I'm not a magician

East Town in early summer was gray and gray. This year happened to be the dry season. The southeast of Saint-Terry Empire hadn’t seen a drop of rain for two or three months. The weeds on the roadside were wilted by the sun. When the wind blows, it will roll up the dust all over the sky.

As soon as Ji Chi walked out of the narrow and dilapidated teleportation array, he was choked by the dust that hit his face and coughed several times.

He wrapped the gray scarf hanging around his neck around his face to slightly cover the pervasive sand and dust.

The sand and dust in East Town are different from those in the Flen Desert. The sand and dust here are denser and lighter, like a gray mist, which stains the surrounding environment with a dark filter.

Ji Chi moved the linen backpack on his back into his arms, and walked forward, looking at this barren and gloomy town calmly.

There are not many people coming and going in the town, and they are all dressed in dusty clothes like Ji Chi, and decent people will wrap their heads and faces with scarves to cover the choking dust.As for most of them, even their clothes are full of patches, they can only let the dust cover their thin faces, forming a dying appearance.

Ji Chi lowered his eyes, buried half of his too fair cheeks in a thin scarf, and walked along the most spacious street in the town.

It should be because of the college test. In just a few days, the originally lifeless town has been injected with many immature faces. They came from more remote countryside, clutching the worn-out bundle bags uneasily, with cautious and timid expressions.

When the residents of the town see such children, they will cast a look of boredom—they can hardly squeeze anything out of them to give back to the town, but they will attract some thieves and robbers who will not spare the mosquitoes, making the law and order here It's getting messier and worse.

However, under the boredom on his face, there is also envy that can't be hidden... The children who can take the test are all professional talents, as long as they can be admitted to any college, the future will be smooth and bright.

If one is lucky enough to be favored by the gods, to be invited by the Battle Academy, and to successfully pass the occupational classification test, it will be like ascending to the sky, and the future is limitless.

They fantasized in their hearts, and their eyes could not help but drift to a magical building rising from the ground on the edge of the town.At the top of the building's high dome, the sacred and solemn emblem of the Battle College pierced the grayness prominently, shining in the sun.

Ji Chi's destination is the test hall of the Battle Academy. As a tester of the Weapon Academy, he needs to verify his identity at the registration office at the entrance of the hall in advance and receive a test badge before he can participate in the test of the weapon master two days later.

The place where the test hall is located is an abandoned farm with a flat and wide ground. All the temporary test halls of the colleges are built on it, forming a group of magical buildings with different styles. This is something that can only be seen once a year in the small town of East ceremony.

When Ji Chi arrived near the auditorium of Battle Academy, there were already many teenagers and girls shuttling between the auditoriums of each academy, carefully holding a letter in their hands, their faces full of tension and anticipation.

When they passed by the badge of the Battle Academy, they couldn't help but look up at it deeply, engraving the symbol of that pinnacle deep in their minds.

This also made Ji Chi receive a lot of envious and jealous eyes when he stepped into the test hall. Those who are qualified to step there, no matter what the test results are, are worth showing off.

The layout of the test hall is a bit like a low-profile version of the college auditorium, but there are a few more floors. The first floor is used for registration and consultation of testers.From the second floor up is the test examination room, where seven occupations are tested in turn within seven days.

Ji Chi arrived at the wrong time. There was already a long queue at the registration office in the auditorium, and testers from several professions were lining up in an orderly manner.

He looked at the time hesitantly, sighed softly, and walked to the back of the line, behind a thin young man. While taking out a book of equipment from his backpack to look through, he patiently waited for the line to move forward quickly. .

A lot of people gathered in the hall of the hall, but it was very quiet. The group of half-grown children aged 16 to 18 had already put away their usual freshness. There were bursts of conversation coming from the front.

Ji Chi didn't feel so nervous. He was immersed in the classics, and he didn't feel that time was passing by.

But when it was about to be his turn, a low exclamation broke his thoughts. Ji Chi raised his eyes and looked at the frightened little boy in front of him.

The young boy had an old wooden bow on his back, and a patched package hung on his right shoulder. He was turning his body sideways, frantically rummaging through the package.

In front of the young boy was a young girl who was taller than him. She had a very similar face to the young boy, and she was also carrying a wooden bow of a similar style.

She turned around and leaned in front of the little boy to watch him rummaging through the package, her tone could not hide her anxiety: "Hurry up! We will be here soon! Where did you put the gold coins?"

The little boy's rummaging movements became more and more violent, and some bits and pieces of small items were brought out by his movements and scattered all over the floor: "I put it in the package, and I put it at the bottom specially, wait a minute, I must not have turned to—"

As the little boy was talking, he suddenly stopped all his movements. He stood there dumbfounded, letting a string of shiny things slide out from the edge of the package and fall to the ground.

The girl waited for a while, but before he took out the gold coin, she frowned and pushed his shoulder: "What are you doing in a daze, take it out quickly..."

The girl also paused, her eyes fixed on the bottom of the package.

At this time, the boy had already reached his arm into the deepest part of the package, where there was a palm-sized opening that let in the wind, and the boy's hand passed through it effortlessly, exposing it to the air outside the package.

The edge of the slit is very smooth, and it can be seen that it was cut open with a sharp weapon. As for where the gold coins in the package are now, one can guess without much thought.

The teenagers in the team all noticed the situation here, and there was a sympathy in their eyes, but their fingers tightly clenched the purse hidden next to their body, watching indifferently.

The people who can appear here are not too rich. They even worked hard to scrape together their own registration fees, so of course they don't have the energy to give a helping hand.

The girl opened her mouth, her eyes quickly turned red, she grabbed her brother's arm suddenly, and said angrily: "Look for it again quickly! This hole, this hole must be scratched by a branch! That is something that must not be thrown away! "

In desperation, the girl failed to control the volume, and her sharp voice broke the silence of the auditorium.

The magician in charge of registration in front of them looked up and glared at them, and shouted sharply: "What are you arguing about? Get out!"

The few people sitting next to him were also wearing the student robes of the Magic Academy, and couldn't help but roll their eyes.

They are the children of several viscounts. They heard that the king sent the eldest prince to East Town to provide generous board and lodging assistance to the civilian testers on behalf of the royal family, so they grabbed the appointment and came here to serve as manpower during the maintenance test. order.

However, they have been in the town for several days, they have not even seen the cloak of the eldest prince, and they have to surrender their status to work for a group of civilian slaves every day. good face.

Knowing that she had lost her composure, the girl tightly pursed her lower lip, bowed and apologized to them repeatedly, until the expressions of those magicians turned pale, she straightened her sore waist, turned to look at her younger brother, her eyes were full of pleading inquiries .

The little boy avoided her gaze, lowered his head and shook slightly, his thin body was trembling constantly, big drops of tears fell on the ground, and a dark stain of water bloomed on the carpet.

Seeing this, a magician with his chest folded and watching the show laughed mockingly, and ordered in a drawn out voice: "Hey, that person behind, quickly pick up the things that fell on the ground for me, don't make this place dirty."

The items dropped by the little boy were all clothes and small tools, which would not stain the carpet at all.The magician did not hide the disgust and malice in his tone when he said this. This was not only for the young boy, but also for all the civilians present.

The teenagers in the team were breathing heavily, and their eyes were burning with anger, but they didn't dare to say a word, and they didn't dare to raise their heads to show their eyes. A wordless depression spread in the hall.

The little boy bit his lips until they turned white. He raised his hand and wiped his face fiercely, then squatted down and quickly put the scattered items on the ground back into the package.

Taking advantage of the movement of standing up, he sobbed softly, raised his heels to move forward, pulled his sister's sleeves and bowed his head in silence, tears pattering down his arms.

The sadness in her sister's eyes turned into distress. She raised her rough hand and gently stroked his soft hair: "Let's think of a way..."

Ji Chi followed them calmly, and also took a few steps forward. Suddenly, he felt that he had stepped on something. He moved his toes away and saw a silver nameplate with blackened edges, with his name engraved in the center. The part of it is still shiny, as if it has been rubbed many times.

When he leaned over to pick up the nameplate, it was the turn of the siblings in front of him.

The magician sitting behind the long table raised his eyes to look at them, took the letter, and asked casually, "Name and identity."

"Kelly and Kevin, the identities are..." Kelly hesitated, and whispered, "Civilian."

As soon as the words were finished, an inconspicuous magic circle beside the long table suddenly flashed a dazzling red light, and a trace of panic flashed across Kaili's face.

The magician in the registration stopped his movements and looked up, sneered, and asked unceremoniously: "Where did you lie, the name? Or—identity?"

He glanced down at the faintly visible magic brand on the cuffs of the siblings, which was a unique symbol of slaves.

Kelly clenched her fists and argued in a low voice, "We were sold into slavery... But doesn't Battle Academy care about our background?"

Indeed, in the registration process, there was no need to ask for identity. This was added by the magician selfishly, just to screen out people with a lower level.

The magician sneered, and immediately picked up the handkerchief beside him to wipe his hands, away from the verified letter: "That's right, but it's still necessary to ask, otherwise you won't know when it gets dirty. "

Ignoring the angry eyes of the siblings, he took out two coats of arms from under the table, engraved their messages with magic with a look of disgust, and said without raising his head: "This time I won't care about you, the two gold coins quickly Hand it in, don't give it to me, just put it on the corner of the table."

Compared with other academies, which often charge tens of gold coins for registration fees, Combat Academy does not need to rely on this to make a profit. It only charges a symbolic gold coin per person. Although it is still a bit expensive for some people, it is still affordable. rise.

Kelly was silent for a while, and begged with difficulty: "Can you give me some more time... Our purse was stolen, and we really can't afford that much money now, I promise to hand it over to you before the test results are released." Is it?"

The magician stopped the magic in his hands, and looked up at them in disbelief: "What are you talking about? Why are you here if you can't get the registration fee?"

He glanced up and down at the siblings impatiently: "Do you think Battle Academy is a broken tavern in your village, and you can pay on credit if you want?"

He picked up the letter with two fingers, and threw it forward on the ground: "If you don't have any money, get out, waste my time—"

Kevin picked up the letter with red eyes. Just as he was about to pass his sister and continue to plead, he heard a voice behind him.

"I'll hand it over for them." Ji Chi stepped forward, looked down at the magician in front of him, raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I said, why is this idiot so familiar, so it's you, senior."

The person in front of him was the senior student who sarcastically satirized St. Keli before, and was given a bottle of potion to replenish his brain.

The magician saw that Ji Chi was stunned for a long time, and he didn't even notice that he was being scolded. He stammered and trembled, "You, why are you here?"

Ji Chi saw the shock and fear in his eyes clearly, and smiled maliciously: "Why is senior's brain getting better and better? What can I do here, of course I'm here to test."

Test a fart!Didn't you enroll early?

The magician smacked his lips a few times, furious at being scolded, but he didn't dare to do anything to Ji Chi, and could only stare at his letter with hatred.

So, when he saw the equipment engineer test information above, he was numb. If he remembered correctly, Ji Chi already had three professions. Does this arrogant guy really want to get involved in all professions? !

The complaints in the magician's mind continued, and he stared at the letter for a long time without knowing it.

Ji Chi took out three gold coins, twirled them around at his fingertips, put them back into his pocket in front of him, and said like a robber: "Hurry up, time is money, you have already wasted my three gold coins, sign up You can just pay it directly, remember not to owe the academy on credit."

The words he said hit him in the face like a boomerang, and the magician felt his face was hot. He swallowed the humiliation with difficulty, lowered his head and finished the three coats of arms as quickly as possible, and hurriedly handed them to Ji Chi.

The magicians beside him also seemed to shrink back a lot, huddling in place like a few quails. Of course, they had heard a lot about Ji Chi's deeds, from his perverted talent to the big shots around him, even He is still a commoner, but no one dares to provoke him.

Ji Chi glanced at them with a half-smile, took the coat of arms, took out his share, and handed the other two shares to the stunned siblings. Between the two coats of arms, an inconspicuous nameplate was sandwiched between them. There.

"Remember to put away the important things carefully next time, and don't lose them again." Ji Chi said lightly, "Oh, and the most important point, don't beg for such stupid things. If you encounter this situation again next time, Find a carrier pigeon to explain the situation to the academy, and the academy will definitely handle it as appropriate."

Ji Chi glanced sideways at the sorcerers with ugly faces. With his special case alone, it is absolutely difficult to change the thinking of such people. If they want to make them truly respect and fear a person, they can only stand at a much higher level. place.

He raised his voice a little, not just to remind the siblings in front of him: "The Combat Academy doesn't look at your background, it only speaks on your strength. I hope you can pass the test and improve yourself in the academy, and then...if anyone doesn't like it, just tell me Let's do it."

As he spoke, he meaningfully glanced in the direction of the group of magicians, which made their scalps explode.

Kevin reached out his hand to take the coat of arms dully, nodded his head heavily, his eyes turned red when he saw the nameplate that fell out of it, and he almost shed tears. The boy is gone.

In the huge auditorium, the remaining boys and girls who lined up were no longer afraid. Their eyes were full of light, their chests were puffed up, and their pupils burning with fighting intent were staring straight ahead.

With such hope and confidence, they will undoubtedly perform well in the next test, and then pass this pride to the next person who is in inferiority complex, until this group completely stands up from the quagmire.