――In this world, there is a group of people called magicians. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In pursuit of the unknown thing called 'truth'.,Exploring and learning in the research room day and night.,Living the life of a miserable otaku who can't find a girlfriend.,It's such a group of guys.。

But even such a group of guys occasionally go out in the sun.

For the sake of pit harm.. Look for more young people to be partners in the truth. Every once in a while, they would send out fellows called 'Messengers of the Academy of Magic' to send those arrogant envoys to each town to spread the cult ideology.

The ultimate goal is to try to transform those outstanding young people who can grow into down-to-earth and hard-working, honestly supporting everyone by farming, into unpaid hard labor that runs around all day long, like a neurotic.

It was a creature called the Magic Apprentice.

What is even more surprising is that in the common values of the other world, becoming a poor creature like a 'magic apprentice' with no holidays at all is something to envy.

But if you think about it carefully, it's a matter of course.

Because the magicians are the ones who don't know what to say about "meditation is to connect the elements with oneself". And this just says something.

In my original world, this group was affectionately called: "Middle Two Diseases".

It is only as the magicians of the second disease that they can influence more people to embark on the name of [middle two.. No, magic].

The specific difference between [Magician] and [Secondary 2 Disease] is that their minds are basically stuck in the second year of junior high school, but magicians can realize those shameful things that are so high that the second degree is outrageously high in reality.

For example, the spell is obviously "Laguna's" small fireball technique.

In the mouths of different magicians, this incantation is mostly extended to something like: "The god of fire will come down to the world and let the unending wrath envelop all evil, and justice will not speak for itself, palapala...... Laguna".

Such a group of poor children.

And the reason why I want to be such a black mage is because I am now stopped by those doglegs who are sick in the middle and second.

"You see, illiterate country guy, this building has the words [Magicians Association] hanging on it. Do you know what the 'Magicians' Guild is?, a guy like you who doesn't even have a badge should go across the side and beg."

Something chubby, in a loose robe, said that to me.

But then again, the Wizards' Association is obviously just six words, this idiot who died early.

Looking in the direction of his sensual fingers, it was an old, medieval European-style building called the [Warrior Guild], which had fallen off half of the signs that had fallen off its hanging signs.

And this fat man is also true, there are indeed many guys there begging in front of the [Warrior Guild].

They were all dressed in shabby linen clothes with a few big holes, most of them with some scars on their bodies, but they were not disabled. They had a dirty rice bowl with a missing mouth in front of them, and occasionally covered their facial features with a masked cloth, and some of them were limp in the corner.

But it's clear that this fat guy didn't grasp the substance, so I guess he's been a single dog for the rest of his life.

Although it looked like the shabby guys were begging.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that they are all strong guys, and it is impossible for a guy with this physique not to have enough to eat.

Therefore, they are not mere beggars, nor are they worthy of pity.

If we want to find out why there is such a group of beggars, we have to tell another story.

"Yo, Aeshuin, how did you get to the Wizards' Guild? Oh, that adventurer--I won't tell you more, I'm going to work first, I've heard that there have been a lot of beautiful female adventurers lately, and it seems ......."

Just as I was about to contradict the poor fat man, I suddenly felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

If you look closely, it is a small figure with a bandage around his neck, named Marciu.

He is a thief of Joseph's predecessor adventure group, and some time ago he fell from a high altitude due to something and suffered a severe sprain in the neck.

However, this hard-fated boy still didn't end his meaningless life in the end.

Ever since that day in the adventurer's camp, I've seen this guy dying under the Holy Light treatment of the priest's sister saying: I, I'm not going to die like this, I'm going to be the man who wants to be the king of voyeurism, and I'm going to peek at more female adventurers taking a bath!!

At that time, I felt that this friend was settled.

Although he was eventually stepped on by the priest's sister and spat in disgust, he did not die after all.

"It seems that there will be a bloody storm here after all. ””

We said this handsome line in unison and gave each other a thumbs up as a sign of encouragement.

Although I have said it, I have to repeat it again, they are not worthy, worthy, acceptable, pitiful, family, or guy.

After saying this handsome line like a code, I watched as Marthieu walked to the alley behind the [Warrior Guild], but after a few dozen seconds, the new members of the dirty beggars walked there.

"Look at it, poor fat man, the real wise men are strong men who don't care about the eyes of the world!"

I motioned for the fat janitor of the Wizards' Guild to take a closer look at the group of beggars.

They are usually chatting with each other, and every time those female warriors with hot bodies walk towards professional adventurers, they will fall down and moan inexplicably.

"Oh, oh, oh, that's good, it's white."

"The white one".

"Oh, that's good, it's black."

"It's black."

"Oh oh oh!! this, this, is this ...... No, no, no, no, no ?!!".

"No....poof".

The end result, as we just said, can be described as a river of blood.

In the shocked eyes of the fat doorman, I looked at his unwilling eyes mockingly, and just looked at the beggars.

As far as the eye can see, the blood that constantly overflows from the nostrils and corners of the beggars' mouths is even comparable to a tragic battle, which is completely worthy of the code "There will be a bloody storm here".

Well.. Adventurers in this town are fine.

"How could this be.. How do you, how do you know this, and where are you sacred!".

After seeing this scene, after standing in shock for a long time, the fat doorman knelt down unwillingly.

"The name of my generation is not worthy of an inferior existence like you. But if you let me in, I'll introduce you to the leaders of the beggars, and be able to be one of them without queuing! ”

Looking at the fat doorman who had been completely defeated in my mental offensive, I pretended to say this.

Quietly watching him bow his head and ponder, the humiliated appearance of gritting his teeth made him almost crazy. I didn't expect the temptation to make someone a pervert so powerful.

"But, damn it, I didn't expect that as the incarnation of the Heaven Destroying Evil Dragon, I couldn't resist the temptation of the demon—!!"

I just watched the fat doorman hanging from the floor, not knowing what to say.

I don't know if it's time to complain about that crazy title first, or if I should think about why the temptation of demons is such a cheap thing, it's really pitiful, the temptation of those demons is so cheap.

"So, the incarnation of the stupid Heaven Destroying Evil Dragon, what is your choice?!".

Now that the victory is in hand, I'm ready to give it the final blow.

"No, no, I can't let you in-!"

The fat doorman wept bitterly and wailed so inhumanely.