Chapter Seventy-Eight: Patrol in the Shadows

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In front of a small two-story building that was completely covered with tiles that could illuminate people's faces, two people walked in, one old and one young, who were not very outstanding, like people who swept them, indicating the identity of a magician.

This identity, placed on ordinary occasions, is still extremely brilliant compared to ordinary people, but in the occasion of this special building in front of the two of them, it is indeed much more cold, and even if you want to step into this door, you are barely enough to enter the passing line qualifications.

The two pairs of eyes slightly glanced at the golden door plaque, and the large characters of the xx magic branch emitted a dazzling brilliance, and the eyes of the old man and the young man suddenly became dim.

Just as he was about to step in, the door that suddenly lit up was unceremoniously pushed open, and a man of about thirty years old, dressed in a second-order magician costume, walked out helplessly, looking at his bitter and sad expression, he must have encountered something particularly unpleasant!

"Brother, is this magician shop open?" Zihong grabbed and walked past the colleague with a displeased expression.

The man was encountering something unpleasant, and was suddenly pulled by an outsider, and the evil fire suddenly came out, and he shook off Zihong's hand holding him, and was about to lash out at him, when his eyes scanned the two of them, he suddenly calmed down, and then his face showed obvious schadenfreude.

"You are also registered in this magician's shop, I tell you to leave as soon as possible, so as not to be looked down upon by others, Lao Tzu ......" This big-mouthed desire to pour out all the bitter water in his stomach, as if he remembered something, he said half of the bad words, carefully looked back at the magician's line, and after seeing that there was no one, he carefully stopped the two of them Zihong and walked to the bend of an intersection in front of them, and described in detail the treatment he had just entered in the line.

Listening to these exact information from the bottom, Ying Ji, who had changed his outfit, suddenly twitched, his expression changed violently and cold, with a hint of redness, as if he had been slapped in the face.

As the leader of the Imperial Sorcerer Circle, under his daily governance, he never imagined that those who usually reported their performance were all deceiving him, and it turned out that this was the real dark life of the people at the bottom, and their behavior was so unsightly.

Looking at the flush on the old man's face, after this person described his non-painful treatment, as if venting the stuffiness in his chest, he let out a long breath of depression, and his casual eyes just saw the bright red on the person's face, and said with a smile: " Look at your old man, you are a lot older, and you are still hovering at the strength level of the first order, I am embarrassed to enter it, and tell you that except for the magicians below the third order, you will have to exceed the amount of gold coins several times before you can complete the registration, I advise you to do it yourself, change one, and get better, but the world is as black as a crow, it is difficult!"

Saying that, the man swaggered and left, and the two of them did not make any more moves to stay, as long as they understood some of the situation, the next thing was their personal private interview, no matter how infuriating it sounded, but still, how dark is the current low-level magician.

After learning about the humiliation incident registered by that person, the two of them were also fully prepared psychologically, restrained their aura, safely simulated the breath of ordinary people, walked out of the alley, and walked towards the empty gate where the light escaped and unguarded again, and walked with a heavy heart.......