The 9th arrondissement is the famous ghetto of Cárdenas.

As the lowest level of the city, the sewage system has not been repaired here for the time being, so the residents here will take out the urine and feces accumulated in the toilet every morning and dump them into the streets and alleys, which makes the entire ninth arrondissement even more filthy and dirty, and people with status never come here.

It was already close to noon, and a second-floor window on the street opened, and a lazy woman who got up late struggled to pick up the toilet, rested it by the window, and poured it down without looking closely.

"Wow"

Yellow urine fell from the sky like a torrential rain, mixed with several pieces of black feces, and there was some red water in the urine, which should be a woman in this family who had menstruation.

"Huh"

The bucket of water poured right over Norman's head and poured it on him, drenching the upper half of his body, and a strong smell of urine followed.

"Scratch!"

The woman on the second floor was obviously very experienced, and when she saw that she had drenched someone, she quickly put the toilet back and lowered the window, and the whole action was almost instantaneous, so when Norman wiped his face with his hand, he looked up and saw nothing.

The street is sparsely populated, with only a handful of people.

The expressions on the faces of these people were originally stiff and their eyes were cloudy and dull, but they all grinned after seeing this scene, especially the ragged thin man who was half-lying on the ground against the wall in front of Norman in front of him, he was originally the most sad, but now he laughed out loud, rolling on the ground with his stomach in his arms, and the expression on his face was extremely happy.

There are some lowly people who live miserably here, and there is nothing in life that makes them happy, and probably only when they see someone who is more unlucky than them can they laugh.

They laughed and stared at Norman, who was supposed to walk by and stood still, waiting to see how Norman scolded the family upstairs, but they were doomed to disappointment.

Norman raised his head, his mouth open, and he saw that he was about to scold, but when the words came to his mouth, he didn't have the strength to send them out, so he could only swallow in the end, sighed, stretched out his right hand to his shoulder, swept off a piece of feces hanging on it, and then continued to walk forward, his eyes unfocused.

He really didn't have the strength to scold, this big man of more than one meter and eight meters, at this moment, the strength of his whole body seemed to be hollowed out, and the words he heard just now echoed in his ears.

Emma ?...... Oh, it's the Julius?...... They've lived here, but they've moved out a long time ago...... I don't know, it's definitely not in Cárdenas anyway, I heard they're going to Santa Vita......"

"No more in Cárdenas"

"No more in Cárdenas"......

The words kept repeating in his heart, tugging at his heart and torturing him to the point where he had no strength left.

Norman finally had an expression, and his eyes were desperate.

How can you not be there?!

This year's harvest in the village was not good, his father old Norman was starved to death, and seeing that the family food was not enough for him to last until the next year, he had to flee from the village of Ashley to Cárdenas, in order to find this old Norman's "Aunt Emma", how could she be gone?!

Ashley Village will definitely not be able to go back, he still owes Lord Barton this year's rent and has not paid it, this time he will definitely be arrested and beaten half to death by the agricultural officer, and he will basically be no one - the serfs in the village who are missing arms and legs have all broken their hands and feet in this way.

But staying in Cárdenas is not an option: he has been in Cárdenas for seven days, and in these seven days, in addition to finding the whereabouts of Aunt Emma's house, he has also learned a lot of rules in the city, such as a person like him, who does not know anything but farming, in a big city like Cárdenas, he cannot get a job, he can only lie on the side of the road and beg, and that kind of end is a dead end.

In the past few days, he has seen several beggars starving to death on the side of the road.

Desperate all the way, Norman walked unconsciously all the way, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had left the ninth arrondissement.

The sun always seemed to be very strong in Cárdenas, and after walking for half a day, Norman's urine had been dried, but the unpleasant smell of urine could not be dissipated, and there were several places on his clothes that had been hardened by sun-dried urine, as crisp as a plank, and a few strands of red hung on his body, which were dried menstrual blood.

When the passers-by saw Norman like this, they all walked around, and none of them were willing to approach, and the eyes that looked at him were all disdainful and sneering.

Apparently, this is another country dumpling that has been accidentally splashed with urine, which is always seen in Cárdenas.

"Goo-woo"

No matter how desperate and depressed Norman was, what should have come would always come, for example, his stomach, which had not eaten for three days, began to cramp and make a "cooing" sound, and he could clearly feel the last bit of fat on his stomach involuntarily trembling and jumping, pulling the tendons on his stomach, one by one.

I can't hold it anymore, I need to eat something.

Thinking so, Norman unconsciously touched his backhand to a hard object wrapped in cloth.

The bag, tied with cloth, contained all his belongings: a pot with a small slit missing, a garment that old Norman had ripped from him before he went into the ground, an iron head with a hand rake.

Originally, there were two packets of beans and a handful of purses, which he had eaten on the way here, and an iron head with a hoe that he had also sold to the blacksmith's shop, which was why he had been able to eat a little four days earlier.

Wok...... You still can't sell it?......

Norman's hand moved downwards to the iron head of the hand rake, touching it through the cloth.

Is that still selling this?

Just when Norman didn't know what to do, a man in front of him caught his attention.

He was now standing at an intersection, and in front of him to the left, there was a large wall with a lot of paper pasted on it.

He had never learned the alphabet and didn't know what was written on it, and now a man was walking up to the wall and sticking a piece of paper on it.

Norman's eyes widened suddenly, and his gaze instantly focused, staring firmly at the piece of paper.

What was written on that paper was a little different from the other pieces of paper.

On that piece of paper, there are several strange patterns.

These patterns may seem inexplicable to others, but they have a different meaning in Norman's eyes: from childhood to adulthood, he could always see similar patterns in his left eye, and at the same time he could hear many voices in his own heart, which were too loud and too loud, often giving him splitting headaches, and had tormented him for more than ten years.

Now, for example, he could see in his left eye that the pattern was constantly drifting by, and he was constantly hearing cacophony from his own mind, all of which were words he didn't understand.

“￥！@&......@*#......*￥%”

Fortunately, after more than ten years of experience, Norman has become more and more bearable, and basically will not be so noisy that his head hurts and rolls on the ground like when he was a child.

Norman walked two quick steps forward to the front of the wall, and when he looked closely, he saw that many of the patterns on it were indeed the same kind as what he saw with his left eye.

I don't know if the people who live in his heart can also see the outside things, but the patterns he sees with his left eye gradually change, and they all become the same patterns arranged on the paper, and the sounds he hears are all in the same tone and rhythm.

The man with the sticker noticed Norman's strange appearance, took a step back to the side, looked at Norman and frowned, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?......"

If it weren't for Norman's strange expression, he probably wouldn't have paid attention to this country bun that smelled of urine.

But the next moment, the man's eyes suddenly widened.

"Hiring an Old Language Family Teacher, Remuneration Interview, Address, Jordan Road, District 6, ......"

Norman subconsciously followed the voices he heard.

He had listened to this kind of voice for more than ten years, and he couldn't sleep peacefully, and he was dizzy from the torture, and he was already familiar with it. I didn't know what it meant, but it wasn't a problem for Norman to follow the sounds he heard.

"You're a mage?!"

Hearing the strange pronunciation as strange as Mr. Benson's, the man's voice was raised and sharpened, and he looked at Norman with an incredulous expression: Shouldn't a nobleman like a mage be as noble and elegant as Mr. Benson?

His hair was messy and knotted like a chicken nest, his face was black and yellow, there were eye droppings in his eyes, his nose hair was coming out, his beard was stubble, and even though his clothes were covered with patches, there were still several holes in his clothes, and the flesh inside could be seen - this guy didn't even wear underwear! Not to mention his big hands and arms covered with mud, the heavy smell of urine on his body, and even a small piece of black on his shoulder...... Combined with the smell of urine on this person's body, it can't be, right?

Could this be a mage?

Norman was just as puzzled as the man, frowning.

Mage?

The unfamiliar words that came out of the man's mouth made him wonder, and just as he was about to ask what the mage was, the man suddenly spoke again.

"Look at what I'm talking about, I'm damn bad, I even question your identity......"

The man apologized repeatedly, mostly startled by Norman's frown, and Mr. Benson's words flashed through his mind.

"I've heard people say, don't use the mage robes now, even the mage badges issued by the church are fake, so if you want to help your daughter find a real mage to teach her, you can't look at that, you can't tell the real from the fake...... Take this piece of paper and go, if you can read what I wrote, then you must be a mage, this is something that cannot be faked, and you will not be deceived. ”

Although he didn't seem to have anything to do with the mage, he could know and read the old language, and the pronunciation seemed to be similar to that of Mr. Benson, this big man must be a mage!

"This is not a place to talk, let's go to my house to talk, don't worry, Mr. Venerable Master, I will try my best to satisfy you, I just hope you can give me a chance to talk......"

The man chattered, and the words that Norman was about to say swallowed back.

His mind was all seized by "money".

This man wants to give him money?

The man chattered for a while, and finally asked, "What do you think, Mr. Mage?"

Norman recalled the majesty of Lord Barton, and tried his best to lengthen his face, and his face was wrenched, and he nodded, "Then let's go." ”

Since he has the money to take it, he will pretend to be a mage, and what if it is exposed......

When the time comes, it's a big deal to be arrested and beaten by the big man here in Cárdenas, anyway, I'm about to starve to death, and the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes!

In Norman's mind, the voices he heard were more and more noisy, and not as neat and uniform as when he had looked at the paper before, but very messy. If our Norman were a true mage, then he would be able to understand what these voices were saying.

"There is salvation, there is also Chinese in this world!"

"I finally hope to communicate with the anchor, 6666666"

"The .avi of the home tutor is online. ”

"This is a milestone in this live broadcast room!

"$%@(Mage)?What kind of profession is this?Is there a big guy who is proficient in the heterogenous to come out and translate? ”

"The transliteration is not wrong, but the big guy who has watched it for ten years also said that he doesn't know, and it is the first time I have heard this word in my impression, and it seems to be a great social status when combined with the language before and after, similar to that of the aristocracy? ”

"After eight years of self-taught pagan language masters, Ben Weak Chicken said that he could only understand a few simple words. ”

"Why don't any big guys who understand this language talk to the anchor?"

"At first glance, it's a new sailor, this anchor is illiterate, we don't have a dictionary of this language at all, just listen to it and understand how to send bullets without a dictionary and how to communicate?"

"Black big live broadcast room, don't come to the underage, I'm afraid you can't stand it, room number, 10029"

"What about the house management? ”

"Don't be kidding, where did this room management come from. ”......

Of course, even if Norman were a true mage and could read every word, he wouldn't understand what these voices were saying.