Skonen smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Yes, yes, but very few." Those wizards actually think that they are noble beings with knowledge and magic, and they look down on us lowly warriors who sell their physical strength. Behind the scenes, they all treat us as cheap consumables. They also said that we were just cannon fodder to go to the battlefield in place of them. “

"All they want to do is fly high in the air as a wizard and attack their enemies with long-range spells. Like us, we have to charge in front and break in the back every time. If you are too conspicuous on the battlefield, you will be served by the enemy's priority spells, and the death rate will be as high as that of ordinary soldiers!"

When Chen Xuyuan heard this, he thought of his disciple Eddie, who was not very qualified, and asked again: "But what about those wizards who are destined to not be able to learn third-order spells? What other way out are there besides juggling and magic tricks? Otherwise, you will be stuck at the bottom of the city for the rest of your life?"

Sconen smiled bitterly and said, "It seems that you haven't worked in the army, and you don't know some rules." Wizards and descendants of nobles are equally privileged to join the army. Even a wizard apprentice who can only do second-order sorcery has the privilege of showing off his wisdom in front of ordinary people. Even in the army, they are superior, for example, they can not accept the order to charge when fighting, and if they make mistakes, they will be punished by the magistrates of the wizard battalion, and they will not have to eat whips and sticks and be burned and stabbed like we do. “

"But a warrior has no privileges, once a low-level wizard really becomes a warrior, then he will be deprived of all special care, and when fighting, he must obey all orders like an ordinary warrior, and if you are allowed to charge, you have to rush, and if you are allowed to attack the city, you have to fight hard. When mistakes were made, they were subjected to harsh corporal punishment like ordinary soldiers. Those wizards are all willing to take this risk and suffer this hardship. ”

Chen Xuyuan sighed: "Then squat in the city and pretend to be tall and poor?"

Skorning still smiled bitterly: "We warriors are not rich. Don't look at the fact that our Demon Warrior's commission is much higher than that of ordinary warriors, in fact, our expenses are also very large. The battlefield is changing rapidly, and anything can happen. In order to save a small life, you must arm yourself as much as possible. “

"The money accumulated was either used to buy potions, spell equipment, scrolls, etc., or to find priests and wizards to treat mutilated limbs. The money saved is pitiful. If you are rich, the only ones who are really rich are those wizards who can do advanced alchemy! Even some of the middle wizards are actually poor ghosts. ”

Chen Xuyuan became interested, and then asked, "I heard that medium-sized wizards can make a lot of money by making spell tools such as spell sticks, scrolls, and potions. Some mid-level wizards are even richer than the average count. ”

Skonen pouted and said, "Those are middle-level and high-level wizards who don't want to be motivated, but only want to be rich. Seeing that there was no hope of advancement or that the risk was too great, they gave up their sorcery studies and turned to live like craftsmen and merchants, and of course they could accumulate a lot of money. But most people always feel that they are born protagonists, and sooner or later they can make people unattainable with their hard work, so if they risk their lives to be promoted, they will have to be poor. “

"You also know that witchcraft is prohibitively expensive, and it takes time and energy. If you want to continue your studies, you must have a stable financial source. Some people climb up to nobles, merchants, and even marry them, and some people give higher-level wizards temporary underground lovers, or second wives and noodle heads~~ in exchange for free knowledge and guidance. ”

Chen Xuyuan nodded, and finally asked with a smile: "I heard that in a few days, your supreme wizard Griff and the local Duke of Bartholomew are also going to hold a celebration cocktail party?"

Sconen knew that the other party had just arrived, and he didn't know much about the form in the city, so he suddenly whispered: "Yes, recently, Clement, the adopted son of the supreme wizard Griff, has successfully become a tenth-order great wizard and is about to graduate from the academy of the Cartel Federation, and the forces of the two sides are demonstrating each other through celebration~"

They were chatting as their colleagues beckoned Skonen over to play a game.

Sconen got up and said, "I'm sorry, we're having a party this morning. I can't accompany you anymore. ”

Chen Xuyuan smiled and said, "Do you have to do it until noon? I just have some things to do, and I will invite you and your friends to go to the tavern for a few drinks at noon?"

Skonen laughed and said, "Then we're not welcome, poor ghosts." ”

Remembering the letter that the deceased had asked him to hand over to the leader of the Desert Wind Warriors, he casually asked for the address of his big leader, Dark, thinking of finding an opportunity to sneak this hot potato out and let those people eat dogs themselves, and have no time to track down the two of their men who killed them.

Saying goodbye to Sconen, Chen Xuyuan slowly turned back to the street and walked towards Hamlet's residence, after all, he had signed a contract with him, and he had to regularly go to the other party to conduct cloning experiments and discussions, showing his sincerity in promoting the progress of the experiment.

On weekdays.

The streets of Sarn, which are relatively peaceful and tidy, suddenly become extremely bustling, with crowds coming and going.

It's as if some major event or festival has arrived.

As far as the eye can see, every house, every door and window, and even every eaves of the neat three- and four-story houses on both sides of the street are decorated with decorative objects of different colors and beautiful shapes.

On some streets, small flags were planted on both sides of the road, and banners or colorful flags with white letters on a red background were raised over the streets, as if to welcome a big leader to come and inspect.

On the eaves of some roofs, brilliant spell lamps the size of heads are constantly emitting a rainbow of beautiful soft light, and on some doors and windows there is a pair of illusion billboards displaying rows of words: Our Pride, Clement, the Genius of the Sky.

On some doors and windows, a mascot-like doll is hung, and a monotonous and repetitive voice is emitting from the spell recording: "Warm welcome to the return of Grand Wizard Clemente!Clement, you are the idol of our younger generation", and even "Clement, Clement, we love you" and other sensual words.

It's just that these words, which are either beautiful or sycophant, after being processed by illusion, sound neither realistic nor emotional, nor do they have enough emotional intonation, similar to the computer-synthesized sounds played by machines.

He continued to walk down the street.

In a slightly remote street alley, several high-pitched and brisk voices were heard.

"Selling Baked Cakes~Selling Baked Cakes~!Hot, Freshly Baked Baked Cakes~!"

"Fritters, soy milk, braised tofu ~ xiaolongbao, mille-feuille cake, tea eggs ~!"

"Dumplings, noodles, potstickers!~Come and have a bowl while it's hot~"

Chen Xuyuan looked up, and several street vendors along the street were shouting energetically in the early morning, making a smooth and refreshing sound of raindrops hitting bamboo knots.

The hot and humid wind, wrapped in the fragrant mist of the pastry snacks, soothes the thirsty skin of the alleys and pedestrians, making people make people want to take a deep breath of air, and whisper the muffled exclamation of the mouth.

In Chen Xuyuan's ears, only this voice is the most real and simple life.