"Oops! The way the elf laughed was a mesmerizing one. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info eyes are really charming!"

"I heard that many of the elves over there in Elada are from the elven royal family!"

"No wonder I wrote lyrics like this, uh-huh, I'm a bird in a shell...... This is the melancholy of the declining aristocracy!"

Due to the Treasure Trade Fair, the monthly Magic Trial assessment was suspended for a month. For some time before the next assessment, Durag, who lived in the city temporarily, was tormented by such remarks from his fellow women almost every day, and when these low-level gossips finally subsided, the city of Mufa ushered in the famous migratory bird season.

In a way, the migratory bird season is also a scenery in Mufa City, but the elements that make up this scenery are the flowing crowds, and this scenery only appears in autumn, winter, and the alternating seasons of winter and spring. At this moment, except for some academies and institutions located in the Archmage Tower, which are still operating, all the schools in the city are closed for the holidays. Groups of students, teachers, and caravans set out from Mufa City on their way home, some of them returning to their homes in Dasra or further north before the snow covered the mountain, while others made their way south through Akashiro or along the eastern foothills of the Crown Mountains into the Vitos Federation. All in all, Mufa City will become very quiet for a period of time, and such a quiet moment, I am afraid that some people in the city have been looking forward to it for a long time, but people are changeable creatures, once they get used to the hustle and bustle, it is difficult to adapt to the sudden desertion......

As usual, Durag had been in his room until dawn before stretching out the door, but when he saw the deserted lobby of the inn and the somewhat bleak streetscape, he couldn't help but feel melancholy. Fode is back to his hometown in the north, and Delwin, the southern barbarian, has gone back to his south, and the world is completely quiet, and there is no need to worry about the funny feasts and disgusting oyster drinks!

Durag suddenly felt that staying in the city was no different from staying in the Great Fata. Actually, there is a difference, at least there is no restaurant for left-behind people like Durag, and there is no lonely New Year's feast - since he broke off from his adoptive parents, Durag has visited a restaurant called Lone Ranger and the Dragon, ordered a New Year's dinner, and listened to the boss talk about his tragic adventures and love history. Seriously, the boss's unlucky "experience" really survived!

Before he knew it, Durag was pacing to the door of the Lone Ranger and the Dragon, and he looked up at the wooden sign that was swaying in the wind on the exterior wall of the restaurant, and saw that the little man painted on the sign seemed to be standing in the dragon's mouth and picking the dragon's teeth......

The boss has a new sign this year. Rag thought. He estimated that the thing in the villain's hand should not be a "toothpick", obviously, the boss's level of drawing signs is really extraordinary, but fortunately, the dishes in this restaurant are quite authentic. Now that you've come here, why don't you just go in and have a meal?" But at this moment, Durag heard an incongruous sound coming from the restaurant, and he almost subconsciously withdrew his hand and stood on the right side of the door, only to hear a loud "bang", and a figure suddenly slammed open the wooden door of the restaurant and rolled down the three-grid staircase in front of the door.

Durag turned around in surprise to see that the owner of the Lone Ranger and the dragon had just flipped over from his lying on the ground, and he didn't stand up, but touched his bruised and scratched face, and then pointed to the door of the store and cursed.

"You son of a bitch shrew, why are you with your mouth so wide open? Waiting for someone to fill you with dung? Actually, there is no need, you are a rolling ball of dung, a symbiote of cockroaches. Hey, watch your saliva! that thing can crawl maggots wherever it drops......"

Durag couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth as he listened to the boss spit out a lot of vicious curses without changing his breath. He didn't know that the boss of the Lone Ranger and the Dragon was not only well-made up of adventures, but also could scold people like that...... Uh, ingenuity. Durag was suddenly very curious about what the scolded person looked like, what was a half-garlic clove nose, so he looked back into the store, and saw a middle-aged woman about the same age as the boss standing at the door.

To be honest, this woman is ordinary and disappointing, and it doesn't match the boss's scolding at all. But the sight behind the woman was quite spectacular—the lone ranger and the dragon were trampled by hundreds of bulls in heat, the furnishings of the shop were crooked, the cups and plates were shattered, and a few helper-like guys stood trembling in the corner, occasionally crooking their necks to look sympathetically at the boss who had fallen outside the shop.

"Your glasses are as wide as brass bells, what? Do you want me to knock you twice? I'm not interested in doing anything to a rolling ball of dung. The boss sarcastically said again. This sentence finally detonated the monstrous anger of ordinary women. I saw her rush out in three steps and two steps, and then slapped the boss in the face with a round shoulder, followed by a second and a third ......

From time to time, Durag could hear his boss intermittently scolding "shrew!" in the midst of the crackling beatings, but later on, the word "shrew" sounded like "uncle". Gradually, a crowd began to gather around the shop, and everyone was silent or whispering something with their mouths covered, and the woman finally beat softer and softer, but the shopkeeper's scolding gradually rose up, as if a triumphant song of victory was played, and Durag heard the dissonance of himself in the "triumphant song", and his stomach was rumbling with hunger. Durag finally couldn't help but say to the woman who was riding the tiger, "Hey, if you continue to fight, his face will be the same as the adjective that scolds you." This sentence seemed to touch the woman, and she suddenly stopped her hand, and then covered her face and squeezed away from the crowd and ran out.

"Vixen, you're fighting like this now!" the boss yelled at the woman's back, bringing the one-sided battle to an end. It was only then that a few helpers in the store finally ran out to support their boss.

What is this? The starving Durag couldn't help but draw a big question mark in his mind. He looked at the boss with a pig's head suspiciously, but he didn't expect that the boss was actually looking at him.

"Sorry man! The Lone Ranger and the Dragon are closing. When the boss passed by Durag, he suddenly smiled at Durag that was worse than crying. Durag was stunned, and he watched in amazement as the boss turned his head, looked at the messy store, and slammed the door slammed.

"Ouch! it hurts, this woman is so hot, can't you damn it lighter if you drag me up?"

"If you scold a few words, won't Madame, she beat you hard?"

"What do you know? Scolding can stop the pain, I can do it in my body! I can't cure her, and I have to scold her? Get out of the way!"

The boss's scolding voice and the clerk's grunting whining voice reached Durag's ears through the wooden door.

It's really a life failure. Durag couldn't help but curse in his heart, and when he turned around, he saw that the crowd of good things had dispersed, and the streets that had just gathered a little popularity had returned to a lonely state, which made Dulag's grunt from hunger in his stomach seem particularly loud. Durag suddenly realized that he was not a failure in life, and that damn torturous magic trial exam was simply an invincible fate!

"I can't cure her, and I have to scold her?" Durag suddenly felt a punch in the heart......

A month later, Durag was holding in one hand what had been made of a piece of black gold leaf with only a few lines of words engraved on it.

Certificate of self-discipline of the mage of the wooden law city

Awarded to Durag Recher

Awarded in the year 244 of the Lost Sea Calendar

Is this the "license"?, Durag's face was twisted and full of hatred. The examiner in charge of supervising him took a look at the mage's back, and then wrote a peculiar note on his own record.

"I've never had such a noisy mage in my life, and he used foul language for six hours, but judging by the display of various vital signs, he was not out of order in the exam. Since he had already been tested many times, and that none of us wanted to endure 6 hours of verbal assault again, I and the other examiners agreed that he had passed the test. In fact, I personally think that a Yang Flame Faction mage who specializes in healing and protective magic does not need to accept this kind of assessment at all, but the rules are the rules. ”

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