Abyss Demon of All Realms

But I still have some understanding of the weirdness of that sea of ​​flowers, and I know that that kind of place is completely dead to ordinary people, and they can die if they smell it a little.

The head of the school, who is a pinnacle fifth-level wizard, even said personally that wizards below the third level should not hang out there if they have nothing to do.

If they inhale too much gas from those flowers, even wizards who are far beyond ordinary people may suffer from certain special diseases.

Since then, in his heart, that sea of ​​flowers has become one of the deadliest places in this academy.

If it wasn't necessary, he wouldn't even pass by there, fearing that if he took two more breaths, he would develop a lifelong disease.

However, as far as he knew, it seemed that except for those who went to the sea of ​​flowers without knowing their lives, most people, as long as they were members of the academy, even if they strayed into it by mistake, those flowers would not have too much influence on them.

Having said that, the prudence of a wizard still made him not want to get close to it.

In his eyes, this group of freshmen who don't know how to live or die are still a little too immature. They will not know that this world is not so kind until their teacher gives them a warning.

Squeezing is the attitude of every wizard towards his apprentice.

In the world of wizards, knowledge is the most expensive thing.

In addition, due to the influence of various experiments, most wizards have more or less a little bit of mental illness, and their brain circuits are somewhat different from ordinary people, and everyone is abnormal.

In this case, it is not easy to learn something useful from them.

Even if the college bears most of it, the remaining small part can make these apprentices feel the pain of being exploited.

The steady flow of water refers to the mentors, and the apprentices are the ones being flowed.

Boil, boil to death.

Back then, he spent his apprenticeship in the same way...

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Walking on the road full of historical precipitation, Saya silently observed the surrounding scene.

In his eyes, this is where he will stay for a long time in the future.

According to the information he collected, it would take at least ten or even hundreds of years for an apprentice to become an official wizard, and during this period most of them would have to spend in the academy.

At this moment, after some observation, he was very satisfied.

In his opinion, even the capital of the most powerful mortal kingdom is far inferior to the luxury here. According to his estimation, the patterns carved on any random wall have a history of thousands of years.

It is indeed the residence of wizards!

And different from the quiet and deserted place he imagined, there are not many passers-by in this place. Although it is not overcrowded, pedestrians can be seen everywhere.

Some of them wore the costumes of college students and tutors, while others wore costumes representing servants. They thought that they should be able to recruit people to take care of their daily life.

Looking at the passers-by around, they kept looking at him and others. Although Saya was very young, he still chose to hold his chest up and look very confident. After hesitating for a while, Charl beside him also followed suit. After the gourd painting, although his figure and temperament have not kept up, and he has a sense of absurdity, but he has also taken his first step, and wants to become the same person as Saya.

longing,

For him, Saya, not to mention handsome and elegant, but also confident all the time, is his ideal appearance.

Although it feels a bit out of reach, he still wants to get closer to each other.

I don't want to be as happy as I used to be.

After arriving at the place, pointing to the magnificent building in front of them, the leading teacher stopped, turned his head and said to them: "This is where the freshmen are arranged. Here, not only you are choosing your tutors, but also the tutors are choosing you. Those who are interested will be picked out in advance, while those who are not will be assigned uniformly according to their talents and qualifications."

"So show your best mental state. Unlike those who are assigned uniformly, those who can be selected in advance show that you are more eye-catching and will be more valued by your mentor."

After saying these advices, Derek sighed silently as he looked at the freshmen whose expressions became tense.

He didn't know why he gave advice to them who had nothing to do with him. Maybe it was because he still felt aggrieved about his difficult life back then. If he could have been selected by a good mentor at that time, he felt that he could at least Save 20 years of time...

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"The kid looks good."

"I think it's okay too."

"Never mind him, anyway, I don't care, as long as I teach according to the college's regulations, I don't care what he can do."

"That blue-haired brat I want him."

"What the hell, it's too wasteful for you to use such high-quality candidates for experiments."

"How can it be said that the wizard's business is a waste, and how will you know if you don't try it!"

"Let me Kangkang have any cuties that meet my standards..."

"You are..."

Seeing all kinds of strange creatures and strange objects floating above, and the continuous hoarse or yin and yang voices, although Saya's face was still full of confidence, he couldn't help but swallowed secretly. can be completely different.

A drum beat involuntarily in my heart.

'Are these people sure they are picking students? '

'Why do I feel like picking on freebies and pork? '

Looking at those nervous freshmen, Derek turned around and walked out. His once-a-month mission was completed here.

Next month, he will go to other countries to welcome new students.

The Heart of Silence governs more than 100 countries. The countries he visits every month are different, and he needs to go to each country once a year, so his job is either on the road or on the way to rest. Time is hard to come by.

Chapter 49: Realistic Beating

In the end, it went through a lot of picking.

In Char's envious eyes, Saya, whose talent is better than him, and whose other qualifications are far superior to him, was selected by a mentor.

Presumably it should be given more attention.

Although Saya was favored by his mentor, when he looked at him with the eyes of "I'm hungry", it was right that his face was not very good-looking.

He clearly saw the big bat drooling at himself.

Saya, whose mentality has changed a little, waved to Charr with a forced smile on his face for the sake of face, looking proud.

But I prayed secretly in my heart: "I hope I really want to be a student, not a fodder..."

Charl, who saw that there were no mentors on the side, was very envious: "Smiling so happily, he must have been selected by a good mentor." '

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Although the house is a wooden structure, the whole is built on a huge unknown plant.

The natural structure is like a house growing out of the plants, without many artificial traces.

Holding the token in his hand, looking at the huge wooden house in front of him, Char swallowed.

He knew that if there were no accidents, the people living inside would be his mentors, so he would inevitably feel nervous.

He didn't know whether his mentor would like him or not, and he didn't have much confidence.

After all, he is really inconspicuous, and he himself doesn't feel that he has anything worth being valued by others.

Gathering up the courage, I pressed the doorbell lightly.

Before he was made to wait long, a tree vine protruded from the roof, twisting around Char like a snake.

It made his scalp tingle, and he felt like he was going to be bitten.

After the observation, a somewhat old hoarse voice came out: "A new apprentice?"

Seeing that this thing can still send messages, Char quickly responded: "Yes, my name is Char, and I just arrived at the academy today."

Seeing the tree vine bobbing up and down a few times after listening to his words, Charles thought uncertainly: 'This should mean nodding? '

Indistinctly, he seemed to hear an indistinct murmur from among the vines: "Didn't it mean one a year, and what day is today... Does time go so fast? It seems Last time I was hit in the head by the explosion, there were indeed after-effects, I said how old I feel that time flies, I didn't expect that a year passed in a blink of an eye..."

Charl began to feel something bad in his heart: "Why is this mentor not quite normal..."

After talking to himself for a while, the other party shifted his gaze to Charle again; "Why does he look thin and unhealthy, it must be because the food at home is not good, it reminds me of my youth, that is It's my first time to go to a brothel..."

'? ? ? '

Listening to his mentor's incoherent words, Char immediately confirmed his suspicion just now that this mentor is indeed abnormal.

He suddenly felt strong doubts about whether his apprenticeship could be passed smoothly.

'Academy sure the guy in there can teach students? '

In a daze, Charl seemed to have seen his gray-haired self still wearing an apprentice costume in his later years: "Maybe I will be an apprentice for the rest of my life..."

He is not the only one facing troubles like this.

At this moment, looking at the middle-aged male mentor who is wearing women's clothing on the left side and wearing men's clothing on the right side, ignoring himself and applying lipstick on his own, Saya is also worried about his future; "This family fire is not normal. , can I really become a teacher? '

In a certain laboratory, a five or six-year-old boy saw an old man with only three or two withered yellow hairs on his head not far away, and a somewhat crazy face, walking towards him with a syringe, and swallowed it involuntarily. Swallowing, trying to use the charm of language to solve the predicament in front of him: "Teacher, I don't think you need to be so anxious. It's not too late to do experiments and so on..."

I saw a ghostly smile on the other party's thin face, and said with a hoarse smile: "Jie Jie Jie... don't be afraid, dedicating oneself to the experiment is a process that every great wizard has to go through, I just help you advance... "

Slightly sniffling the snot, sucking it back into his nose, the little boy forced a smile on his face and said, "That's okay, I think I'm still young so I don't need to be so anxious."

"Humph!"

The old man made a casual move, held him in his hand and said decisively: "You have no right to refuse!"

Then directly under the despairing eyes of the other party, he injected the tube of cloudy gray-black liquid into the other party's body.

Just on the first day, facing the severe beatings in reality, most wizard apprentices doubted their future...

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Three years later, the No. 20 year Orshaga arrived in this world.

In the Academy of Silent Hearts, Olshaga was wearing a red dress similar to a suit, sitting on a soft seat, crossing her legs leisurely, and said to the young male wizard about 30 years old in front of her: "I like it very much. You invented the activation spell, so I want to buy its knowledge from you."

Looking at Olshaga's casual attitude, the young wizard frowned slightly. He felt that he was not respected as a talented wizard with a reputation outside. After thinking about his strength at the peak level, he decided not to pursue this issue for the time being. .

However, having said that, in his opinion, wanting to buy his own witchcraft cannot be so insincere, so he said proudly: "Since I have just researched that spell, I am not going to prepare it for the time being." For sale, if you really need it, please wait for a while until I thoroughly research it."

Orshaga didn't care about his evasion, and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if I don't study it clearly, I just need the general idea of ​​it."

Looking at Olsaga, who was determined not to give up until he reached his goal, the other party frowned after thinking for a while: "...Let me just say it directly, in fact, I don't want to sell that spell right now, so please go back .”

Facing his direct refusal, Olshaga looked directly at the other person's face, seeing the undisguised pride on his face, Olshaga chuckled involuntarily; "You don't seem to understand own position."

Before the other party could understand her words, Olshaga casually raised a hand and slapped lightly.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by an extremely clear slap, the opponent's body was immediately lifted into the air by an irresistible force, and he spun ten times in the air.

When he fell to the ground, his feet were still in the position just now, and even the footprints coincided perfectly without any deviation.

Seeing the dizzy and involuntary opponent kneeling on the ground, Orsaga sat on a chair and looked down at the opponent's eyes, and said calmly: "I'll give you another chance to organize your words, and answer my question again. previous issues."

Swallowing the blood froth in his mouth, through the eyes of the other party, the young wizard felt the crisis of life and death.

Sweat came out of his forehead automatically, and a charming smile hung on his swollen face: "I didn't express my meaning clearly just now. I really don't plan to sell this witchcraft. After all, how dare I take your money? Sending it directly to you represents my little love for you.'

Olshaga nodded in satisfaction: "Very good."

Chapter 50: The boring life

If he hadn't signed a contract with this academy and stayed here for 20 years, his mentality would have become much calmer.

The violence factor has plummeted.

Putting it into the bottomless abyss, he would not have any idea of ​​fair trade with the weak at all.

Transactions can only be made with the existence of the same person, and the weak are not qualified to negotiate conditions.

After all, creatures like demons have always wanted something, and they have to get it by themselves.

Now that he can suppress his own nature and communicate calmly with the weak, in Olshaga's opinion, he has enough to give him face.

If the other party still can't see the situation clearly, he will no longer stick to the formality, and will choose to use the simplest way to teach the other party the truth of the jungle.

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He ignored the swollen face and respectfully sent him away.

As Orshaga wandered the streets, she began to focus on the witchcraft.

To be honest, the content of this witchcraft is not very advanced in Orshaga's view, and it is barely at the level. It is not a perfect work at all. It is rough and mixed with many unnecessary things, but What he needs is not those so-called 'esoteric knowledge', but more basic ideas or ideas.

For him, this is a guiding stone that can point him in a direction.