I am in Douluo, and the female pope uses me as her first love substitute.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed since Tang San's martial spirit awakened.

In Notting City, Old Jack was walking with Tang Shenwang, who was about to start school, while telling Tang San the basic knowledge he knew about soul masters.

Tang San listened boredly, but occasionally when he looked in the direction of Notting College in the distance, a hint of excitement would appear on his face involuntarily.

Tang San: My dear, Xiao Wu, just wait, your San giegie is coming soon!

On the way, an old man and a young child happened to pass by a construction site. The area where the construction site is located can be regarded as the core area of ​​Notting City. The City Lord's Palace, Wuhun Branch Hall, etc. are all nearby.

Old Jack looked at the majestic tall building that was vaguely visible in the center of the construction site. He couldn't help but curiously pulled a passerby and asked:

"What's being built here?"

When Tang San saw Old Jack stop, he had no choice but to stop too. Anyway, for him, no matter whether he was meeting Xiao Wu or meeting a certain Da Shi... he was in no hurry. In his opinion, what was there in the small Notting City? Is it worthy of losing his composure as the mighty Tang Shenwang?

Little did he know, it was Tang San's carelessness at the moment that made certain things self-defeating in the future.

At this time, the passerby who was held by Old Jack immediately let go of Old Jack's rough hand, and then looked at Old Jack up and down, and also looked at Tang San next to him. Seeing the two men in linen clothes, his eyes turned to A little contemptuous.

Tang San:?

Death warning!

"Are you from the countryside? Why don't you even know about the Free Guild?"

The passers-by didn't notice the cold eyes of a certain little loser, and just said to Old Jack with a hint of ridicule.

"Free Guild?"

After hearing this somewhat unfamiliar word, Old Jack glanced at Tang San without revealing any trace, then lowered his attitude and continued to ask:

"I really don't know, can you tell me in detail?"

Seeing this, the passerby stopped mocking him, but he also had no intention of explaining it to Old Jack in detail. He just left a message of "Go and find out for yourself" and left.

Old Jack's face looked a little ugly. After taking a look at the sky, he decided to take Tang San to school first.

The two of them quickly moved on, but before leaving, Tang San's eyes stayed on the construction site for a short while.

Free Guild?

Why doesn't he remember that this thing existed in Notting City in his previous life?

Tang San's eyes condensed slightly, but soon returned to leisurely.

Judging from the name, I guess it was just an amusement park jointly established by a few small nobles. He was not very interested in these in his previous life, so there is no need to think too much...

Anyway, it can't be some newly emerged super power from the mainland.

With this thought and an increasingly excited mood, it didn't take long for Old Jack to lead Tang San to the gate of Notting College.

Then, as expected, he came, he came, and he walked towards Tang Shenwang and Old Jack with steps that he didn't recognize.

He is the young concierge of Notting College.

"Hey! What are you doing? Is this a place where country people like you can come?"

The concierge stopped Old Jack and Tang San with undisguised disdain in his eyes.

Seeing this situation, Tang San's eyes were slightly cold. Originally, because he was anxious to see his precious sister Xiaowu, he had somewhat forgotten about this conflict that would happen at the gate of Notting Academy.

Now, as soon as the concierge jumped out, Tang San's memory instantly became clear.

Good guy, if you delay Xiao Wu and I's first meeting, you've already got a way to die!

At this time, Old Jack had begun to smile apologetically at the concierge.

"This little brother, we are from Saint Soul Village. This child is a work-study student sent by our village this year. Do you think, what procedures do we need to go through?"

When the concierge heard this, he said with a bit of ecstasy: "Can a golden phoenix still emerge from a grass nest? Holy Soul Village... the name is much more domineering than that of Shihun Village, but this village has produced several working-study students in recent years, and even the village chief is well-off. How many years has it been since your Holy Soul Village didn’t exist? I’m afraid this guy is not a fake, right?”

Old Jack was a little annoyed for a moment, but he was still more bitter in his heart.

The concierge was indeed right. Compared to him and his Holy Soul Village, his old friend Old John and his Holy Soul Village were indeed much more prosperous.

Without saying anything, Old Jack took out the certificate issued by Su Yuntao last time and handed it to the concierge.

The concierge took the certificate and looked it up and down. His venomous tongue continued to be used unabated.

"Martial Spirit Blue Silver Grass is also born with full soul power? How funny! This is really the most ridiculous thing in the world. I have been working as a concierge in the academy for four years, and I have never heard of any students who are born with full soul power. This guy's martial arts The soul is Blue Silver Grass, and it can also be full of soul power... I think this certificate from the Spirit Hall must have been forged by you."

"you!"

No matter how good-tempered Old Jack is, he can no longer bear it at this time.

"You are deliberately making things difficult. Okay, you wait, I will go find the deacon of the Wuhun branch. Xiaosan, let's go."

With that said, Old Jack was about to turn around with Tang San.

Seeing Old Jack being so "unreasonable", the concierge, who understood that the certificate issued by Wuhun Branch Hall was not a forgery, was also a little annoyed at the moment, and couldn't help but feel worried.

Why am I so unlucky to meet such an old stubborn man today...

When he first joined the concierge profession, of course he wanted to just be a concierge. However, no matter any profession, there are related unspoken rules. Workers will gradually be affected by the professional environment. After getting used to a set of "rules" His usual behavior became numb.

After all, not everyone can be all-rounded and have a pair of discerning eyes to clearly distinguish the psychological character of the person. Otherwise, what kind of concierge would you be if you have that ability?

At this time, Old Jack pulled Tang San, but failed. He couldn't help but glance at "Little San" in confusion. Seeing his gaze directed towards the back of the academy gate, he followed his gaze.

I saw, at some point, a man of medium build and slightly thin appeared. He looked to be about forty or fifty years old. He had short black hair parted in threes and sevens. He had an ordinary appearance. He had his hands behind his back and his body But he has a special temperament, with a bit of laziness and decadence between his eyes opening and closing.

When the concierge saw Old Jack and Tang San looking past him and behind the gate of Notting Academy, he couldn't help but muttered, "Look, what are you looking at..." He also turned his head slightly as he spoke, his expression quickly taking on a strange color. .

Hey, this "big wet" who not long ago was covered in stinky farts and made a fool of himself in public, was let out so quickly?

The concierge couldn't help but think mockingly, but he still understood that no matter how clowning this guy was, he couldn't afford to offend him, so he put on his trademark flattering smile.