Back at the Academy of Magic, Zidi breathed a sigh of relief, knowing she was safe for the time being.

This magic academy is home to seven legendary mage towers, and there are several passages within the academy that lead to sixteen half-planes.

This is one of the best magic schools in the Empire.

Zidi was able to study here, and her father spent a lot of money.

The escape from the birthday dinner was like a dream.

Perhaps because of his reputation and face, the Garden City Lord did not take advantage of this to make trouble. Her father also continued to provide for Zidi's high living and education expenses, and never stopped.

Zidi's life seems to have returned to its former tranquility.

However, she knew that her heart had changed dramatically.

She never used her father's monthly supply again, and she became self-reliant.

There are about three types of students in the Academy of Magic.

One is the powerful, and the superior bloodline naturally gives a noble status.

The second type is the children of rich families, Zidi is like this, she has low blood, her qualifications for practicing magic are not high, and her lifetime achievements are limited, but her mentor accepts her as an apprentice and can get a lot of money. The study and practice of magic consumes a huge amount of resources.

The third category is the children of civilians with excellent qualifications. Most of these students have outstanding mental strength, and they are screened out layer by layer through the selection system of the empire, and there are also excellent seeds of bloodline mutation. If such students can grow smoothly, they can often become the mainstay of the academy and even the empire.

Purple Tie no longer uses the funds provided by her father, much to the displeasure of her mentor.

A large number of missions are distributed in the academy every day, mainly for the civilian cadets. Zidi is only a bronze level magic apprentice, and the scope of the mission is very narrow, and it is very difficult to complete the task.

But it is with these tasks that she struggles to survive.

This was certainly not enough for her to be self-sufficient, and her situation became more and more difficult.

She no longer had fancy fancy clothes, and began to compete with other students for more rewarding tasks, sometimes she had to go hungry because she had too much money.

Her situation began to become known.

Former playmates and girlfriends have stayed away from her, and some even sneered and did not miss any opportunity to ridicule her.

There are male students who keep hinting at Zidi - you don't have to live so hard, in fact, your conditions are good, you can make good use of your natural resources, so that you can easily exchange for a lot of resources. Sometimes, even more than you think.

Without exception, Zidi sternly rejected these implicit and obscure requests.

She discovered a different side of the world.

The once glorious and tranquil, noble and serious magic academy showed a bloody cruelty in her eyes. The mage towers converge into a special jungle.

The law of the jungle is also prevalent here.

In this jungle, every life has its own way of survival.

The strong are alone, and the weak are together.

Zidi is certainly not a strong person, and at the same time, she is also difficult to be accepted by the group of the weak.

Like a canary in a bird's nest on a tall branch, Zidi suddenly fell to the bottom of the jungle. The jungle at the bottom is dark and dark, and if she wants to survive, she must seize every ray of sun, every bite of food and water.

A life as weak as her, looking at her like a canary, naturally feels repulsive, wary, and gloating.

She stumbled and suffered constantly.

In the process of struggling to survive, there are many temptations and pitfalls.

The hints from the male students never stopped, and the funds in her account grew over time...... All of this reminds her that by giving up something that seems insignificant, she can regain her brilliance, reappear standing on a high branch, and get a relaxed and beautiful view.

But Zidi never wavered.

Her steadfastness sometimes surprised her.

Slowly, and very hard, she gained a foothold in the competitive academy, learned to be self-reliant, and began to be self-sufficient.

"I can finally support myself with my own hands and by my own labor!"

This sense of accomplishment makes her happy and proud.

But at the same time, she also has low self-esteem and discouragement.

The harder she worked, the more she could feel the barrenness of her potential and the bleakness of her future prospects.

According to her spiritual power and bloodline, the highest achievement in her life is only the black iron level!

This means that in this unique jungle, her life's work will only be able to get out of the mud and reach the position of the trunk of the tree. She couldn't even climb the lowest branches.

Although Zidi has long known about this. But now, she felt the desperation even more acutely.

She began to understand why some of the female students around her, who were extremely sarcastic and difficult for her, chose to trade their bodies for a relatively easy and superior life.

Understanding does not mean agreeing.

As an extremely beautiful courtyard flower, Zidi's persistence and personal efforts make her unique and more attractive.

More and more suitors appeared around her, but they were all rejected by her stern attitude.

Her mentor finally lost patience after many hints and explicit ineffectual statements, and deprived her of her status under his command.

Zidi can only continue to live in the academy as an ordinary student.

But she gradually became like a fish in water.

With a smart mind, keen penetration, and a network of contacts built up with good reputation, eloquence, and skill, she has seized small business opportunities again and again.

Early in the morning at the pier, the fish market has begun.

Zidi was dressed in casual clothes and strolled through it.

The fishy smell that she once hated so much, now she doesn't care about at all.

She has been to the fish market many times, and every time she has come to buy tuna.

Tuna is a large category of fish that can be subdivided into yellowfin, bigeye, bluefin tuna, albacore, bonito, and many more.

Purple Hair always has the best quality tuna. This is the result of her inquiry, the experience of using the library to enrich the collection of books, and purchasing again and again.

There is a tutor in the academy who loves tuna the most and posts such tasks almost every day. With her intentions and strength, Zidi stands out from many competitors. Although the quest does not pay much, it is won almost every day.

Soon, through sharp eloquence, Zidi pushed the price to the lowest limit and bought enough tuna.

Just as he was leaving, there was a sudden noise and noise not far away.

Zidi looked around and saw two bronze fishermen arguing.

It suddenly became clear in her heart that this was competing for the identity of the king of fish. Almost every day, fishermen at the fish market compete with each other for the king of the day.

For fishermen who get the status of the king of fish, the stall will always get the attention of the spot. Often, in less than half a morning, the fish on the stalls are sold out.

The rules of the battle for the king of fish are simple, simply compete for the weight of the individual fish caught this morning.

But today the situation is somewhat complicated, so there are disputes.

A fisherman who originally competed for the status of the king of fish was found to be hiding a person among the large sea fish he caught!

The unfortunate man was dying, and most of his body was still in the belly of the fish.

Seeing this, the fisherman, who had been a failure, immediately said that the weight of a person could not be superimposed on the fish.

However, the fisherman, who had won the battle, said in a strong way that the man who fell into the water was the food in the stomach of the big fish, and should be regarded as the weight of the fish! When he caught it, he also overcame the weight of the big fish and the man, and it was very difficult.

Other fishermen scoffed at this statement, and the big fish had such a man stuffed in its belly, and he must be slow to move, which is the key to being caught.

The two sides insisted on their own words and argued endlessly, and the crowd of onlookers also divided into two factions, each supporting one person.

Zidi saw that the situation of the man who fell into the water was not good, and shouted: "Anyway, you should save people first." ”

"Hey, this is a barbarian, what's there to save!" the crowd didn't care.

If it is a pure human race, everyone may still be able to rescue, but the barbarians mainly live in the Frost Continent and are alien races.

Zidi couldn't bear it, seeing that the barbarian was about to die, she hesitated for a moment, but still took out the potion from her arms and poured it into the barbarian's mouth.

The old barbarian woke up, but he screamed and couldn't communicate, and he was a madman.

Some people made fun of Zidi, this healing potion was very valuable, but it was used to save a madman, and it was completely unrewarded.

Zidi sighed, she just couldn't bear to come to the rescue, not trying to reciprocate.

But she didn't refute anything, but bowed her head and left.

She's not obtrusive.

Because every time she goes out, she will use transformation potions to temporarily change her appearance. Otherwise, with her original appearance, wherever she goes, she is the focus of people's attention.

As the days passed, the madman old barbarian gradually became a scene in the fish market.

He was emaciated, disheveled, and insane, but the threat was small. The fishermen took him as an object of teasing and played with him every day, taking pleasure in him.

However, although the old barbarian was insane, his eating instinct was still there, and he barely survived by eating raw fish organs abandoned in the fish market.

Zidi comes to the fish market almost every day, sometimes she can see the old madman barbarian, sometimes she can't, and more often, Zidi will bring some food to give to the old madman barbarian.

One day in a few years.

In the corner of the alley of the fish market, she found the old madman brute who was sleeping soundly.

Just as she placed the food in front of the old madman barbarian, the old barbarian slowly opened his eyes and said in a fluent lingua franca, "Thank you, young and kind young lady. ”

Zidi was taken aback.

The old barbarian pulled out a roll of vellum paper from his bosom.

"I'm getting more and more awake. ”

"This is the recipe for the potion I made, the potion of our barbarian tribe. ”

"Please, young lady, we barbarians have always been grateful for their kindness. ”

Zidi took it, and was quickly caught in her gaze.

"These recipes, although they only use the physical properties of the herbs themselves, are not magic potions. But it's so rare that even in the library, there are only one or two copies of it. Thank you very much......"

Zidi looked up and stopped in shock.

Maybe she's too addicted to these potion recipes, and the old barbarian is gone.

For the first time, she realized that this was an old barbarian with a story.

The impact of this small adventure became more and more pronounced in the years that followed.

The more Zidi studied, the more she discovered that the potions on the vellum paper were different from the magic potions. Although it is obviously a summary of the experience of the barbarian tribe, and lacks the research and meticulous spirit advocated by the magicians, the practical value is quite high.

Zidi's previous mentor was best at alchemy, and in addition to her main magic practice, Zidi also studied a branch of alchemy-pharmacy.

A few months later, Zidi's research began to yield some results.

A year later, these results are growing.

The reputation of some of the ordinary potions she sold began to spread among ordinary citizens, and even some students gave up the expensive magic potions and chose Zidi's barbarian potions because they were shy in their pockets.

"When I graduate, maybe I'll be able to open a normal pharmacy in the city. Just as she began to look forward to the bright future of this career, a bad news suddenly came.

Father is dead!

When she first learned the news, Zidi's first reaction was to believe it.

"Maybe this is just my father's attempt to trick me into coming home?"

She never returned home in all these years.

But then, the fat tongue and many other elders wrote one after another, telling her this cruel truth.

Endless grief overwhelmed Zidi.

As much as Zidi hated her father, she never really thought that one day, she would learn of his death.

"He's the only one I have in the world. Zidi washed her face with tears.

The feeling of loneliness, dazedness, and insignificance was like an endless wave that swept through her heart.

Despite the fact that Zidi has become self-reliant over the years, she has been able to live independently in the city on her own.

Although all these years, she did not spend a penny of the money sent by her father.

It was only when her father actually died that she realized his true place in her heart, in her life.

Although she turned against her father, although she hated him, she also loved him deeply!

In the months that followed, the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce was in turmoil and fell into violent civil strife, with the powerful quickly carving up the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce's industry, and a large number of members of the Chamber of Commerce changed course and took the initiative or were forced to join others.

There were many letters to Zidi, and most of them were to persuade Zidi to stand up and protect the legacy left by the elder. Because according to tradition and the laws of the Empire, she is the sole heir of the Chamber of Commerce.

But Zidi ignored her, and she shrank in the Academy of Magic, never going out again. insisted on the task of the fish market for several years, but they were all abandoned.

She knew that the Academy of Magic was her safe haven, the only place that could shelter her at this stage and give her life safe.

Finally, in a few months, a gluttonous feast of many forces slowly came to an end.

The Wisteria Chamber of Commerce is almost only a name, and most of the valuable industries have become the property of others.

The Super Chamber of Commerce, which used to be infinitely beautiful, and the Big Mac with a strong tendency to catch up with and surpass the traditional six major chambers of commerce, has completely fallen into the dirt in just a few months.

There are those who sigh and sigh, there are those who are afraid, there are those who fall into the well, and there are those who are indifferent bystanders......

Finally, after the dust settled, Zidi left the Academy of Magic.

During this time, she hid in the Academy of Magic.

Now, she needs to attend her father's funeral.

"Little Zidi, no, don't feel guilty. You are right and right to do this, and those who persuaded you to come out before have ill intentions and want to use you to compete for more and more interests. Fat Tongue led a team of men and horses to meet her.

"But, but be careful, the predators are full, and the vicious piranhas are still swimming in the muddy waters. ”

After a few days of low-key walking, Zidi and her party came to the town at the foot of the mountain.

The town is full of conviviality, and a circus comes to the town to bring the townspeople one of the few things of the year to entertain them.

Clowns, fireworks, colorful balloons, puppet shows, brown bears stepping on barrels, dancing monkeys, and snake dancers from the East, playing the flute.

Zidi's carriage moved slowly through the crowd.

There was silence in the carriage, and sadness swelled in Zidi's heart.

Inside and outside the carriage are two distinct worlds.

Lifting the curtains, Zidi raised her eyes to see the manor on the hillside.

It used to be her home, and the estate doesn't seem to have changed much.

Her mind was filled with images of her childhood, her life on the estate, and the town. Every year when the circus arrives, she also visits in the company of the guards.

Even one parrot in the circus who performs smoking can amaze and fascinate the young her.

Now, she's back.

She has grown up, both in terms of age and experience.

The beautiful manor in the past reveals a sad atmosphere. The mysterious circus in my memory can no longer bring Zidi the surprise and emotion she had at the beginning.

Everything is already wrong.

The convoy slowly passed through the downtown area, where a group of children sat under a simple stage converted from a carriage. A puppet show is being staged on the stage, performing the story that Zidi loved to hear in her childhood—the princess, the demon and the knight.

Hearing those familiar lines, Zidi recalled the scene when she and her mother had come to visit the town together.

"Mom, the devil is so hateful, I will defeat it! I am very good at fighting, and the gardener's son is two years older than me, and he is no match for me. ”

Her mother laughed and said, "My little princess, fighting is not a lady's business. Don't worry, you don't have to make a move, you will have your knight, and he will guard you for the rest of your life. ”

"My knight?" Childhood Purple Tin's eyes flashed, "where is he?"

"Hmm...... Mom doesn't know. But one thing is for sure, he will definitely appear in your life. ”

"Mom, what's in that tent?"

"That's the soothsayer's tent. ”

"What is divination? I want to see it. ”

"It's too late, wait until next year Mommy brings it, okay? My sweet little princess, we should go home and sleep." Oh good. ”

"Oh......" Childhood Zidi lowered her head and replied reluctantly.

The convoy finally came to the end of the street, and after here, it was the mountain road. At the end of the mountain road is the manor.

A blue tent stood at the end of the street.

This is the soothsayer's tent, which is sparsely populated and deserted, in stark contrast to the other stalls of the circus.

Divination is a type of prophecy, and it is a very deep field of magic.

However, most of the folk soothsayers are chattering with gods and gods, and they are deceived and deceived. Perhaps because they come to the town every year, the townspeople know the fortune tellers in the circus and have no interest in visiting them.

"Stop, I'm coming down. Zidi suddenly opened her mouth in excitement.

She got out of the car and left the guards outside the tent.

The tent was dimly lit, and it seemed to deliberately create an atmosphere of mystery.

Zidi looked at the furnishings in the tent with interest, and the sharp eyes she had cultivated over the years immediately judged a lot of shoddy herbs, as well as a lot of imitation magic tools.

She was both disappointed and not surprised.

"Guest, what do you want to divination?" asked the soothsayer.

Zidi then cast her gaze.

The soothsayer is an old woman with deep wrinkles and a dark blue nine-pointed star painted in the center of her forehead.

She sat down very casually: "Please divination, the knight of my life, when will it come?"

The soothsayer began to fumble with the apparently counterfeit crystal ball on the low table, and muttered sounds that were difficult to hear, perhaps incomprehensible to herself.

The soothsayer's brow furrowed, and her voice grew more and more urgent, as if she were in a difficult situation.

Suddenly!

Her whole body twitched, and her eyes rolled up sharply, revealing only the whites of her eyes.

Bright red blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears!

She cried out in horror, "Ah...... Ahh

"I see it...... I see your destiny......"

"Your destiny...... There are no knights!"

"Only, only...... Ah!! a beast, no, a monster!"

"Monster !!"

Zidi was startled and subconsciously stood up.

The guards outside the tent heard the movement and immediately got in.

The soothsayer lay on the table, with white eyes in his sockets, and stretched out his old claw-like hand to grab Zidi.

The guards immediately stepped forward, and one of them had already drawn half of his sword.

"Stop, don't make a fuss. It's just an alarmist little trick. Zidi calmed down and laughed.

She tossed a silver coin and threw it on the low table.

"Here you go. ”

"Good performance. ”

She turned to leave, the guards following closely behind.