The vast earth, the huge city, the hurried crowds, the vehicles coming and going, the constantly flashing brilliant neon, the night sky seems to be tired of resistance, with dark clouds to cut off the impetuosity of human beings, with the cold to cut off the prosperity of the earth. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a corner of the city, in front of a ubiquitous food stall, the porter crossed Erlang's legs, drank beer, and ate spicy skewers, his mouth full of smudges, and his eating was extremely poor.

The porter threw away the bamboo skewers in his hand and shouted, "Boss, here are half a dozen Hannigan beers, cold." ”

"Guest, it's not 'shouting you dry', it's Heineken beer,"

The owner of the food stall is highly educated, and after subconsciously correcting a sentence, he quickly brought six small cans of beer from the refrigerator and put them on the porter's table, and said with a smile: "Did you drink too much?"

"Nonsense, uncle, I'm not drunk in a thousand glasses, but the amount of alcohol is good. ”

As if to prove that it was not a lie, the porter picked up a can on the spot and took a sip of it, but unfortunately did not get the applause and applause of others, only bursts of emptiness.

"Well, it's good if you're happy. ”

The boss smiled, clapped his hands symbolically, and then didn't bother to wipe off the hot sweat on his head, dragging his heavy body back into the busy work.

"There is no such thing as simplicity in adult life, and being a boss is hard. The porter picked up a skewer of roasted kidneys, Meimei took a bite, raised her head, looked at the gloomy sky, frowned, looked solemn, and said in a deep voice: "I really don't want to work." ”

On the messy table, cheap empty beer cans were pressed with three important letters, the first from the Holy Religion, the second and third from Avalon and Taoyuan Township.

All three are the most prominent forces in today's world and cannot be offended.

"It's a good thing to be recognized by others for your ability to do things, but it's also a trouble to have too many employers, and no one can be offended. Dirty hands covered with oil stains weighed the fluttering envelope, and the porter said wistfully: "Refusing anyone is equivalent to offending someone, and interpersonal relationships are really troublesome." ”

There are two kinds of supporters: one is the descendant of a magician in a different space, who was expelled due to lack of talent, but is not willing to live an ordinary life, and chooses to work in the other space to which the elders belong, and his status is similar to that of the outer disciples in fantasy novels, who work full-time to do chores;

"Well, after all, why do humans work?" sighed the porter.

It's one thing to earn the living expenses needed on Earth, but it's more important to complete the commission of another space to harvest magic crystals, which is a good thing, a small stone contains unimaginable magic power, and its value is much more valuable than a beautiful knife.

In the earth in the era of the end of the law, even high-level magicians will be suppressed, let alone magicians who are not very powerful?

As a result, the magic crystal has become a necessary item for magicians to operate on Earth, not only to increase their strength, but also to assist in the casting of magic, with various functions.

"Is there no way, a large pile of magic crystals fell from the sky with a 'snap'?" the porter looked up at the sky for the second time and said disappointedly, "It's really impossible." ”

The sky seemed to be a big rendering after splashing ink, spreading the entire sky with a sprinkling of water, obscure and depressed, not a sign of magic crystal rain, but like the eve of a rainstorm.

"No matter, let's look at the content before making a decision, as a laborer, I also have the right to choose an employer, right?" first opened the letter from Taoyuan Township, which had less cooperation, and read it quickly, the porter closed the letter, and said with his jaw: "The difficulty of the commission is not high or low, there are many American knives, few magic crystals, and the remuneration is not enough to make Uncle Ben's heart move, basically out of the game, and the possibility of cooperation is not great." ”

The porter hurriedly opened the second letter from the Holy Sect, and after reading it three times from beginning to end, he rubbed his jerky eyes and concluded: "The difficulty is on the high side, there are many beautiful knives as always, and the magic crystal is still within the acceptable range, so it is worth considering." ”

In any case, wild spellcasters who operate on Earth must have a good relationship with the Templars, otherwise they will be branded as heretics, and will be hunted down by the Inquisition of Heresy all the time, and they will not even be able to sleep peacefully, which is terrifying to think about.

"Don't hurry, it's not too late to read the last letter. ”

Unpacking the letter from Avalon, signed by Lydia, I basically read it with a bitter face, and the word "newspaper" did not even appear on the letterhead, and the whole article was full of threatening words, which was very much in the style of that person.

"Little sister Lydia, you can't be too iron rooster, can you symbolically give me a piece of magic crystal?" The porter's shoulders hung weakly, and he wanted to cry without tears: "It's too ruthless to disclose my information if you don't cooperate." ”

Who can be exquisite, ingratiating in all directions, and mellow among the major forces with turbulent undercurrents?

While pleasing one party, you will offend the other, this is the true meaning of human relationships!

"Am I a bully?" the porter clenched his fists, hiding his trembling fingers, and said with an expression of eating a stinky cockroach, "No...... I was caught by Lydia's little sister, and people are so easy to bully......"

It is not difficult to imagine that once you refuse to cooperate, it is guaranteed that there will be enemies lining up to come to the door the next day, and it is easy to imagine the fate of falling into the hands of those people.

Regardless of the process, the ending is guaranteed to be dead!

Wetting Lydia's letter with half-drunk beer, the porter wondered, "Anyway, where did she get this information? ”

If the casters living in the other space are mystical creatures, then the pathologies of the wild casters living on the earth are a hundred times more serious, each of them has forged more than ten versions of the ancestors of the eighteen generations, and they are always experts in fine divisions, eager to split a life into several.

It's all about safety!

The porter frowned, thought about it, and said comfortably: "Ah, yes, since she wants to expose my information, why don't you take the initiative from my side and preemptively spread multiple versions of false information, true and false, confused?"

Life is not easy, and he has to be asked to work for Lydia for a day, and even more so to offend the behemoth of the Holy Sect?

Less kidding!

Chirping...... Chirping...... Chirping......

Hearing the porter's self-talk, it seems to trigger some mechanism on the letterhead, and the hidden magic makes the text wriggle like a worm, reordering, and forming a new article - useless, you know that there is such an account as a big V in this world?

Being able to be a wild spellcaster on the earth, he has experienced a lot of ups and downs, he is used to seeing big scenes, and his psychological quality is very good, so he calmly looks at the new content and says, "It's too despicable...... However, my enemy doesn't have to play a small game, don't be afraid, don't scare yourself, and mess with yourself. ”

It seems to trigger the magic left in advance again, and the text on the letter paper changes again - oh, I don't think you will be obedient, so I am ready to do a lot of things, send a long article in a meager way, and attach a screenshot of the circle of friends, which has a good degree of "good friend" who misses you a lot.

“...... I admit it, damn it!"