An unnamed alley sixty meters to the left of 53 Pound Street in the 3rd arrondissement

This alley is sandwiched out of the walls of the houses on both sides, and no one has the door open inside, so there are few people walking around the alley, and in the past two days, it has almost become a temporary office of Norman in the Third Ward.

Now he's sitting inside, leaning against the wall, and the package he's been carrying on his back is set aside.

“...... What a stingy guy,"

In the alley alone, Norman complained to himself: "He drank most of the ale and ended up sleeping in it for two nights......"

He had been pestering Thomas for a long time yesterday, and in the end, until both of them had drunk the barrel of ale, and Thomas still did not agree to let him sleep in Thomas's house. And Thomas himself didn't sleep in it, but still slept outside that night, what a weirdo.

After complaining about the old drunkard, Norman remembered the group of people who had come down from the sky.

"That's a spell......"

Unlike the so-called "life-changing spell" that Norman fooled Peggy, the people who used last night were obviously real spells, so they were able to fly down from the sky without falling to their deaths.

Peggy had said that the power of spells could "make a storm blow in a clear sky and cause a silent volcano to erupt in an instant", but Norman didn't think so, thinking that the little girl was exaggerating, or that her other teacher, Mr. Benson, was also fooling her - Norman didn't believe that human power alone could do such an incredible thing.

But yesterday's events had brought Norman back to the face of the power of spells: even things that Norman had never dared to think of before had happened, such as making people fly like birds, and what could spells not do?

"I really want to feel the power of the mage for myself......"

Norman muttered to himself, unconsciously reaching out his hands in front of him.

He looked at his hands, and a thought came to him. Then, he stood up, looked left and right as carefully as a thief, and after making sure that there was no one in front of or behind the alley, he stood in place with a solemn expression, and after recalling it, he sang in a low and solemn voice: "Great and great platform, your faithful believers pray for the glimmer of light ...... the four groups."

In the past few days of private instruction to Peggy, Norman has looked at the piece of paper with spells written on it more than once. With the help of the mages in his body, he had memorized the spell so well that he could say it right now. And often after a few days of "studying", his level of ancient language has improved, and a small half of this spell can be understood and understood, which also gives him the certainty and urge to try again.

While reciting this incantation, Norman was so engrossed that he noticed something different from before!

He remembered that the last time he recited the incantation at Peggy's house, nothing had happened, just like he normally spoke, but this time he had just started reciting the incantation, and something seemed to move in his body!

It's hard to describe, and if anything, it's like there's a little stuff in his head. As he chanted the incantation, the puddle flowed!

At the same time, there seemed to be something else in his head, and this little puddle of stuff flowed into such a thing...... It's hard to understand, and to use an analogy, it's like Norman has an empty cask in his head and a puddle of ale. As Norman chanted the incantation, the pool of ale flowed into the empty barrel, but there was so little ale that before Norman could finish chanting, it all flowed into the barrel and there was nothing left.

“...... Please come down!"

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A breeze swirled around Norman's stupid hand in front of him, and the alley fell silent.

Norman remained motionless in the same position as before, his eyes rolling around, and he looked left and right for a long time.

Nothing happened.

"Alas......"

Norman sighed and withdrew the two hands he had just put in front of him.

Just now, after he was keenly aware of the difference between his body and the previous one, he thought that he could successfully launch the spell this time, but he didn't expect it to be the same, nothing could be activated, which made him frown and think hard: how did the spell be activated? Didn't he already recite the spell completely? What else was missing?......

Norman just sat in the alley and thought hard, and before he could figure it out, there was a sound of footsteps at the entrance of the alley, which made Norman temporarily retract his mind and set his eyes on the past - today's "learning" is about to begin again.

In a few days, Norman has moved away from the low-end pattern of public robbery on the first day, and has risen to the high-end pattern with spokespersons, that is, the so-called little brothers: Bernie, Baker, Pinault, these guys who were robbed by him on the first day are now his little brothers, they volunteered to find "broilers" to rob Norman of ancient language knowledge, Norman only needs to sit here every day and wait, everything is incredible.

And what is even more incredible is that none of the students who were brought in by them to let Norman rob the knowledge of ancient languages were dissatisfied, and even more so they could not be seen scolding and even using their hands and feet, on the contrary, those guys were all smiling, and they all had flattering smiles on their faces.

Do all these people in the city have a hobby of being robbed?

Norman was a little confused, but it wasn't his business, he just needed to get the knowledge. Of course, every time after the robbery, he would "help" these poor people who were robbed to look at their ancient language homework - the ancient language has the most words, and there are also word meanings and explanations. Of course, none of this is a problem for Norman, as long as the range of ancient languages is within the scope of the ancient languages he has learned, they can be easily solved.

Everything went so well.

If this continues, there should be no problem in passing the entrance exam to the church school in a month?......

Norman thought about it and saw that people were coming in at the entrance of the alley as usual, but unlike usual, there was something wrong with the people who came.

Seeing the comer, Norman's eyes, which were still sloppy just now, suddenly sharpened, bent and raised, and quickly grabbed his package from the ground and was about to run in the opposite direction, but he just turned around and stopped again before his left leg could be taken.

There were also two people on the other side of the alley.

Norman had no choice but to turn his body back, looking at the two people from the alley, with a smile on his face, but he had already scolded in his heart: Bernie, Beck, Pino, don't let Lao Tzu touch you again, otherwise I will beat you so that you don't even know your mother!

I saw the two people who came from the alley, one was quite fat and the other was very thin.

The fat one was wearing a red and white riding coat, Norman had also known him in the past two days, and knew that this was the uniform of Sheriff Cárdenas, and the thin one was wearing a loose gray robe, with a small beard, triangular eyes, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance.

Franklin Wood, through the past few days of wandering around the Third District, Norman has come to know the triangular, the owner of the Red House, the Venerable Mage.

He robbed his students, and he finally came to the door.