I am doing. What are the consequences of an action, such as the consequences of seeing this letter."

"According to this state, a mediocre person will not have a great future in his life. At most, he will take the title of a registered wizard step by step, then get a normal marriage, live a normal life, and finally be quiet. Leave this world."

"For many people, this kind of day is very beautiful and worthy of yearning."

"Similarly, for many people, this kind of life is a desperate life."

"A person lives for a lifetime, and the time is really short. Even if you are a great wizard, your life is only a short three to five thousand years. For any kind of longevity, this time is a bit shabby; for the vast universe, For the endless unknown, at this point of time, it is simply impossible to use words to compare."

"Unremarkable."

"In other words, no one knows that you have been in this world except yourself."

"When your own consciousness is blurred~www.readwn.com~Who would know that there was someone in this world who had some brilliant ideas? When you turned into loess, got in and out of your body Reptiles can’t touch the sparks that once flashed in your mind."

"Whenever I think about this, I always shudder."

"The family hopes that I can take on the glory of the moon, but I understand myself that I am just a mediocre existence and like things that are stable and well-organized."

"Glory does not belong to mediocrity."

"So, glory does not belong to me."

Friedman stood in front of the desk, with one hand in his coat pocket, and one hand on the back of the chair. He looked at a sunflower oil painting hanging on the wall, muttering, saying that it was almost completely inconsistent with himself, but Self-analysis from his own account.

There are big problems in the whole letter.

But the message this letter wants to convey can even be read by a primary school student.