Alice and Gabriel have no master, they are too young to see the world, and they don't know how to deal with this mess.

"The soldiers in Famagus City are all very good at what they do, and if the matter is revealed, we will definitely be arrested and put in prison."

"No, Gabriel, you're thinking too simply. This is a second-level magician, and he is also a magical genius, once the news of his death is announced, the people of the Magic Guild will personally come out. ”

"Will we be sentenced to death?"

"Definitely."

"It's not fair, he did it first, we're just defending ourselves."

"Don't be naïve, he's a magician, and what are you? You're just a lowly servant. Even I'm just a magic apprentice from a remote town, and those big people don't care who is right and who is wrong. The status of this world determines that a qiē can slaughter civilians, but civilians cannot harm mages, because the power is in the hands of the magic guild and the magic academy, they are the makers of the rules, as for those laws, they are just decorations. ”

Wei Liang saw that they were at a loss, and said with relief: "Don't be so pessimistic, one person does things and one person is responsible, he was killed by me, and it has nothing to do with you." ”

The argument came to an abrupt end, and the two looked at Wei Liang in unison.

"Master Magician, are you ......" Gabriel was speechless with excitement. In his opinion, this is a big deal, but the other party is so calm and quietly resists all the responsibility, as if he is only facing a trivial matter that is not to be worried about. He finally understood what a real man was, and what real courage was.

"Gabriel, you are still young, you have a chance, and I hope you can have good luck in Famagus." Wei Liang smiled, turned his gaze to Alice again, and said, "I also wish you success in entering St. Byron." ”

He spread his cicada wings, and his figure flashed and disappeared into the sky.

Gabriel muttered, "What happened to the magician?" ”

"He doesn't want to implicate us."

"So what are we going to do?"

"Let's go into town, tomorrow is St. Byron's day of admissions."

The two rode flaming eagles and sailed towards the majestic city of Famagus.

At the same time, Wei Liang floated around in the sky like a patrolling falcon. The reason why he left was for another reason, the robber boy tasted the sweetness and wanted to try again.

After a while, he intercepted another magician, who was still a teenager. That kind of white-bearded old man Wei Liang didn't dare to provoke, maybe he was a great mage, but the young man was fine. This is different from the Xiuzhen world, the strength can be roughly seen from the appearance, the younger you are, the weaker you are, this is basically not wrong.

This boy is also a second-level magician, living in the distant city of Odin, because of St. Byron's recruitment, rushed all the way over, originally looking for a hotel to rest for the night, but met a gentle robber. After a moment of fighting, he understood that he was not an opponent, and obediently admitted it, saying that in addition to his life, he could hand it over.

It's a pity that he didn't have the Ziyao Magic Stone, Wei Liang was very disappointed, but he didn't kill anyone, but just snatched his magic robe and wand. Wei Liang didn't have any purpose, just curious about these items, so he put them in a storage bag and stored them.

Then he met a third-level magician, and the two fought fiercely for a long time, and it was difficult to distinguish between them. Wei Liang is confident that he will kill him, but he will waste a lot of time, unwilling to entangle, and ready to find another target.

"Why are you robbing, my friend?" The third-level magician was a kind person, and he did not resent him for this, but admonished: "You are very skilled, and you have a way to make money, why do you have to sin?" I used to be just like you, selfish and evil, but now I regret that every day before I go to sleep, my inner conscience judges me. Did you know that when we hurt others, we also hurt ourselves? ”

"I don't have any other way." Wei Liang said: "If I don't have enough fifty Ziyao Magic Stones in two days, I will die." ”

"Everybody has a problem, but that doesn't excuse crime." The third-level magician pondered for a moment and said, "I have a good idea. ”

"Tell me about it."

"Tomorrow is the day of enrollment at the St. Byron Academy of Magic, once you become a student, you will be rewarded with a hundred Purple Magic Stones, why don't you try your luck?"

One hundred Philosopher's Stones, a whole thousand Crimson Coins!

Wei Liang suddenly became excited. But after thinking about it, things are not so simple, about St. Byron, Alice accidentally mentioned a few words, it is a magical holy land, ordinary people can't get in if they squeeze their heads, and even mediocre magicians don't want it, only geniuses are recruited there.

His understanding of magic was limited to Harry Potter, not to mention genius, and he felt that he was not even a mediocre talent.

The third-level magician flew away, Wei Liang thought about it, and still planned to continue the robbery.

But his good fortune was over.

More than a dozen soldiers rode griffins and flew over murderously, Wei Liang knew that the matter was exposed, after all, this place was very close to Famagus, and the security system was quite good, and the robbers would never be allowed to make trouble.

He didn't want to challenge the authority of the law enforcers, and whether he could beat it or not was another story, at least it didn't make sense.

As soon as the cicada's wings spread, he fled quickly. Speed was his strong point, far from being comparable to the griffin, and he disappeared after a while.

The soldier chased for twenty miles, and when he saw that he was chasing farther and farther, he went back in a bad mood.

It was already dark, and this place was a suburb, sparsely populated, Wei Liang waited for two hours before he saw three people, two of them were civilians, there were definitely no philosopher's stones, and one was a long-bearded old man, wearing a high magic hat and a holy white badge on his chest. Wei Liang knew that the badge represented the strength of the magician, for example, the second-level magician badge was yellow, and the third-level magician badge was blue, as for what level the white badge represented, he was not clear. But his intuition told him that this old man was terrible, and it was better not to provoke him.

The white-bearded old man rode a strange mount, an equally old elk with dense and long hair, an ape face, bird feet, and four horns on its head, similar to the strange beasts depicted in the Book of Mountains and Seas.

Out of vigilance, Wei Liang hid far away.

But the white-bearded old man seemed to recognize him and flew straight over.

Wei Liang's proud speed advantage was ineffective, and the elk only took one step, crossed the distance of tens of millions of meters, and stood indifferently in front of him.

He had no choice but to confront it. The elk's gaze was very calm, like an old man with vicissitudes of life, full of wisdom and profundity, and after looking at each other for a moment, Wei Liang couldn't help but lower his head.

He asked, "Sir, is there anything wrong with you?" ”

The white-bearded old man was very old, at least a hundred years old in appearance, his face was full of cracks like pine bark, but his eyes were bright, purer and brighter than a baby, and he smiled: "Young man, you are from another world. ”

Like the little Taoist, the white-bearded old man is also as wise as a torch. This is not a secret, Wei Liang nodded, it was an acknowledgement.

"You're a monk?" The white-bearded old man said: "Those pair of fiery red cicada wings have the breath of Taoism. ”

Wei Liang was shocked.

It is not surprising that the identity of the traverser can be seen, after all, the outsider is incompatible with this world, and he can fool the low, but he can't fool the master. But as a native of the wizarding world, it is very strange that he knows monks and Taoism.

Who is the old man sacred?

"Don't be surprised." The white-bearded old man saw through his thoughts and explained, "When I was young, I went to the cultivation world, where the people were so strong that I almost died. ”

Wei Liang was even more shocked and asked, "How can you cross the plane?" ”

The white-bearded old man said, "I know some space spells, which can break the barriers of the world." ”

His expression was calm, his tone was not high, and he looked extremely low-key.

But Wei Liang understands how difficult it is to break the barriers of the world, and it needs strong strength to back it up. This old man is at least at the same level as Yin Wuya!

Wei Liang's expression changed and he asked, "So, what do you want to do?" ”

He has done something wrong, so he is naturally worried that the ghost will knock on the door, maybe this old man is here to seek revenge.

The white-bearded old man saw that he was like a great enemy, and said kindly: "Don't be nervous, young man, I am not hostile, but I am curious, how did you break the barriers of the world with such a weak strength?" ”

Wei Liang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was teleported by a big man. ”

The white-bearded old man smiled and said, "What is your motive?" ”

"Don't worry, I'm not a spy or a terrorist, I'm just getting a few Purple Magic Stones, that's my mission." Wei Liang said this honestly, he didn't dare to lie at all, lying in front of such a master with eyes and hands is tantamount to looking for death.

The white-bearded old man looked at him, smiled as mysteriously as the Mona Lisa, and said, "Why don't you try your luck in St. Byron?" Once you pass the guò assessment, you will receive a hundred Purple Magic Stones. ”

Wei Liang stretched out his hands helplessly and said, "I have self-knowledge, and if I go, I will go in vain." ”

The elk took one step and disappeared in an instant, and the sound of the white-bearded old man echoed all around.

"Not necessarily."