People are happy to chase the light, but that doesn't stop people from using the darkness more skillfully. www.biquge.infoPerhaps it is based on this reason that there is such an unreasonable room in the Archmage Tower, and one reason for saying that this room is unreasonable is the outrageous waste of space - the whole room is only placed in the center of a chaise longue, and there is no other furniture. Another irrationality of this room is that it is dark all year round, but not because it is not used.

The room is now almost completely dark, and if you had just stepped here from the light, you would have mistaken it for no one because you couldn't adjust to the sudden change in light and shadow. In fact, there was someone in the room at the moment, sitting in a chaise longue, looking straight at the ceiling painting that swirled, changed, and shone like a kaleidoscope.

The guy in the recliner was actually over twenty-five years old, but because of his baby face, he looked much younger than his actual age, and his short straight black hair and pale complexion were one of the main culprits that made him look more tender.

Let's call this guy a babyface. The babyface's expression at the moment looked very wooden, as if he had been deeply hypnotized, but suddenly, his face began to twitch slightly, and his two hands began to unconsciously scratch the handles on the chaise longue, and finally, his convulsions spread to his whole body, and a lot of cold sweat broke out all over the body. Just as he was on the verge of collapse, the pitch-black room suddenly lit up, and light poured out from the four walls of the room like a stream of water, and the ceiling painting of the room stopped changing and rotating when it lost its light. At the same time, several robed men poured into the room, slapping their baby-faced faces and nervously calling out, "Dulag, Dulag, wake up!"

The babyface, known as Durag, let out a breath as if he had just woken up from a dream, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, then looked at the people around him with still blank eyes and asked, "How long has it been?"

"Oh, it's been an hour. It's a big improvement from the last time. One comforted.

"But, we have to regret to say, Durag, that you still haven't passed the magical ethics test......"

Durag's whole face instantly fell, and he said in his heart in sync with the examiner in front of him: "We suggest that you do not leave Mufa City for the time being until you pass the magical ethics test, of course, we will not restrict your freedom, but if you are criticized in other countries because of your status as a mage, you will not be protected by the four northern countries represented by Mufa City." ”

Although it is only a day's drive from Mufa City, the Archmage Group Tower has become the most desirable place in the entire Mufa City, and it also has a lot of speculation. The towering, sharpened tops of the towers are a wonderful contrast to the fools who want to be among them with their dreams of being mages, but in fact, many of the mages who are lucky enough to stay in them are trying to get the "qualifications" of the archmage tower, just as it is often said that "those outside the city want to enter the city, and those inside the city want to leave the city".

The so-called "Permitted Qualification" is a paper certification issued by Mu Fa City, and the full name is "Mu Fa Cheng Mage Self-Discipline Recognition Certificate", of course, everyone prefers to use the word "license" or "good mage license" to replace the full name that is both verbose and awkward.

Like all other mages who expect the protection of the state, the respect they deserve, not suspicion and suspicion, Durag wanted this license very badly. After all, in the general direction, with this paper proof, you are equivalent to a nationalized and trustworthy conscience caster, not the kind of wizard who runs outside, is put on the door of his head without paying attention, and only has no pen on his face The word "black cauldron". From the perspective of private welfare, there is another advantage of having a "license", that is, you can enjoy free meals and discounted accommodation at all accommodation locations in the four northern countries and some hotels in other countries. What else do you want to explain? Decent, really decent! Easy to use, good mage license is easy to use!

The problem is that in order to get this "license", you must go through the assessment and certification of the Great Law Tower, and one of the major problems that keeps Durag from the door of the "good mage" is the magical ethics trial.

Which bastard is this kind of assessment designed?!, Durag said over and over again in his heart.

In fact, in all fairness, Durag admits that the caster must pass the moral and ethical test, because mages who lack moral ethics are likely to do some unthinkable and even destroy the country, and there are many such examples, such as the research of the Sans Order on necrophylaxis in 243 A.D., the appearance of the Lich in 260 A.D., and the ......explosion of the Cursed Stone in 195 A.D. The problem is that it's all the guys who study dark magic, and the spells they are involved in have nothing to do with dark magic, so why do you have to be unlucky with them and accept this damn magical ethics trial?!

However, there are many things in the world that have no logic or reason in the first place, for example, why the stars are called stars and not poop, if you have to find a reason, blame everything on politics, dirty politics is suitable for explaining all irrational phenomena, and it is invincible.

While thinking about it in his heart in a depressed way, while pacing slowly like a wandering spirit, Durag had unknowingly arrived at the streets of the famous school district of Mufa City. Because there is still a full month before the next magical ethics trial, Durag has already made up his mind to go back to the city to recuperate his brain, and by the way, visit his old classmates who are still exploring their potential in the intermediate academy. Well, every time he sees these guys, Durag feels a mysterious sense of self-superiority. It's a surprisingly wonderful feeling, and maybe it will give him the inspiration to tackle the next trial. When he thought about it, Durag, who had a gloomy face, actually showed a shallow, but undoubtedly very beaten smile.

The reason for Durag's sinister laughter stems from the exaggerated rumors of countless people about the Murfa City Academy, as well as the fanatical fantasies of a handful of people about mage dreams. The reason why the city's decision-makers have put up various titles involving magical terms (such as the Hall of the Elements, the Corridor of the Wise, and the Realm of Meditation) for different schools is to give people the expectation that more people will be involved in order to sift out real gold through the great waves of sand.

What is the ratio of seawater to real gold?

Unlike the poor students who have no hope but are always trying to push their potential, Durag's talent comes with blood—and although he looks like a normal person on the surface, he has dragon blood in his veins. Of course, this secret must not be known to others. Then again, it's not just the casters who want to dig up the real gold, so if you don't believe it, take a look at the city, see the city at night, see the intricate and interesting tools used by the citizens, look at the amazing buildings, and see the occasional airship that crosses the sky...... These are not all products of magic, but science that the ignorant do not understand. By the way, most of Mufa City's amazing magical exports have nothing to do with magic, but the merchant will never tell you about it.

The sun is still shining at dinner time in Mufa City, but there are hardly any people on the streets of the school district, after all, it is the time to enjoy delicious food and reunion, and it may take an hour and a half to see pedestrians who have come out to eat, of course, a few mages and tricksters who have behaved erratically because of failed exams. Just as Durag was about to wander to his old classmate's dormitory, two imps from the junior school slowly passed by him with a four-wheeled cart piled with a herringbone ladder and a large stack of lampshades, and after seeing Durag's robe, the little ones bowed to him in awe.

O mage! Whoever is really in the city of Mufa and dreams of being a mage sees them as objects of worship for themselves, oh no, rather, as mascots.

I don't know what good things these two little ghosts have done to be punished for changing the lampshade on the street lights on the streets of the school district at dinner time?

Durag, with a smirk on his face, waved his hand indifferently. He watched as two little imps that were less than his chest trembled and set up a herringbone ladder, and just a few steps after turning around and walking away, he heard an exaggerated ghost scream. Thinking that something had happened, Durag turned around and said that it was too late and that it was too fast, only to hear a "bump", and something the size of hail hit him on the forehead, and the impact was so great that his neck was crooked to the side. Durag reached out and touched the corner of his forehead, and something non-bloody but slimy dripped down his sideburns onto his body, it shouldn't have been hail. When Durag's body controlled his nose twitching on its own, Durag instantly realized that he had been shot—or a damn "bird shit bomb"!

The invention of the "bird droppings bomb" proves that human beings often use their wisdom in crooked places because of the impulse of the moment. Slightly smaller than an egg, the fragile shell is filled with the thrower's ingenious filler liquid, which is conspicuous, smells bad, and cannot be washed off! Durag's baby face was naturally blue with anger, and he completely forgot that when he was a bear child, he used to hide in a dark corner and use "bird poop bombs" to play other people's butts.

However, his childhood experience made him immediately lock on to the location of the evildoer! Good fellow, he actually did it when his little friend was punished, Durag looked at the unlucky ghost standing on the herringbone ladder and covering his buttocks, and his heart gave birth to the same hatred and hatred.

Little friend, I will avenge your revenge!

Durag whispered a spell, of course, in the city of Mufa is not allowed to cast spells to attack ordinary people, even if it is only a little punishment. However, the law does not mention that the caster cannot use life-saving or protective magic to strengthen himself in a different direction, and then give the old fist to the person who needs to be educated. So, if a guy who delves into dark magic encounters this situation, there is a good chance that he will use protective magic to temporarily cover his fist with crystalline armor, and then punch out the front teeth of several imps, as for Durag, a mage of the Yang Flame system......

At the end of the spell, Durag assumed a running position, and then, at a cheetah-like speed (in fact, that was just Durag's own feeling, he was just faster than the average person) rushed to the two troublemakers, grabbed them by the ears with one hand, and pulled them out from behind the trees. Being able to use a life-escape magic so skillfully made Durag feel a little proud.

"Good job, little villains?" Durag sneered, "I actually used bird poop bombs to carry out a sneak attack when my classmates were punished, I thought no one could control you, right?" Which teacher did you discipline you?Let me guess, bearded Frans?Is it Ichette who reads The History of Magic in class?Or Carl Owen?" Durag pronounced out a series of names of people whose teachers had left a very strong impression on Dulag as a child.

"It's Ms. Kimberly, who teaches logic. ”

Two of the junior students who had been sent to change their lampshades on the street of the school kindly gave Durag a wake-up call, and one of the imps further advised, "If Ms. Kimberly knew that they had the audacity to smash a bird poop bomb in your face, she would never let them go!"

Is this inducing me to carry these two little villains to sue the gang? Durag glanced sideways at the mouthy little ghost, and couldn't help but think in his heart, at a young age, he actually learned to play tricks and politics like adults, do your parents know?

He coughed and let go of the two little ones, who were both apprehensive and frustrated. Then he reprimanded the junior student who was being punished in an unkind tone: "No matter how bastard these two little villains are, it wasn't the two of them who were punished to change their lampshades on the street of the school today, figure out your own position, and now go and change your lampshades immediately!"

"As for you!" Durag turned his attention back to the little villains who had soiled his clothes after sending off the two punished troublemakers. The two little ones, apparently bewildered by Durag's uncertainties, looked at Durag's white teeth glowing in the setting sun, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

I only heard Dulag say word by word: "Give me all your bombs!"