Magnini had a piece of paper in front of him. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Paper is good paper, not the rough and uneven paper made of blue pine wood pulp. There is a kind of camphor tree in the southern suburbs of Jinyu City, the texture is soft and light, and its heartwood is mixed into the white eucalyptus produced in the south, although the paper made is a little yellow, but it has the delicacy of white eucalyptus and the aroma of the camphor tree, which is three points more expensive than the paper of pure white eucalyptus pulp.

Such paper is usually reserved for the senior commissions of the trade unions and for the issuance of orders by the senior officers of the trade unions.

Only two names were written on this half-foot square piece of paper: Lu Xiu and Feng Manyun

The old village chief was staring at the blank space of the paper.

Two names can't cover an entire sheet of paper, no matter how big they are, but Magnini isn't heartbroken for wasting a good piece of paper. His heart aches for the two names on the paper, the names of two who are about to be selected as trainee hunters.

Of these two names, one should not be chosen, and the other should not be chosen.

Magnini subconsciously wanted to shake the rocking chair under him, only to find that he was not in a familiar home, but on the airship of Chief Deacon Morin. From the first day he arrived in Xuelin Village, Morin refused the room that the village chief had prepared for them and went back to the cramped airship, on the grounds that he was guarding the grumpy dog dragon on the boat. Therefore, in order to see this list, he could only walk through half the village, climb up the high airship, and come to Morin's cramped study on the airship. But at this time, he didn't care about these details, the dragon people were more than 100 years old, although they were only just adults for them, but their minds had already passed the age of worrying about etiquette.

"Lu Xiu, he is an orphan, strictly speaking, he is not a resident of Xuelin Village." Magnini pointed to the name on the paper, but spoke to Morin, who was sitting on the other side of the table.

"What does the village chief mean is that this child can not occupy the quota in Xuelin Village, can I choose another one among the other candidates?" Maureen didn't open his eyes.

"I mean, this kid shouldn't have been chosen here." Magnini's tone was steady, one hand clenched tightly under the table.

"They are all children who meet the selection criteria, and it is the same wherever they are selected. Besides, the selection of trainee hunters is the job of the union deacons, does Xuelin Village have the right to refuse the orders of the hunter union? "Not expecting to be blocked by Magnini at such a subsection, Merlin wanted to show the majesty of the chief deacon and scare the unreasonable dragon man a little. The golden civet did not visit the village for the sake of the selection, but he did not intend to give up on the unexpected joy of being able to do so.

"Of course not." Magninilo walked along, "But this kid has dragonman blood in his body, and I think even the current Hunter Guild has a good attitude towards my clan Elders." He pondered his words, "I don't want you to let the deacon, take this child, and spread it to the ears of some of my clan elders, and then everyone will not look very good-looking." ”

Although the number of dragons is scarce, the clan is unusually united, and because of their long lifespan, most of the top scholars and god-level craftsmen on the road are dragonmen. Although the Council of Elders, which rules over the entire race, does not have the force to threaten even the smallest nations, their decisions can have subtle effects on all corners of the Old and New Worlds. Therefore, even the Hunters' Guild will not dare to fight with it easily. At this moment, the village chief moved out the Council of Elders, and it was not just a tough mouth or a real discussion.

"What are you...... Threatening me? After thinking for a while, Merlin finally opened his eyes and looked at the young dragon clan village chief in front of him.

Magnini didn't speak, he looked at the chief deacon with tough eyes, and the two faced each other silently.

As if he had suddenly figured out something, the diminutive deacon suddenly laughed, "Chief McGonagall, you and I don't have to be so tense. He said, "I understand your worries, every time the hunters are selected, the trainees from the villages north of the Snow Mountain are assigned to the Xishu Division, are you worried that I will send yours there as well?" ”

McGonini was silent in approval.

"How so?" Mo Lin's brows widened more and more, "This kind of young man with dragon blood and extraordinary talent, it is impossible for the union to send him to such a dangerous place...... Experienced. He stood up and walked around the table to McGnini, "My original intention was to bring this kid to me, where there are instructors from fellow dragonmen to help him develop his potential, and there will be high-level hunter protection in the training, and I, as the deacon, will guarantee the resources of the entire branch with the honor of hunter, as long as I can do it, I will lean towards him." Morin patted his chest and said, "In this case, are you still worried that he will never come back?" ”

"But......," Magnini wanted to say something.

"In this way, I will use the power of the chief deacon a little." He lit the last fire, "You should be satisfied with the other young man who has been selected from the Western Military Department and sent to the training camp in the interior, even close to Golden Feather City." ”

"Feng Manyun...... I know that this child, he is too weak and too dead, and he will have a hard time going to the south of the snow-capped mountain and losing the protection of the hunting god. As you can see at today's tryouts, he is too weak to do some work in battle. Magnini unconsciously used honorifics for the deacon, who was less than half his age.

"That's easy to say." Mo Lin didn't care who took the other place, so he stroked a big stroke, removed Feng Manyun's name, thought about it, and wrote the word Feng Chen.

"Last please, Deacon Mo." Seeing that everything was over, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Don't tell anyone about tonight. He laughed self-deprecatingly, "The village chief of the land of projectiles is not so easy to be, and his previous words to the chief deacon were all unintentional words, which was a lot of offense. He bowed his hand and turned back and exited the study.

"Snow Forest Village." Just before Magnini came to the door, Morin said, "It's a lot of people with good intentions." ”

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Therefore, on the list of announcing the selection results, Lu Xiu is in the front and Feng Chen is in the back.

Feng Chen was almost the last person in the village to know the news. The scaly wound on his arm on his final throw in the selection arena was unlike anything any beast in the blue pine forest, and his careful thinking did not escape the eyes of the old hunter. Daddy confiscated his supper and grounded him for another three days, and then went to sleep contentedly. In Feng Nian's heart, no matter how good his son is, he can't choose a hunter.

So when Aunt Xiaoyun next door told Feng Yinian the news, he was silent for a while, silently took out the dry tobacco pot that he hadn't used for several days from the drawer, opened the pipe of the cigarette, and lit a full pot. After a while, the whole room was shrouded in smoke, and the dust was sealed in the smoke, and it was impossible to see Daddy's expression clearly.