A young man lay quietly on the ground, staring blankly at the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

His body emitted a blue light: it was the effect of healing magic.

The young man was covered in bruises, as if he had been severely beaten, a few knife wounds that did not hurt the vital point, still bleeding, under the effect of magic, the wounds recovered quickly, but there was still piercing blood on the ground, no one saw this scene, this was the deepest part of a dead end.

There are a few houses here, but they have not been inhabited for a long time, and the surrounding buildings block out the sunlight and dim the already quiet alleys, where there are often various events and no one cares what happens in the alleys where no one is aware.

But he heard footsteps.

"You look miserable, do you want help?"

Ah, it was those guys, he didn't look closely, because there was no need, such a familiar voice, it was definitely them.

"No, I can handle it myself. "There's a kind of you standing up and talking. ”

The young man smiled, "Look at me now, do I look like I can stand up?" A burst of green light stopped his words, the bruises on his body quickly subsided and the wound scabbed over, and his strength also recovered, he stood up all of a sudden, looked at the few people in front of him, and sure enough, it was them, "This is the third time this year, and it's not a shame to ask someone to help." "Ah, anyway, thank you. ”

"You've changed a lot, George Bernard Shaw. "People always change. ”

Eight years, a lot has happened.

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"Thank you so much, even though the wound hasn't healed. George Bernard Shaw looked at the scar on his shoulder, "but it should heal soon." ”

"So, how do you explain it, just over half a year, you've been beaten a total of three times. ”

Several people sat around the round table, looking at him very embarrassed, "Are you still going to make up a random reason?" "No, I'm going to tell you. ”

On the street, from time to time, someone quietly looked over, this guy who had just been beaten had not changed his clothes, his body was still stained with blood, and the long scar under the tear of his clothes also attracted a lot of attention, passers-by did not point and point, nor did they surround themselves, but their eyes were pretending to glance inadvertently.

"I'm not going to make it up this time. ”

He exhaled deeply, as if he had let go of something, and his expression was much lighter.

"You're a respectable fellow, Albert, and so are you, Paxson, I've kept this story in my heart, and since you want to know, I'll tell you that you've helped me a lot. ”

"Well, we also want to know why you are like this. ”

"That's not something to remember. ”

George Bernard Shaw, twenty years old this year, the beginning of it all, is a long time ago.

From the time he was only three years old, the aristocratic education began, and the other children were still laughing and playing to their heart's content, and he had to stay in the family study and listen to the dogmatic and rigid etiquette.

He didn't dare to play with other children.

George Bernard Shaw tried to do that, and the consequences were somewhat severe.

The territory belonging to their family is so large that it is not far as the eye can see, it is a land rich in water and grass.

In this territory, the grain always grows well and big, and at the time of the autumn harvest, the golden wheat fields are swaying in the wind, and the farmers are singing together to collect their fruits, and the leaves are withered, and the plants are withered, but they are full of life, and he remembers very well that it was when he was five years old, and he wanted to go out and play with other children, and the family house at that time was preparing a feast to celebrate the harvest year.

No one cares about a child who doesn't understand anything, and people care more about the three mature and sensible brothers.

So, he managed to run out the back door.

The main source of the economy of the territory was a winery belonging to George Bernard Shaw's father, which produced fine wines, and several large workshops that produced cotton, wool, and leather products, which brought the family abundant capital and financial resources, and he did not look down on the benefits of taking away the little grain from the farmer, so the people lived easily.

Because of this, the children of the commoners were also able to play happily, and he soon found children who were willing to play with him.

Then his aristocratic etiquette teacher came running and took him back to the house, and beat him with a very hard wooden stick twenty times, and from then on he did not dare to go out to play again, and all his education told him that those people were nothing more than pariahs.

He had no vacation, no time to play, and his childlike nature was completely wiped out.

In fact, the larger the family, the higher the requirements for the next generation, George Bernard Shaw was sensible very early in his almost oppressive learning, and from the age of seven, he understood one thing: his brothers wanted to fight for inheritance.

He couldn't compete with his brother at all.

A long time ago, he figured it out: his future trajectory was fixed.

When the victor is born, he will at most bear the name of a nobleman, get a decent house, get some land, and use it as a good ornament, but until then, his brothers will probably do whatever it takes to eliminate the possibility of him from participating in the competition, and if he wants to live long, he will have to make himself look harmless.

So, at the age of eight and a half, he learned to disguise.

He knew that he was already an ornament, and in order to maintain the little pride he had, he called everyone who was not a nobleman a pariah, constantly hypnotizing himself, not wanting to face the truth.

He was then detected with the talent of a wizard and came to Avaranga.

He was hopeful that he was finally free.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

In his family's eyes, there was a huge stake here, and in this emerging country, there was a lot of wealth at their fingertips, but they needed a springboard, a wizard under their control.

Then they set their sights on him: the citizens of the wizarding country [in the wizarding country, only citizens have the right to live], and all the perfect rights [the right to recommend people to become one of the citizens], as long as they sell the goods produced in the family through his hands, and then use the money to buy practical magic items and transport them back, they can make enough profits to make people crazy.

As for the church that regards wizards as hereticals?

So his family is constantly putting pressure on him.

This has led to the current situation.