Norman was not a casual robber.

For this robbery, he carefully planned for a long time and made a lot of preparations, for example, the selection of the target of the robbery.

According to Peggy's words, there are two types of people who have knowledge of ancient languages: mages like Mr. Benson, and students like Peggy. In terms of the amount of mastery of the old saying, a mage like Mr. Benson obviously has a much greater mastery, but according to Peggy, the mage has a mysterious power that he cannot understand, and it is likely that he killed that mysterious power before he even succeeded in the robbery, so the mage target was directly excluded by Norman.

Then the only ones left are the students.

Norman learned 48 ancient languages from Peggy, so he was confident that he could learn more from other students. However, how to choose students' goals is obviously also a matter that needs to be considered.

Mr. Benson's students are not an option, and it would be easy for them to lose their lucrative job with Peggy. And for the sake of safety, even the students of the mages near Mr. Benson's residence could not choose, so the target was ruled out quite a bit. Finally, the goal is to be a place that people like yourself who have not been in Cárdenas for a long time can find accurately, and it should be eye-catching.

When this is done by removing one item at a time, the goal is obvious.

Mr. Franklin's students, this is what Norman finally chooses after sifting through the information he gets from Peggy's mouth.

Geographically, Mr. Franklin's residence is on the east side of the Third Ward, and Mr. Benson's residence is on the west side of the Third District, and the two are far from each other, and they are safe without fear of being known to Peggy through various channels; Such a brightly colored house is also very rare in the 3rd arrondissement, so it is easy to recognize.

With these two things, Norman is now standing here, shouting "robbery!" to the four guys on the other side.

And when Norman shouted "robbery", the four teenagers of different ages on the opposite side were stunned, as if the situation had developed beyond their expectations.

However, these guys usually fight a lot, and they don't panic when they see this situation, and after being stunned for a while, they all laughed again when they looked at Norman's lonely figure.

It's like looking at a fool.

Also, 1 robbed 4, and he took a pot without taking a weapon, and it was still a bad pot with a missing mouth! Isn't this stupid? He thinks he's a mage or a knight?!

Among the four, the tallest young man at the head, Jiao Erlang, stood there and said jokingly: "I think you are looking for the wrong person......

Before he finished speaking, Norman had already rushed up with a gust of wind, and smashed the cauldron on the young man's head!

The young man did fight a lot often, reacted very quickly, and subconsciously took a step back, plus Norman was not very close to them before, and it took time to rush over, so this time he was actually flashed by.

The young man was shocked and angry, but he didn't expect the other party to start directly without saying a word, and he didn't grind, and shouted: "Go!" Then several people threw down their satchels and surrounded Norman, punching and kicking.

Norman's way of fighting was savage: he didn't hide from the fists of these guys, allowing them to fall on him, and he just stared at the tallest young man in front of him, his eyes fierce and his pot wielding fiercely.

Now that he was close, the young man could no longer dodge, and was hit by Norman's pot again and again, and after only a few breaths, he had already been beaten to the ground with a blue nose and swollen face, and finally was kicked by Norman and collapsed to the ground.

But Norman still didn't let him go, and let the guys beat him behind his back, kicking and beating the young man on the ground like crazy, and the young man who hit him screamed, and finally held his head in his hands and curled up on the ground like a shrimp and kept shouting "Stop fighting!", Norman finally stopped, but he didn't rest for a breather, and turned to the young man on his left, who looked only slightly shorter than the young man, and waved the pot again......

These little young masters who are pampered in the city, and even if they fight, they are all to the point, obviously have not seen Norman's deadly wild dog fighting, and Norman's fierce and terrifying eyes that are almost not like people are even more terrifying, directly weakening their combat effectiveness by five points.

They don't have the will to fight, they don't have the opponent to fight so desperately, they don't have the opponent's strength - damn it, it's all because of the funny robes, they don't even see how strong the opponent's body really is! That muscle is harder than iron!

What's more, the other party still has a "murder weapon" in his hand, and soon these little young masters were all beaten and lay on the ground with their heads in their hands.

"Whirring ......"

The tallest young man slowly removed his hands from his head and looked at Norman.

In the end, it was 1 to 4, and Norman was also a little injured: his left side of his face was red and slightly swollen, the corner of his right mouth was bloodshot, and the clothes on his body were even more wrinkled, as if he had been wheeled by eighteen big men, but overall, it was still much better than the guys lying on the ground.

The guys on the ground, except for the youngest Norman, didn't do much, the others all had blue noses and swollen faces, and two of their brains were packed.

"Get all your money out!"

The tallest young man looked at Norman, thinking that something would come out of Norman's mouth next—he had even thought about how many copper assays he was going to hide and how many copper ass he was going to take out, but Norman's words made them all stunned.

"Get out of your textbooks!"

Norman yelled viciously at the guys.

The word "textbook" was he learned from Peggy.

Take out the textbooks?

The young men lying on the ground were stunned, and their minds were a little dazed—were they robbed in the alley or in Mr. Franklin's study?

Seeing that they were not moving, Norman raised his voice again.

"Hurry up!"

As he spoke, he raised the pot in his hand and frightened him.

In the group fight just now, the pot has become the demon in the minds of these little young masters, so they were all shocked when they saw Norman lifting the pot and eager to try, and then crawled to the place where his satchel was thrown down, and took out their textbooks from it, and raised them in front of Norman like a tribute, but they were all shocked in their hearts: The current robbers have stopped robbing money and robbed textbooks?

Norman took the textbook from the tallest young man, opened it, and read it.

It is said to be a textbook, but it is actually a student's notebook.

According to Peggy, the teaching methods of the Mages in Cárdenas are much the same, they are taught by the teachers one ancient language after another, and the students record this knowledge in their own textbooks. As for the kind of books that contain a lot of knowledge of ancient languages...... That's a very precious thing, only a mage like Mr. Benson can have, and among the students, probably only the children of Grand Duke Lake can have it, right?

Not this one.

The first thing Norman got his hands on was a math textbook, which was full of strange symbols, which he couldn't read or bothered to read, so he threw it aside.

"Change a copy. ”

After changing two books like this, he finally got the ancient language textbook he wanted.

As Peggy said, each mage's teaching direction is indeed different, so when this young man's textbook is casually opened, there are a few ancient words that he does not recognize. But at the same time, there are also commonalities in teaching, and there are still many old sayings that he knows.

What else can a savage robber look like?

The tallest young man looked at Norman's pretense and couldn't help but sneer in his heart, and at the same time a little proud: this is an old saying, and it is the noble knowledge that belongs to the mages!

But the next moment, his jaw was directly startled, and he couldn't close it.

"Fist, meal, fight, car, sweat ......"

The savage robber suddenly spoke, and read the old language from the textbook, and the pronunciation sounded more pure and pleasant than that of Mr. Franklin?!

The four young masters were shocked by this incredible scene, first in a trance, and then looked at each other.

In these years, do you have to learn the old language to be a robber?