Chapter 458 Cruel Reality: Molinda's Little Boy

"Great Ares, I swear that if I can enter the Academy of Magic, I will give everything I have..."

In the midst of a dirty procession of slaves, there was a little boy with his hands folded in prayer, his eyes reverent.

Although he has passed the primary test, he is still far from entering the Ares Academy of Magic.

There are too many people here, slaves, too many ...

Although, this time, the Ares Academy of Magic recruited new students in an eclectic manner, and a large number of students of all levels appeared, however, the naked rank is an eternal ladder after all, a means of the ruler...

For the sake of balance, the number of slaves entering the Ares Academy of Magic will be very small, only a part!

This is the reality, in order to celebrate this millennium ceremony, the Ares Academy of Magic has violated the interests of many people, and the slave students are only afraid of a handful...

"I, Molinda, will definitely succeed! Get out of slavery, become a human being, and become a magician!"

The little boy Morinda ended her prayer and clenched her fists.

The immature face shows a different maturity.

Living at the bottom of society for a long time, along the way, his relatives and friends have died, Morinda is full of hatred for this world, he knows that if he wants to change this world, he must become a strong man!

And if he wants to become a strong man, he must enter the Ares Academy of Magic and become a great magician.

However, the reality is cruel, and one slave after another is directly brushed off, for a variety of reasons.

"You stink! You haven't taken a shower for a few days, you don't qualify!"

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"What's wrong with your accent? Barbarian, you're not qualified!"

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"Oh, my Ares, your nails are so filthy that you can't defile the great Ares Academy of Magic, so please get out of here..."

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"Unqualified, why? Because you don't know how to be polite!"

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"Okay, your talent is not enough, step down!"

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"Good, you're gifted, but do you have any money?"

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"Ares Academy of Magic, recruit new students, no matter where you come from, as long as you are willing to believe in the gods of Ares, however, you must first have tuition fees for studying..."

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"There are gold coins, please, we are not open charity!"

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Morinda looked worried, hurriedly looked at her body to see if there was anything wrong, and then checked the package.

There was all his savings, eleven gold coins.

The clothes on my body were also washed and clean.

"My talent is not low, I can succeed, definitely!"

Molinda cheered herself up, came to the staff, saluted respectfully, and said, "I've seen my lord." ”

"Slaves?"

The staff was expressionless, and Morinda hurriedly nodded: "Yes, my lord, I used to be a slave, the great Ares god is above, all beings should be equal, isn't it?

"Well, Ares is on top, you have impressed me. ”

The staff's expression softened slightly, and they began to test Molinda's talent, which is a deeper talent test, using magic potions, and the cost is higher.

After a round of testing, a smile gradually appeared on the staff's face, Molinda's talent is not very high, after all, Molinda's identity is nothing but a slave...

However, Molinda's talent is definitely not low.

In a group of people, even among some aristocratic young masters, Morinda's talent is among the best...

At this time, many people have cast strange eyes, envy, jealousy, some from the nobility...

If nothing else, Molinda is expected to be one of the few slaves who can enter the Ares Academy of Magic, after all, Molinda also has money.

"Okay, congratulations, Molinda, congratulations on adding ......"

When Morinda was nervous, the staff was about to send their blessings and tell the result...

"Great, it worked!

Morinda said secretly, extremely excited, the obvious result, the staff is already sending blessings...

However, an arrogant, childish voice sounded.

"Wait, I don't agree, he's a lowly slave!"

Under the stunned and angry gaze, a noble young master walked out, pointing at Mo Linda with a disdainful face, followed by a middle-aged man with a terrifying breath...

"It's... Master...... Why..."Morinda trembled, this noble young master was his former master...

"Molinda, you are a slave!" said the noble young master!

Molinda was shocked, looking at the hesitant staff, and the eyes that had been strong finally had tears coming out of their eyes, drowning their cheeks and drowning everything.

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Molinda left the city of San Diego and walked like a walking corpse under the disgusting gaze of countless people!

When you're tired, stop, and then, keep walking!

The foot is worn out, it doesn't hurt, the heart hurts the most.

The knees were worn out, the marks left by the previous kneeling and praying, and there were also on the forehead, because of the kowtow.

He has already passed the test, and he can obviously enter the Ares Academy of Magic, even if he pleads hard in the end, it will not help, because there is a noble young master who is blocking him...

"I have nothing, I hate! I hate the world!"

Molinda fell to her knees, roaring inwardly.

It's a perverted world, why do some people get everything without working, without working hard ...

Why can nobles be on top, why do slaves live so humbly, even the Ares Academy of Magic, think that slaves are slaves after all?!

obviously said that he was eclectic and could recruit any student, but because of a simple sentence from the noble young master, he gave up his promise...

The so-called eclectic, all, is a trick!

"This is the perverted world, I want strength, I am willing to give everything, please let some great god hear my poor prayer, give me great strength, I am willing to give up everything, including my soul......"

Rumble!!

A golden thunderbolt streaked across the sky, tearing through the sky.

The rain poured down and fell violently and smashed on the ground.

Molinda fell to her knees, her heart dead to ashes.

"I'm ridiculous, give up everything, what god would accept me, a mortal born dirty, a slave born with his own mark..."

Morinda bit her lip, her face full of unwillingness.

If he could, he hoped that the world would be equal!

"Let me make one last prayer, if, if I can, I wish to give up my own hand to great power, I am willing to believe in any god......"

Morinda muttered to herself, facing the beating of the storm, her consciousness was rapidly falling into the darkness...

He was too weak to hold up in the heavy rain.

"Molinda, this seat agrees, you belong to this seat!"