Hunting College

"Never seen anything like that...never."

"A group of crazy Great Yarmouth elves actually tore a fire dragon into pieces... It was a real Romanian longhorn! The flames it spewed directly roasted the stone mill in Old Iger's house!"

Rooney Pate waved his arms and sat on the most conspicuous seat at the bar, surrounded by curious audience. Those sparkling eyes gave Rooney a great sense of satisfaction.

"Is it really the Great Yarmouth elf? Did you read it wrong?" a guest questioned.

"Impossible!"

The beer glass in Rooney's hand hit the bar heavily, his face was flushed, I don't know whether it was the effect of alcohol or the rush of blood: "The Great Yarmouth elf is a variant of the Cornish elf, they are all light blue, with big eyes, Less than ten inches tall, and can't beat even an owl except for flying around mischievously...how could I have mistaken them!"

"No one doesn't believe you, Pate!"

The other guests quickly smoothed things over: "It's just that this incident sounds too incredible... A group of elves tore up a dragon? Even the elves from the First University shouldn't be so powerful!"

"It's also possible that the Romanian Longhorn was too bulky to handle the nimble little bugs."

Another person analyzed: "Didn't the Venus Hunting Team fall into the hands of a group of Amazon army ants in the third round of the Zeus Cup last year? If the Romanian wild dragon was replaced by a more agile Swedish short-nosed dragon , maybe it won’t be restrained by the elves.”

"How can elves be compared with Amazon army ants! One has a danger level of less than one star, and the other has a danger level of more than five stars. They are not existences of the same dimension at all!"

"Even if the Romanian Longhorn didn't move, how did a group of Great Yarmouth elves break through its scales? I doubt they can even bite the wild dragon's eyelids!"

"Pate! Pete!"

A tall and fat wizard squeezed through the noisy crowd, came to Rooney Pate, and asked loudly: "Pate! The old Iger you just mentioned...is the old Iger who runs a dragon farm Home? . . . Two Brown Lights, Tom!"

The bartender behind the bar snapped his fingers, and two wine glasses flew out of the cabinet with a clang, and floated to the side of the beer barrel. The orange liquid fell into the glasses, creating a rich layer of foam.

Rooney Pate swallowed quietly and nodded vigorously: "It's his home!"

"Hula la la..."

The tall fat wizard laughed, took the brown ale handed by the bartender, stuffed a cup into Rooney's hand, and drank it by himself: "When will the stone mill at Old Iger's house be burned down by dragon flames? This time... it's the strange thing about the wild dragon's death... Their family has killed dragons for generations, is it possible that the Romanian wild dragon was drugged before!"

"Absolutely not!"

Rooney Pate grabbed a shriveled apple from the fruit plate, took a bite viciously, and squinted his eyes comfortably with the smell of salt water in the beer: "Recently, I've been helping out at the old Iger's dragon hunting farm. , which dragon should be killed and which dragon should be raised again, it couldn't be clearer... That Romanian longhorn just hatched a few baby dragons, it was the most ferocious and precious time, old Iger fed him live cattle It's too late, how can I give it medicine!"

"That's not certain."

It was the same tall and fat wizard who raised the Brown beer in his hand and drank a couple of gulps, laughing loudly: "Didn't old Iger always boast that his precious grandson entered the first university, it is said that university tuition is very expensive Yes, old Iger would have to kill a few good dragons to pay tuition for his grandson..."

"His grandson, is that the kid named Vas Egg?"

"Yes, that's him. I heard that he entered Starry Sky Academy!"

"Hiss... It's amazing. The students of the Starry Sky Academy are very powerful. Maybe they can catch some fresh magical creatures from the new world after graduation... The old Iger's dragon hunting ground will be carried forward by his grandson in the future!"

"When I went to the dragon hunting farm to help feed the dragons, that young man was already wearing a one-piece dragon leather jacket and holding a steel brush to help the wild dragons wipe their scales...It's not surprising that he can enter the Star Academy..."

Tom Hansen lowered his eyelids, stood behind the bar, listened to the chatter of the guests in the bar with his ears upright, but didn't stop with his hands. He took a clean white linen cloth and wiped the heavy beer glass.

He is the owner of this little bar.

The name of the bar is 'White Crow', located in Newcastle in the northeast of England - of course, the Newcastle of the wizards and the Newcastle of the white men are not exactly the same - the store offers a special kind of light beer called 'Brown', which is made with a special Brewed from fermented ingredients and a unique brine blend, it's a favorite among wizards in the neighborhood.

Similar to most wizarding settlements in Europe, Newcastle's atmosphere is also very conservative~www.readwn.com~The wizards living here stubbornly retain the old-fashioned living habits. For hundreds of years, life has hardly changed—candles, newspapers , wizard tower and magic broom—the electronic signals and the roar of machines in the Baiding world have hardly any impact on them. For hundreds of years, everyone has maintained this almost rigid world running slowly. Everyone's occupation has been established since he was born. confirmed.

For example, Tom Hansen knew from an early age that he would inherit the family winery in the future.

For example, Rooney Pater, although his family has been in Newcastle for nearly two hundred years, but in the eyes of most residents here, he is still an outsider, and he can only work for big families day after day.

Another example is the old Iger, as the guests say, who runs the largest dragon hunting farm on the northeast coast of England. The keel, dragon blood and dragon meat that flow out of his hands every year account for nearly 30% of London Square's shipments.

Tom resented the constant feeling.

He tried to escape here, but his magical talent was not high, and he failed to receive any admission notice from any university. So after high school, he ended up going back behind the bar to continue the little business his grandparents started.

Creak creak.

The middle-aged bartender wiped his beer glass vigorously, listening to the guests talking about Newcastle's genius who entered the first university, his expression was calm.

Jingle Bell.

The wind chime at the door made a crisp and pleasant sound, and a gust of cold wind blew into the store as the wooden door was pushed open, awakening the pensive bar owner.

"Welcome, Huan..."

He opened his eyes wide and swallowed the second word 'welcome'. Similar to him, the bustling bar seemed to be hit by a silencing spell and fell into an uneasy silence.

Because the door was pushed open, there was a group of five wizards in black cloaks and cat-face masks.