Early in the morning, on the first floor of the small villa in the Belfort District of Bushen City, Wren put down the newspaper in his hand, and on it was the news of the "curtain call" of the Marquis of the Blood Clan.

It was a newspaper he had ordered from the Witcher's Chapter, a weekly magazine for the transcendent or the upper-class.

Recently, his wallet has swelled, and after paying off the 100 gold coins he owed to the association when he bought the equipment, he currently has 940 gold coins, which is roughly equivalent to about 400,000 soft sister coins by rough analogy.

It's a lot of money, and in the Red Witch mission, he was recorded 4 times at once, and got 3 bottles of Natural Spring, plus the 5 bottles that Catherine gave him before leaving, a total of 8 bottles!

He has been working at Baker's Bar for half a month, and only resigned yesterday, and the owner William Baker did not keep him, he knew that the other party was a young man with great potential, and it was impossible to be a bartender all the time.

Wren also set a record when he was the only waiter at Baker's Bar in the past 12 years who didn't leave after being disabled.

At night, Wren took the natural source to cultivate the Qi of the Stars, which was extremely efficient.

In order to maximize the effect of the potion, he took a bottle of Natural Source for 5 days, and now he has reached the middle of the third order, and is about to enter the third order high, and the aura of the stars is released, and the lethality can be maintained within 14 meters!

Once the transcendent is promoted to the third order, as long as it is not a waste or logistics technician, the spiritual energy release is at least more than 5 meters, more than 10 meters is roughly in the third order, more than 15 meters will enter the third order, and more than 20 meters can prepare resources and try to enter the fourth order!

Drinking the milk from the glass, Wren took out a letter of recommendation from the old goat, who heard that he was going to school and wrote it for him, and the old goat knew a certain vice president of Bushen University.

He set off in a small suit and sneakers, closed the bronze art door, and walked to Bushen University, east of the city.

Out of Belfort, the first thing you enter is a shopping street, and there are many street artists in the open spaces on both sides of the street.

There are painters with sketchpads, dancers, red-nosed clowns with colored balls, and bards.

"On the shores of the beautiful lake, under the quiet slopes of the mountains,

The sun shines brightly on Lake Lomond,

I lingered with my beloved girl.

On the shores of that beautiful, enchanting Loch Lomond,

Oh, you will walk the way of the earth, and I will walk the way of the earth,

And I'm going to go back to my hometown of Faroland before you.

We say goodbye to the valley in the shade of greenery,

On the steep, steep shore of Lake Lomond,

We saw the mountains of the highlands shrouded in purple mist,

The moon rises in the twilight of dusk,

I and where my heart belongs can never be together again,

And I'm going to go back to my hometown of Faroland before you.

…………”

A young bard with long silver hair, who looked to be twenty-seven or eighteen years old, was handsome, and had a plump spirit, and sang an old ballad of Faroland in a magnetic voice.

The vicissitudes of singing are moving, full of feelings, many passers-by turn their eyes to him, this city of art, the citizens are quite aesthetic.

Wren was also a little infected, and he couldn't help but think of the stranger he met in White Tower City when he was still Karen.

Although he is not very remarkable, he has a lot of experience, but he still has no home, no lover, and no home.

If he is like duckweed and his life is like a weed, what will happen in the future, and where will he go?

He cleared his throat and sang the ballad of the wanderer:

"To strangers,

I came to a strange place,

Greet everyone with a smile,

Nobody knows me here,

I can laugh to my heart's content,

Crying bitterly,

Because I'm a stranger.

Someone raised his glass,

I smiled and shared with him my joys and sorrows,

It's time for me to go,

I can't stay in one place for too long,

Because I'm a stranger.

Rain or shine......"

The silver-haired young man's expression was surprised, and he took the initiative to come forward to greet him: "Hello, take the liberty of asking, who wrote this poem?" I love it. ”

Wren, who came back to his senses, was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The work of a homeless nameless man, and, I also like the ballad you sang, you are a native of Faroland, right?" ”

The silver-haired young man smiled slightly: "I was born in this country, lived here for many years, and then left for a long time.

When I came back here, I felt like a stranger, and I was at a loss when people gave up tradition and embraced modernity.

I don't understand if the world is getting too fast, or if I'm moving too slowly. ”

Wren sighed slightly, and said softly: "If you don't walk on the road of the public, you will probably be regarded as an outlier."

You give me a special feeling, as if I am in the quiet of the night. ”

The silver-haired young man was a little surprised, and he smiled brightly: "I also think you are very special, as if you are in the starry sky. ”

"Wren Ackerman, please advise!"

"Sidi Guzmán, in addition, I invite you to the cultural salon at the end of each month!" Sidi, a silver-haired young man, handed him an invitation.

Wren hesitated, but still took it, and it read: The back garden of Guzman's house in Belfort District, voucher entry.

The two talked for a while, quite in love, and then said goodbye, because of the special strength attributes, neither of them was aware of the other's transcendent identity, but there was a faint vague sense.

Next, Wren went straight to the east-central position of the city, in the Kingdom of Faroran, there are currently only 7 universities, and the University of Bushen is probably in the middle of the list.

He asked a few pedestrians for directions, and soon came to the gate of the university.

The architecture of the University of Boushen is a mixture of traditional Faroran and Norckman style architecture.

The main body of the gate is made of beige sandstone masonry, with a red-tiled roof, decorated with Farolandic arches, capitals and carvings.

In this group composed of buildings, corridors, doors and courtyards, you can see rich and varied spatial levels and dignified and rigorous architectural shapes everywhere.

According to the old goat, Bushen University was founded in 214 years of the Fifth Age, with a history of nearly 700 years, and has opened nearly 20 disciplines such as mathematics, physics, chemistry, natural language (the common language of the mainland), history, medicine, economics, political science, and philosophy.

In addition, Bushen University also has a mystery class, which is responsible for imparting relevant basic knowledge and cultivating ordinary people into first-order transcendentals.

Not only is it only for local students in Bushen City, but there are only 30 places every year, the competition is fierce, the tuition fee is high, and many small nobles and small and medium-sized rich chambers of commerce send their children over.

Wren took the letter of recommendation, and the doorman opened the classical-style, beautifully shaped wrought iron door.

He asked for directions, went straight to Building 7, where the Academic Affairs Office was located, walked up to the second floor, and knocked on the door of a certain vice dean's office.

"Knock knock."

"Please come in."

A quiet female voice rang out, and Wren gently pushed the door open and stepped in.

A woman in her forties, but well-maintained, sits behind a desk on the left.

She has blonde curly hair, wears a women's office uniform, a black one-step skirt with a white suit, and her temperament is intellectual and mature, and her charm is still there.

"Excuse me, are you Dean Kayla?" Wren asked.

With a formulaic smile, Kayla Luzara said softly, "Child, what's the matter?" ”

Attentively, she noticed that Wren was not wearing a student badge, and knew that he was not a school student.

He handed her the letter of introduction, and Kayla read the letter carefully, smiling a lot more sincerely, with some remembrance: "It's past the time to enroll, in principle, it's not allowed, but you're already an expert-level transcendent, you don't need to consume resources, just listen to theoretical knowledge." ”

After a pause, she smiled a little playfully, and looked at Wren: "Is he okay?" I've never seen who he recommended for admission, are you his illegitimate child? ”

"Do you think his dignity can give birth to such a handsome son as me?!"

Wren rolled his eyes when he heard this, and sighed that a flower was inserted in the cow dung, twenty years ago, the old goat was 33 years old, he was still a second-order warlock, and he was a rune teacher at Bushen University.

He looks good, unlike now, although he is not ugly, but his temperament is too obscene.

Kayla was only 22 years old at the time, a beautiful merchant's daughter, a student of the occult class, and the old goat wrote letters to Wren about how he had managed to win her heart.

Kayla snorted coldly: "Not the best! I was so stupid and naïve that I was easily tricked into bed by that old rascal! ”

The old goat's operation was a lot of commotion, saying that she was amazingly talented, and the future female sage wanted to make up lessons for her in private and take her home to open a small stove, and she was stupid at that time to believe it.

As a result, he was taken advantage of, and the most hateful thing is that after three years of love, after the old goat was eaten and wiped clean, he actually pushed back and was unwilling to marry her!

Old goat: How can a man hang himself from a tree, it's okay to roll a sheet, it's impossible to get married, it's impossible in this life!