Morning in the imperial capital begins before dawn, and vendors push homemade delivery carts and set up their stalls in unobtrusive alleys or corners, waiting for customers to come to their doors. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the early years, there was no so-called "morning meeting" in the imperial capital, and some vendors without shops did not fall to this extent, but since the second renovation of the imperial capital, the dilapidated civilian areas have been demolished, and the vendors who wander the streets have been driven away.

Civilians whose old houses have been demolished can still get a new home, and although they have to pay a lot of taxes to the government office every year, they are still alive.

Vendors, who have no means of making a living, have no choice but to go out as soon as the curfew has passed, evading the city guards while selling their cheap and inferior goods to everyone they meet.

Over time, even the city guards turned a blind eye to them.

It is difficult to deal with them if they are caught, after all, the bill of the imperial capital does not stipulate that "no peddling of goods at night" is allowed, but only prohibits them from stalling on both sides of the avenue.

What's more, all the traders who do this are poor people who are almost unable to survive at home, but have no means of livelihood themselves.

If the persecution is too much, the priests of the temple who want to gather their faith will definitely not mind letting these city guards who have no noble status understand what "mercy" is.

In the end, it was the Temple of Dawn that proposed to the royal family that they would be given permission to set up their stalls before dawn, saving them the hardship of fleeing in all directions.

It is for this reason that this rally that has been passed down through the years is called the "morning meeting".

All things begin out with a good goal, but over time, they evolve in a direction that deviates from the original course.

The "Morning Meeting" was originally intended to add some capital to the lives of some poor people, but with the arrival of many mystics, the "business scope" of the "Morning Meeting" began to develop considerably.

Nowadays, it has become one of the largest black markets in the imperial capital, because although the things sold are strange and the origin is fascinating, but most of them are not prohibited, so whether it is security or what is next to it, it is far more than several other places, and business is naturally very hot.

Every day, all kinds of people come to the "morning meeting", hoping to pick out the products that they are satisfied with from all kinds of miscellaneous items......

"Borrow, let one. ”

Bach squeezed out of the crowd, his face hidden under his hood covered in greasy sweat.

The imperial capital has entered early summer, and even if the temperature is cold at dawn, wearing this thick one-piece cloak will make you feel stuffy, let alone squeezing with hundreds of people.

Perhaps the inspiring knights could not care about this level of sultry chaos, but as a down-and-out mage who had just escaped his apprenticeship status and had few powerful spells at his disposal, it was enough for him to sweat profusely.

"There are so many people, and it's not much worse than the bustling shopping street. ”

Bach, who bought his favorite new product, was in a very happy mood.

He felt that today was his lucky day: a book with subtle fluctuations in magic had landed in his hands for only twelve silver coins.

While the loss of the twelve silver coins would have made his life even more embarrassing lately, what did it matter?

"Knowledge is a mage's greatest asset!"

Bach muttered a quote he had forgotten from somewhere as he quickened his way home.

The outside of the "morning meeting" was not as safe as it was inside, and although there were city guards patrolling everywhere, it was also a problem in case of desperate outlaws.

Especially when the only coins left in Bach's pocket were not satisfactory, and the magic of memory in his mind was not very strong, it was impossible to get out easily when he encountered a road raider.

I don't know if it's because of the Dawn Temple, not to mention the troublemakers at the "morning meeting", there is not even a "craftsman", and the friendly atmosphere makes people wonder: whether even the children holding a pile of fist-sized gold nuggets can leave the "morning meeting" safely.

"Maybe there's an archbishop of the temple guarding the town!"

Bach was suspicious, already linking the legendary cardinal with the thugs raised by some gangsters.

In fact, no matter how down-and-out the temple is, it will not collude with gangs or the black market, it is an insult to the gods of one's own faith, except, of course, some evil gods who prefer blood sacrifices and killing.

The sacrifices of these evil gods and the bishops can only rely on gangs and the black market to obtain enough people from the encirclement and suppression of the major temples to carry out sacrifices.

Bach knew that his thoughts were nonsense, but he was happy to compile various messages for the Temple of Dawn in his heart, as if this would have a substantial impact on them.

Yes, the young mage didn't like the Temple of Dawn very much, or rather, hated it very much.

The reason is simple, he is a civilian mage, a civilian mage from a "mage family".

Hundreds of years ago, the god of knowledge with weak divine power gave up on most of the knowledge promotions that could not cause qualitative change, and focused on the promotion of knowledge related to mages.

From then on, magicians were no longer the exclusive preserve of the nobility, commoners were qualified to access this mysterious realm, and the god of knowledge took the opportunity to be promoted to a medium godpower, arousing the suspicion of the gods of the astral plane.

In order to spread magic knowledge widely among the common people, the Temple of Knowledge has spent a lot of money to build many magic academies, although because of the problem of heritage and resistance from all sides, these scattered academies are very simple, but because of the low fees and large number of enrollments, many motivated civilian mages have also been cultivated during the process.

There are naturally those who are motivated, and there are those who are not, and Bach's ancestor is one of those who is not qualified to be mentioned by the academy.

The young man from the merchant family did not seem to be attracted by the magnificence of magic, and until the academy was closed, he had not been able to learn anything more than a rudimentary set of meditation methods, a few spells that could barely be called tricks, and a vague complaint about the Temple of Dawn that had been written on the ancestral teachings.

According to Bach's ancestors, two years after he joined the Academy, the Temple of Knowledge was forced to close all the Academies under joint pressure from the Temple of Dawn and other temples, promising not to open them again.

Therefore, like his superb talent, in the end, he only barely touched the bronze threshold.

According to Bach's father's understanding and narration of this statement, if it weren't for the troubles of the Temple of Dawn, their family would have to be a gold-level magician at the first time, and their family would not be so downcast as to go to the street to perform for their children to barely make ends meet.

There is no way, small rural households do not understand the calculations and games behind these events, and will only pay attention to the interests related to their own teeth.

As for why so many temples only remember the dawn, there is no way, who made him the leader!

Compared to his father, Bach was undoubtedly much stronger, as he had escaped the quagmire of apprenticeship and successfully advanced to the rank of official mage of the bronze rank.

Even though he was a mage who had only mastered three tricks, he was better than his father, who was trapped in the apprenticeship until his death.

However, Bach's father turned himself into a daughter-in-law while performing tricks on the streets, which Bach is far from being able to do so far.

"Everything will be there and will be!"

Clutching the books in his arms, Bach cheered himself up in his heart......