Graystone Town, a border town of the Glorious Empire, is adjacent to the Heavenly Broken Mountain Range, which separates the empire from the demons, and has been separated by the demons for more than thirty years today, it is rarely mentioned by the world.

This was once the first stop of the demon invasion.

In the dim alley, a group of half-grown teenagers gathered in a circle, and a small figure curled up on the ground in the middle, whimpering twice from time to time, and his body trembled uncontrollably. Occasionally, passers-by passed by the alleyway, but they only glanced at it hurriedly, and then walked away as if nothing had happened, as if they were accustomed to it.

The sunlight renders the inside and outside of the alley into two different worlds, the outside of the alley is bright and clear, and the inside is dark and damp, like a hell.

A young man in brocade rubbed the mud on his cuffs, looked at the figure that had been twitching, and weighed a small cloth bag in his hand, throwing it up and down from time to time, and the jingling sound was the most erosive music in the world.

"Hey, mudblood! Today, we just want to lend you two copper coins and flowers, and when we are in a good mood, we will return them to you, we have to make ourselves look like this, what a cheap seed!" said the brocade-clothed young man as he put the copper coins in the bag into his pocket, and then quickly left the empty cloth bag on the ground, without even looking at it.

There was a burst of laughter around, and all the other teenagers cheered for the words of the brocade-clothed boy, as if it was some great shocking word.

The brocade-clothed young man also enjoyed the feeling of being touted, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

The figure on the ground struggled twice, like a turtle climbing into the water, and the young man in brocade saw him like this, suddenly felt bored, beckoned and led the other teenagers away noisily, leaving only a mess.

The figure on the ground stopped moving, and a mouse approached, sniffed at his body, and hesitated twice before running away.

After a long time, the clay figure on the ground struggled to turn over, revealing his immature face.

It's a child, not even a teenager, and the dirt and scars on his body can't hide the clear eyes.

After the unbearable beating of ordinary people, his face was already blue and purple, and his swollen cheeks were like a balloon that would burst at any moment.

The more serious injuries were hidden under the shabby clothes that obviously did not fit, and even the simple act of turning over exhausted the strength he had built, and even more affected the injuries on his body, and intermittent hissing sounded from his mouth.

But he didn't moan too much, probably because he didn't expect anyone to come to his rescue.

His name is Cezel, and he is one of the orphans in Greystone.

Orphans are common here, because when life is hopeless, many people choose to abandon their unaffordable babies, which is shameful, but it is also a helpless choice under poverty.

He continued to struggle, trying to get up, but after several efforts, the last bit of strength he had left was directly exhausted. He lay in the mud as if he had been fated, his eyes quietly staring at the sky.

After a while, a voice suddenly rang out in the alley.

"Cizer, why are you here? Hurt like this, how are you? Hey, don't you sleep!"

A teenager of the same age pushed Cizer's body, a look of anxiety on his face after noticing that he was unresponsive. He scrambled to Cezel's body and staggered into the distance, soon disappearing.

In the dark alleyway, there was silence again.

I don't know how long it took, but there were waves again in the depths of the quiet alley.

The sound of "Zizi" sounded, the sound became louder and louder, and gradually became like thunder, and a larger and larger crack appeared from the void, as if a pair of invisible arms were tearing it apart from the space.

"Bang!"

A flame suddenly burst out of the crack, like a devil who had broken free from the depths of hell and wanted to burn the world, and the blazing temperature instantly dispersed the moisture in the alley, and even the air was distorted by the sudden change in temperature. The flames flew straight into the sky, but it slowed down, as if a merciless rope was holding its tail.

The wind that kept surging towards the rift forced it to retreat, and the flames roared, but it still couldn't change the fact that it kept retreating. The flames retreated until they sank deep into the chasm.

The devil has been captured in purgatory!

The void crack slowly healed, and the howling wind gradually stopped, and when the crack was completely gone, the alley was quiet again, as if nothing had happened.

A rat emerged from the corner, cautiously came to the place where the crack appeared, and did not smell anything that frightened it to the extreme, and made it turn around merrily.

It's just that it's still a little confused in its heart, and the sweet smell of blood just now seems to be ...... It's gone?

......

In a messy room, Cizer, who had just woken up, was talking to a teenager.

"Alas, they were blocked by the Yan people again? This is a good thing, even the money to buy the power potion has been robbed. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have had to make these sins worse......"

In this room, where bottles and cans were everywhere, more like a laboratory than a house, Cezel was lying naked on a straw mat, and a gray-robed boy of about twelve years old was smearing a dark green potion on his body. Whenever the potion came into contact with his skin, Cizer would always shudder, oozing fine beads of sweat, as if he had been roasted by fire.

Listening to the gray-robed young man's words, Cizer calmed the severe pain on his body, wiped the sweat on his face, and said with relief: "I just can't get used to seeing them bully, even if I don't have you, I won't deal with them, and it will be a matter of time before I fight." Besides, if it weren't for Monet, where would I be able to use the free healing potion?"

Monet smiled bitterly when he heard this: "But you don't have any copper coins to buy the Charging Potion, and there are still a few days before the entrance exam of the elementary college, what are you going to do?"

Cizer's face darkened, the primary examination is a decree implemented by the Glorious Empire for gifted civilians, all civilians under the age of twelve can take a sum of money to study at the nearest primary academy if they pass the primary examination, this is the only way for civilians to get ahead!

Of course, Monet's kind of apprenticeship is not counted, even if he has nothing to do in the future, with the dispensing skills he has learned, he can get a job in the Potions workshop opened by the Empire.

However, this potion of power was the key to Cizer's entrance exam, so he worked hard for half a year to save fifty copper coins, but it was snatched away at this critical juncture, which made him good.

"Grandma, when I become a magician in the future, I must make a lot of copper coins!No! gold coins!I must become the richest magician in the Glorious Empire!" Monet said viciously, waving his fist.

Cizer sneered, he had heard Monet's dream many times, and his desire for money was not comparable to ordinary people.

When Cizer first met Monet, he was being blackmailed by the Yama and would rather die than obey. But when Cizer tried his best to save him, he groped all over his pockets, but only took out a copper coin, which stunned Sissel.

Monet was a good man, though, and Sissel had no doubts. So he took the copper coin and exchanged it for a loaf of bread for himself, and Cizer would recognize this friend for the rest of his life.

The rent in the place where the two live now is Monet's big head, and there is no way, Cizer can't find any serious work, so he can only work as a handyman to earn some change.

"I'll beg the teacher, he'll have some extra Charge Potion. Monet scratched his nose and said suddenly.

Cizer shook his head, Monet's teacher was a real magician, there were dozens of apprentices under his hands, and Monet was only one of them, Cizer didn't think Monet could ask for a charge potion worth fifty copper coins.

Monet also sighed when he saw Cezel's lonely face. His status was very low, the other apprentices of the teacher came from various small families, and there was no shortage of money, while he was an orphan picked up by the teacher from the street, and he had no outstanding talent, and was inferior to the other apprentices, and the teacher seemed to have forgotten about him for a long time.

"Don't think about it, I'll go to the Demon Abyss Forest again in the next few days, and if I'm lucky, I might be able to pick up the cherished potions. Cizer whispered.

Monet is not a fool, the forest that Cizer said is west of Greystone, but it is not a good place, the back of the Heavenly Broken Mountains makes the forest full of beasts, I don't know how many people enter it in order to get rich overnight, and in the end they can only leave a dry bone there.

Monet opened his mouth, trying to persuade his friend not to go to the dangerous place, but in the end he only let out a sigh. Although he knew how slim this possibility was, he couldn't bear to let his best friend lose this last bit of hope.

Get ahead and change your destiny!

Cizer closed his eyes, and Monet stopped talking.

The still, small room was filled with bottles and jars, and there was only an open space for a straw mat, which would have looked like a large coffin if it weren't for the narrow window.

At this time, the sun was already setting in the west, and a large white mist was steaming out the window, and a fragrance of wheat was evaporating. Both of them couldn't help but swallow secretly, and the sound of swallowing echoed in the silent room, and Cizer and Monet both blushed.

Out of nowhere, Monet took out a piece of black bread, broke it, and gave it to Cezel.

Cizer silently took it and nibbled hard. The two of them ate the black bread silently, bowing their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

Suddenly, Cizer glanced up at Monet, and saw that Monet was also looking up at him, and after a short pause, the two of them couldn't help but burst into a burst of laughter at the same time.

"Monet, I, Cizer, will definitely become the most powerful knight in the Empire!" Cizer said heavily, with something called determination in his eyes.

Monet nodded, "Well, I will definitely become the richest magician in the empire! When the time comes, I will buy a big house in the imperial capital and let many people come to serve me!"

The glorious sunset cast in through the small window, shining on the two young faces, gilding their young faces with a layer of red gold.

In this erosive world, two naïve children may really be able to do something amazing, who knows?

At least for this moment, no one bothered them to imagine the future.