Even on Sundays, Neville doesn't turn away any student who comes to school. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info This is Neville's promise, and of course it is the promise of Storm Academy. Yes, no matter how much Neville is here with his teeth and claws, it's just relying on the Storm Academy behind him, and it's still an affiliated school in the end.

For a school or academy of witchcraft and wizardry, the library is a key criterion for judging their strength. Saza walked into Neville's library, which was seven stories high, but thankfully he didn't have to worry about the pain of climbing the stairs, as he could only go up to the third floor at most.

As he passed by the entrance of the library, the induction magic arrays on both sides flashed as they swept the school emblem on his chest, which was considered to be allowed to enter. It is around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, which is usually the time for visitors to go home, and they can meet students who are walking out one after another.

Each floor of the library was filled with tall shelves, and the shelves were packed with all kinds of books, and Saza was sure that if these shelves poured out the books inside, they would drown themselves, a real sea of books. Finding the book you need is no easy task.

Fortunately, Saza is a regular visitor to the area, and others may have to search for the books they want in the library according to the simple map of the book classification. Saza, on the other hand, has an easier way.

After entering the main entrance, Saza made a beeline for the counter on the first floor. Inside the counter, a bald old man was looking intently at the thick book on the table, the book was really thick, it was taller than five fists stacked together, and the old man's small head stood behind it and only happened to reveal a pair of pea-sized eyes.

"Giggles" Saza tapped the counter with her fingertips, which was already noise in the quiet of the library. "Bode, being an administrator like you probably doesn't want to have room for improvement in this life. He imitated the last lecture of the vice-principal: "Bode, I didn't pay you the silver coins to come here to open the books for me! Look at every book here! Otherwise, I guarantee you will shed tears bigger than your little eyeballs." "And the vice-principal is estimated to be at least twenty years younger than the old man who has lived most of his life in the library.

"Those induction magic arrays are not ornaments. Bode tilted his glasses and looked at Saza disapprovingly, saying that he could guess who it was just by listening to the sound of the wicked laugh. "What kind of books are you going to read today? Do the math, you haven't been here for a while, how did you figure it out? Are you going to give up magic and go to sea with your father?"

Saza waved his hand and smiled, playing with the delicate leaf bookmark on the table and said, "Going to sea is better than staying in this seventh-layer world for a lifetime, at least I can throw myself into the arms of the vast ocean." ”

The old man did not answer immediately, he took off his glasses, looked around, and sighed: "My ocean is not smaller than your Hanhai, and I have not been able to see its edge when I sailed to the top of the mountain. ”

"Okay, Captain Bode, can you give me books like the Horcrux Atlas before you lift anchor?" Saza said as he quickly stopped the old man's thoughts, and even such a cheerful old man could not avoid melancholy from time to time.

"What? Are you going to change careers to become an appraiser?" Don't underestimate appraisers, this is a popular profession, and you can't starve to death wherever you go with this craft. In this world, almost everyone can get their hands on one or more Horcruxes, but not everyone recognizes them. There will always be no less fools like Saza.

People with strong enough souls are able to understand the Horcruxes they are connected to, while most people don't. This is where the appraiser comes into play.

"Come on, I'm not that interested," Saza stretched out his left hand, and with an extension of his index finger, he put an extra ring on his finger out of thin air, which was one of the benefits of Horcruxes, which could be summoned from the soul at any time, or stored back. "I recently got a Horcrux, but I don't recognize it, so I'd like to look it up. ”

"Oh! Praise the Aeolane," Bode took Saza's hand by surprise, and looked at the ring with longing in his eyes, and kissed him.

Saza tugged back at his hand and asked, "Is this ring precious?"

"It's okay, it's excellent. ”

"Then you're excited!" said Saza, who didn't think he had gotten some kind of treasure. "Eh, why do you still have research on Horcruxes?" He had known the old man about a year ago because of their shared love for the Magic Pattern, so Saza had always thought that the Old Man was just concentrating on the study of the Magic Pattern.

"I love everything that is valuable. Bird's eyes hadn't left the ring yet, "If I want to study Horcruxes, I might be able to get a senior appraiser certificate." ”

Saza didn't have time to care if the other party was bragging, he was more concerned about what kind of Horcrux the ring on his hand was. "Don't be verbose, let's talk about what kind of Horcrux this is. He said.

"It's called the Beast Ring. Actually, you are indeed lucky to get it, it is a relatively rare kind of Horcrux. It has a great improvement in the wearer's magic power and elemental guidance ability, the key is that it can be used to cast a kind of deterrent power against the demonic beast, the stronger the magic infusion, the greater the deterrent. This is the ideal equipment for adventurers. ”

"Sounds pretty good. Saza looked at his Horcrux with delight.

Bode reminded him appropriately, "But at your current level, you can get at most one-fifth of its power, not to mention the matter of casting beast power." "Horcruxes are like that, as long as your soul has enough space for it, and your class meets the requirements of Horcruxes, you can have it. But how much power you can get and how much you can use it depends on the strength of your soul.

"That's fine!" But the old man's words didn't hit Saza at all, as long as the Horcrux was a good product, wouldn't it be a matter of time before he could control all of its power?

"You're a lucky boy, a commoner got a Horcrux so early, tell me, where did you get it?" said Pod when Saza's excitement had passed, and he folded his hands to listen to a young man's story. He just likes to talk to young people, which makes him feel like he's all infected by that exuberance.

With the old acquaintance, of course, Saza didn't have any reservations, it was not a big deal, and he was not in a hurry for the week, so he sat down and told the old man about his experience of entering the mountain this time.

"In other words, you got this ring from the Vicious Wolf of the Demonic Beast?" suddenly asked after listening to the whole story excitedly.

"yes. ”

"Then I take back what I said before. Man, you're not lucky. This ring is perhaps the worst item that has ever appeared in the Vicious Wolf's Soul Miracle. This thing, as long as it is a third-order demonic beast's soul miracle, can appear. Bode's words are very direct, he is like that, and he will never distort the facts in the book.

Generally speaking, the items that can appear in each Monster Soul Miracle are fixed, and each Soul Miracle will only appear in one of them, so what exactly can be obtained is indeed a matter of luck.

"Who cares?" Saza touched the ring, "I didn't figure it out anyway. Bad luck doesn't count on me. "What's more, the most important thing is not what it is, but what it means. He added in his heart.

The old man patted Saza on the shoulder, and he said, "It's better to have less experience in such a thing, it's too dangerous." Maybe next time, you won't be able to sit here like this and tell me your story. Bode, who was still enthusiastic a second, suddenly said in a deep voice at this time.

Yes, different people can read different experiences from the same story, and what the old man said is what he read. He reads only the danger of being attached to passion, the death of a heartbeat, and the reality of clash with emotion. He didn't read the happiness, sorrow, and growth that Saza got from it, and he didn't see the friendship between the monkey and Saza. All he said was "It's too dangerous." "Even if it's really for Saza's sake.

But that's why Saza will never think of him as his best friend, they are good friends, but they will never be close friends who can make friends with each other, because in a way, they are two kinds of people.

This old man is cute, but he also has fatal flaws in his character. This may be why he can only look at this seven-story house all his life and let all his dreams live in books, instead of going out of here to make everything come true.

The edge of the civilian area

After a day's rest, Monchi felt much better, although his body was not so strong, but he did not suffer any serious injuries this time, except for some pain on the tip of his tongue.

He walked over to the table and chewed some crumbs of bread, which quickly crumbled in his mouth. Take a sip of water to make his mouth a little sweeter, so that he can swallow it well. After a few more bites, he stopped when he felt his hunger go away.

Today's weather was nice and perfect for drying clothes, and the clothes that were drying outside the house were quickly dried. When he took it back into the house, he would put some yang flower petals between the clothes, so that the clothes would not only not be contaminated with the musty smell of the house, but would have a faint fragrance.

Even though his world may have collapsed a long time ago, he knows how to live, and he asks himself to live like that, no matter what he will become under the oppression of life, but he must give himself an attitude to life.

"Bang bang bang" There was a rough knock on the door in the quiet cabin. With such a knock on the door, you can use your ass to know who is coming.

Monchi opened the door that shook violently, as if he might not be able to support it if he was a step too late to be knocked down.

"Monchi, are you ready for this month's rent?" asked the homeless man who knocked on the door, holding on to the plank with one hand in one hand. Waiting for an answer with him were four or five homeless men behind him.

Yes, there are still people in this donated housing area who collect rent, and the rent is collected by homeless people who have nothing to do with these houses, and they may be the earliest occupants of these houses.

But so what? If he wants to live, he has to follow the rules here. Do you ask the mayor to deal with the problem? Or do you talk to the local sheriff?

"The money is here. Monchi replied in a whisper, and he handed over a silver coin, and the school would give him a living allowance of two silver coins a month. Even he didn't want to believe that he was saving money just to transfer money to these scumbags.

"Good boy. The man rubbed Monchi's long hair as if he were rewarding his pet.

Watching the homeless man take away his silver coins was not the most humiliating thing for Monch, but the most humiliating thing was that he felt a sense of lightness, even joy, when he saw the satisfied smiling faces of those parasites.

Damn!