Where there are wizards, there will be classes.

Regardless of family background, if an ordinary person offends a wizard apprentice who has entered the door, the situation will be like a grown man naked in front of a powerful beast with fangs bared.

It was easy to take your life.

But if this wizard apprentice is humiliated by an official wizard, basically he doesn't dare to let a fart go.

Because there is a clear gap in the strength of the two sides.

Correspondingly, there is also a clear hierarchy between wizard families and wizard families.

When people from small families see members of big families, they will inevitably feel jealous and even inferior.

But when he turned his head, the wizards of the small family were full of superiority when they faced those half-blood wizards who did not have a family, or who were disgusted by the family.

However, although he was born in a small wizard family with low overall strength, Martin Boswell's status in the young wizard circle in Graham City is not low.

went to the wizarding circles of other cities, and no one dared to underestimate him.

The reason is simple, he, and the family he belongs to, has a master.

They are owned by the Chelsea family, who control Graham and the surrounding city.

Or rather, the successive heads of the family.

Martin remembers that when he was younger, his master was an old gentleman named Rich Chelsea, who was kind and loved by those below.

It is said that he also hugged Martin when he was a child.

Although he was not impressed, it did not prevent Martin from having a crush on the old gentleman.

But now, his owner is the contemporary head of the family, Mrs. Isabella Chelsea.

Martin was scared of her.

Although he rarely saw the lady.

But he never forgot that a little friend who played very well when he was a child was killed because his entire family betrayed his wife, who had just been promoted to the head of the family not long ago.

The incident was not bloody, and it can even be said that not a single drop of blood was seen.

However, every time he thought about it, he shuddered.

Because those people died from the mouths of countless black pythons.

One bite at a time, it seems to be neat and neat, but it is actually extremely cruel -

Because they have been cast a special spell that allows them to stay awake in the snake's belly without having to breathe or eat.

This is not the end.

After being swallowed by the python, everything they have has has been turned into nourishment for the snake's eggs, and they continue to serve the Chelsea family.

The number of snake eggs seems to be in the thousands......

This incident can be said to be a shadow of his many years.

Although this is for a reason, Martin still inevitably feels a sense of sadness about the death of a rabbit and a fox.

Martin, on the other hand, is proud to have a master of Mrs. Chelsea's calibre.

Because she is cruel to her enemies, but she is very generous to her own people.

And since becoming the head of the family, the Chelsea family, who are in a remote corner, have risen several levels in the overall wizarding circle.

This made them all proud to be servants, and they were stained with a lot of light.

Therefore, when Mrs. Chelsea gave Martin a task to his grandfather as a housekeeper through his post, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep!

What does this prove?

Prove that you have a certain impression in Madame!

And if this mission is completed well, this impression will be transformed into a corresponding status!

"It's a pity that the quest requires getting close to a group of half-blood wizards......"

The only thing Martin wasn't happy with was that.

But it can't be helped, it's good to have a task to do, but there is no room for him to pick and choose.

And that's it, the other wizards of the same age who serve the Chelsea family are still envious.

Among those peers, there are many better than Martin.

It can only be said that your personal ability is good, and you are not as good as having someone by your master's side.

However, although he didn't look down on the group where the target of this mission was located, when Martin really contacted the members of the other party, he was very polite.

"Excuse me, what do I need to pay attention to?"

"You have to think of yourself as a half-blood first, and our organization doesn't allow pure-blood wizards to mix in."

The man who replied was a man in a cloak with tough facial features, dressed like an ancient medieval monk.

He was stout, about thirty years old, and his shiny bald head seemed to reflect faintly in the light of the candlelight.

"Secondly, you need to forge the casting traces inside your wand, many of which are unique to pure-blood wizards."

"This ...... I didn't pay attention to this before I came......"

"200 grams of ghost dust, I can help you clean off those special traces."

"It's too expensive, isn't it? With so much money, I can buy another basic wand! ”

"If you think a blank wand can fool you around, then I don't have a problem with that."

“…… Well, I agree with the deal. You go on first. ”

"Your Book of Secret Words needs to be forged, and the examiner will focus on the contact list in your book, which is very easy to reveal your identity as a pure-blood wizard."

"Uh...... I didn't prepare for this in advance......"

"500 grams of ghost dust, I can give you a forged ten-page edition, if you want more pages, you can add money."

"Why don't you grab it? Ten pages of shops only sell 400 grams! ”

"Can't afford it?"

"How is this possible!? It's just that you're selling this too expensive......"

"Then you go buy a blank one, and then figure out how to fake the mailing list yourself, so that it is easier for others to believe your identity."

“…… Forget it, five hundred is five hundred. Is there anything else to keep an eye on? ”

The two were now in a dimly lit room.

The bald head is an insider found for him by Martin's grandfather, who will help Martin initially integrate into the organization called the Half-Blood Wizard Rights Protection Association.

Only by integrating into the organization can Martin get close to the bastard son of former Captain Brady.

And only by getting close to the illegitimate child can he get clues related to the assassination of Mrs. Chelsea -

Or prove that the illegitimate child is not involved in the matter at all.

Martin actually felt very strange about this, because if you want to investigate the illegitimate child, why not send someone to arrest him and interrogate him?

As for making such a strenuous effort to get him close?

But strange as it is, he is not qualified to give advice to Mrs. Chelsea, muttering a few words in front of his grandfather, and causing a reprimand.

And if it wasn't, how could I possibly get this opportunity?

"Because there have been several rape incidents in the past, the organization's current review process for recruiting new members is very strict, and your family, upbringing, skills, knowledge, relationships, and so on will be reviewed in turn."

After all the previously agreed deals were completed, the bald head said in a solemn tone: "Since you can stand here, it proves that these have been taken care of." But I still need to remind you that you must be cautious when facing the assessment. ”

"I understand."

Martin nodded with a serious expression.

So the two of them stepped out of the dimly lit room.

Outside the cottage is a dirty street, and across the street is a row of old apartments.

At the back of the apartment, the whining train whistle was heard incessantly, accompanied by a large amount of black smoke rising slowly from that direction.

Obviously, the place is close to Graham's logistics area, and the living conditions are poor, not unlike a slum.

The bald head and Martin went to a certain apartment in this area.

Of course, this is not to say that this group of half-blood wizards are worse than ordinary rich people, but out of concealment-

Although Graham is in control, Mrs. Chelsea will not embarrass them, but there are always pure-blood wizards with extreme ideas who want to run over to find fault.

As long as there is no fatality, Mrs. basically won't care.

Before coming, Martin already knew about this, and he also knew that there were once pure-bloods who came to cause death, but the murderer was thrown into the snake cave by his wife, and the end was miserable.

For this reason, the Chelsea family has offended several pure-bloods in a row, but because of the strong methods of the lady, those families do not dare to come to make trouble.

……

Martin understands more than that.

Among them is how to disguise yourself so that you can be more like a wild wizard who wants to find an organization to huddle for warmth.

Therefore, although he faced several speech jams in the next assessment, the gray-haired old examiner never showed a smile.

But in the end, he successfully passed the test and became a member of the Mixed Blood Association.

"Since it was Russell who introduced it, let him explain the next arrangements to you for me."

After saying this, the examiner waved his hand and signaled that they could leave.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief, and then, along with the bald head named Russell, walked out of what looked like a ready-to-wear store.

"Next, I will take you to apply for an apartment dormitory, you can usually live in the dormitory, or you can go out and live in a hotel by yourself, but this will be very inconvenient, so I recommend that you live in a dormitory."

"It's a single room, right?"

"Of course."

"Then I'll stay in the dormitory."

"In that case, you'll need to be involved in the daily cleaning schedule, specifically—"

As he was speaking, the door of the ready-to-wear store behind him was suddenly pushed open, and then a gray-robed figure quickly swept by.

Martin was shocked to find that the figure was the same old examiner who had assessed him before, and at this moment, he burst out at a speed that did not match his age, and ran towards the end of the street!

On his face, there was obviously a hint of urgency.

What's wrong with him?

The two looked at each other, couldn't help their curiosity, and ran over.

Then, they saw a snatching drama that left Martin speechless.

"Graham East is our Guild's territory, and your Meteorological Guild has crossed the line this time!"

The old examiner, who had a cold face before, was blowing his beard and glaring at a middle-aged man's collar.

The tone tended to growl, and the spit star sprayed the other party in the face.

"If you don't want me to go to your president's theory, just get out of here!"

"Graham is Lady Chelsea's territory, to be precise, how dare you say it's yours?"

The middle-aged man asked angrily, "You have a big temper, why don't you say this in front of your wife?" ”

"This division is acquiesced by Madame!"

"Oh? So where is the specific instrument? ”

"It's all said that it's a tacit acquiescence! Do you understand human language!? ”

“……”

“……”

……

"Didn't you say that your organization is very strict in accepting people?"

After watching the excitement for a long time, Martin understood what was going on, his eyes turned to the bald head beside him, and his expression was very dissatisfied.

What's the matter, I'm a pure-blood deign to come and join your half-race group, spend a lot of money, and be questioned like a grandson for a while.

As a result, others just happened to pass by here and met a wild little wizard with wizard blood, so they didn't care about anything and just let him join?

It's not enough to join, those two guys even grabbed it??

Who are you burying here?!

"It's normal."

After a few glances at the black-haired boy who was stunned by the robbery not far away, the bald head explained: "Before coming, you should have understood the original intention and purpose of our organization, right? ”

"Train as many half-blood wizards as possible, enter wizarding schools around the world, make a wide network, and ultimately improve the status of all half-blood wizards in the wizarding class."

Martin said in a weird manner: "So, do you think that guy is stronger than me, or is he stronger than me, or has better connections than me?" ”

"Neither."

The bald head said: "But he looks better than you, not a little better, but much better." I would even say that there is not necessarily one out of 10,000 wizards. ”

“…… Maybe it's something wrong with my ear? ”

"You heard me right, that's what I meant."

The bald head unceremoniously pointed out, "The goal of our organization is to train people to fight for the status of the mixed race." ”

"In other words, it's to train more of our own people to go to the old guys who control the entire wizarding world, or the little guys who can control the wizarding world in the future, and ask them to be our backers, so that we can speak for our group of unpopular half-bloods on some important resolutions."

"What kind of person do you think would be more in line with this goal?"

"Shouldn't it be ability?"

"Wrong! Not to mention that the growth resources that can be obtained by the hybrid cannot be compared with the pureblood, and those big names and future big names have no shortage of subordinates with strong work ability. ”

"Pure-bloods from small families would love to be cattle and horses for them - I think you know this better than I do."

“……”

"So you see what we're looking for, right? That's right, appearances. ”

"It's not fair, but the reality is that even if you do some things well, you can't stand up to the kind of people over there, and it is more beneficial to run in front of a big person and pretend to be pitiful and beg for a few denunciations."

Martin opened his mouth, unconvinced, and tried to refute, but in the end he didn't say anything.

And then he was autistic.

What made him even more depressed was that when the scramble heated up, when the two asked the parties which association they wanted to join, the parties were unwilling to join the mixed-race association that Martin had so hard to get into!

However, after that, I didn't know what the old examiner secretly promised, and the party hesitated to agree to join.

A farce is barely over.

Martin, who was in a very unhappy mood, was then arranged by the bald head to use an old bedroom that seemed to be a little moldy as a dormitory.

Then when he saw who the neighbor who lived in the dry and sunny-decorated room opposite the door, his mood was even worse.

"Hello."

A teenager of the same age with black hair smiled at him as he went out, and the smile that bloomed seemed to be full of sunshine.

"I'm—"

"Go away!"

Martin replied angrily: "I don't want to know you!" ”