Hunting College

As the vice president of the First University, if the old man needs more wizards who understand art, because the wizarding world is like a towering spire, the higher the upward, the smaller the space to move, which requires the wizards occupying the upper level to learn to compromise with each other. .

　　 But for ordinary wizards at the bottom, being content with normalcy is the life they are most familiar with. The quarrels of the streets, the scolding racks on the road teeth, the treacherous hawkers, the pungent housewives, the flying broom tails rubbed the roll-up banners in front of the shop, and the fireball-throwing jugglers blackened the snowy white tent outside the second-story attic.

　　 Robert Lee is now dealing with these trivial things every day, witnessing the most common but most varied disagreements in the world, but he never gets tired of it.

　　Because he was able to transfer from the North District of Beta Town to the pedestrian street of Beta Town, he was lucky enough, and he had no reason to ask for more. Moreover, regardless of the number or intensity, the noise on the pedestrian street is much smaller than that of the dock in the North District. The wizards quarrel here even use honorifics—

　　 "Don't you walk with eyes long? You stepped on my foot!"

　　 "I said why my foot got a little bit..."

　　 Robert swiftly inserted between the two passers-by with eyebrows and eyes, skillfully piled up smiling faces, smiled and showed the silver-white Security Bureau badge on the belt, to stop the two passers-by from drawing out the book of law stupidly:

"Calmness, calmness, littering of evil curses provokes the school patrol. Everyone is not good at face. You know, the young masters in the school have been very annoyed because of the chaos in the past few months, thinking about killing chickens and monkeys... It's inevitable to bump into each other, what a big deal, you can't draw a book... Take a step back from each other, hello, he is good, everyone is good, do you two say this is the reason?"

　　 Generally speaking, for this, the two sides will naturally not be able to fight.

But it is inevitable to say a few ruthless words to each other. One party said that he has three thousand brothers, all of whom are registered wizards; the other party stretched out his face and asked the other party to smoke, "Try one," Robert Dala stood in the middle, left and right. With a push, the two Lunu tribes who were stubbornly stubbornly went down the donkey and walked away cursingly, causing the onlookers to be greatly disappointed.

　　 "Lao Li, you always have to make them fight, and then go to the police to make more contributions." The uncle of the milk tea shop leaned out of the counter half body, hehe smiled, and handed the sheriff a cup of bubble milk tea.

　　 The warm paper cup was carried by the two elves, slid through an elegant arc in mid-air, and finally landed firmly in Robert's hands.

　　 The sheriff took out a few shiny copper pieces from his pocket, and stuffed them into the cloth pocket hanging on the elf's body. The little elf smiled happily and bowed his knees in mid-air, saluting and thanking him.

　　 "It is very, very," the young owner of another talisman shop leaned in front of the door, shook his head and dangled his book bag: "Don't you hear about the Qin Yue people's old things?"

　　 "Who are the Qin Yue people?" a young witch passing by curiously asked.

　　 "It's Bian Que, a well-known healer in ancient times." Across the street, Linguo sat on the back of her alchemy goat and replied loudly.

　　 The witch looked back, and the person who spoke to her was a beautiful young man with clean brows, a crown-like face, and a white robe. Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she forgot a few pickled goods beside her, pulled her kerchief, and walked over with a smile:

"Are you a student of Alpha? My classmates, eh, I am from Starry Sky... How old are you this year? The therapist thing just now sounds very interesting. My sister bought you milk tea. Would you please listen to your sister? This Did you make the alchemy car yourself? It's amazing! Our hunting team happens to lack a great alchemist! Come to our hunting team, there is no trial period, hire at the price of a registered wizard!"

　　 Linguo shrank back skillfully, avoiding the hand extended by the witch, and pulling open the curtain on the small truck beside him. While recommending his own products, he talked about the story of the three Bianque brothers:

"Senior elder sister wants to collect alchemy items? I can find a way out here... The story of the healer is very simple. In ancient times, a king asked the healer, who of the three brothers had the best healing skills, said Bian Que 'The eldest brother treats the disease as a god, and it is not tangible, so the name does not come from home. The middle brother treats the disease, he is in the vellus hair, so the name does not come from Lu. If the magpie, he has blood, puts poison, and vice skin , Leisurely and famously known to the princes. "It means to say..."

　　 The boy spoke clearly and organized, and the witch listened carefully.

In front of the milk tea shop, several elderly wizards looked at the scene with a smile. The owner of the talisman shop looked at the young **** the opposite side, and then at the scruffy uncle beside him, shook his head and sighed: " Old...really old."

　　 The owner of the milk tea shop has long lost the "Spring Ambition" of the young owner of the talisman shop. He took his attention away from the young wizards across the street early, pulled out a newspaper under the bar, and shook it at Robert Lee:

　　 "Hey, the newspaper you want!"

The sheriff's eyes lit up, he hurriedly stepped forward, took the "Beta Town Post", flipped left and right, and soon saw a large upper body photo of himself on a page—that photo took up almost half of the page. Location, Robert Lee in the photo is staring at the front with majesty, his arms are swept across the frame from time to time, making some powerful gestures.

He looked at this photo, and suddenly remembered something. He stretched his hand in his waist pocket for a long time, and took out another earlier version of the Beta Town Post—the same newspaper also had a half-length photo of Robert Lee, but Because time is too long, UU read www.uukanshu. Com caused several clear creases on the robe in the photo, which is slightly unsightly.

　　 Mr. Sheriff didn't care about the slight imperfections on the robe. He focused more on the smiles of his own photos in the two newspapers.

　　 The sheriff in the old newspaper wears a blue tie like a twine, his expression is too serious, his smile is very stiff, looks like a picture of the old-school wizard of Europa embedded on the tombstone.

　　 It was his first time in the newspaper, and his movements were inevitably unskilled, which he was annoyed for a long time. You know, the sheriff of Beta Town is neither a young talent from the First University nor a highly skilled New World hunter, and there are not even a few registered wizards. They rarely have the opportunity to board the wizarding world such as the Beta Town Post. Broadsheet.

　　 But his frustration didn't last long.

In the second wave of black tide that struck the Silent Forest more than a month ago, Robert Lee’s “wrong hit and hit” warned the entire town more than ten minutes in advance, blew the bronze whistle in his hand, and won a period for Beta Town. Valuable reaction time.

Afterwards, the sheriff of the North District not only won a Merlin Brass Medal from the Alliance and was promoted to the sheriff of the pedestrian street, but also accepted an interview with reporters and won the second boarding of the "Beta Town". Opportunity for the Post.

　　 So there is this new newspaper and this new photo.

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