The central station is crowded with people.

The roar of machinery is mixed with the noise of station announcements and human voices, and it is extremely noisy.

Verlando lined up at the entrance of the station with a blank expression.

The limbs are stiff and the gait is heavy.

He never imagined that as a genius, he would be where he is today.

He was fired.

Escorted to school, and then expelled for fighting, absurd and ridiculous.

is obviously talented and should have a good future, but the result is so unsatisfactory.

I thought about it over and over again.

Even if Verlando wasn't very smart, he figured out the clue.

A week later, it was the day of the calling.

His talent is good, and he can probably rank in the top three of civilians.

In addition to him, the slightly gifted civilian students have all been carved up by large and small power institutions.

He is the only one who is arrogant and only wants to enter the special affairs bureau.

It is said that on the day of the summoning, the leaders of the Special Affairs Bureau will come to inspect the scene.

As a result, before the time was up, he was kicked out.

Verlando's face was gloomy.

Whose way is this in your way?

But even if you guess the truth, what can you do?

Get you back? Who can you get revenge on?

Did you kill William, that aristocratic young master?

Maybe that little master didn't know anything, and someone paved the way for him.

And he is just a pebble that is casually kicked away on this road.

Come to think of it.

Verlando's chest throbbed.

If the commoners quarrel with the nobles, most of them will lose.

In case the forces behind the nobles are involved, it is not a question of losing or not losing, it is a place to die.

In the confusion, he followed the line and got on the bus, until the bus reached the bottom station, and then got off the bus in a daze.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that I had arrived in the old town.

Looking at the old and dilapidated buildings in the old town, Verlando's face became more and more embarrassed, it was almost as if he saw his own future.

It's like a rotten piece of meat that's gradually rotting.

Although Verlando is a civilian, he is also a civilian in the city center.

Although he himself does not have any regional discrimination, he still has a strong antipathy to the old town in front of him.

It's like getting used to eating sweet, juicy citrus, and then going back to eating small, astringent, and watery wild oranges.

It's hard for anyone to speak, it's human nature.

Not to mention that Verlando was in a bad mood at this time, and nothing was pleasing to the eye.

If you are not stimulated to react to stress, you go crazy and lose your mind, even if you are determined.

Frowning, Verlando lowered his gaze and looked at his watch, it was still early.

At this time, he didn't want to go home at all, to face the painful fact that he had to tell his parents that he had been expelled.

If you can hide for a while, it's a while.

With a light sigh, he wandered aimlessly through the streets of the old town.

Then he soon discovers that the seemingly chaotic old town, full of corruption, seems to have its own rules and charms.

In particular, the aroma of food is several times stronger than in urban areas.

Even if Verlando's appetite is not strong because of his low mood, it still ...... Before I knew it, I filled my stomach.

That antipathy towards the old town has inexplicably dissipated most of it.

Just when he was full of food and drink, and was about to find a quiet place to be alone, a strange fragrance wafted by.

Verlando sniffed involuntarily, but didn't seem to smell anything.

Just when I thought it was an illusion, the fragrance came unexpectedly.

One, two, three......

Smelling the vague aroma, Verlando's tense face gradually loosened, his mouth opened uncontrollably, and his eyes were a little straight.

This aroma ...... It can't be what he thinks, right?

How is it a bit like smelling ambergris at the [Typhon Museum] - [Gold and Treasures Exhibition]?

But thinking of the preciousness of ambergris, Van Erlando was a little uncertain.

The Gold & Treasure Exhibition is held every 10 years, and except for a few fixed tickets, the rest of the tickets are all by lottery.

Yes, that's right, you can't buy tickets after paying the money, you can only draw a lottery.

Everyone is happy when they draw it, and they think they are unlucky if they can't draw it.

In this way, the number of people participating in the lottery each time is often in the hundreds of millions!

Verlando was lucky, winning the prize at the age of nine.

In that exhibition, he saw a lot of unbelievable things, but if you ask him what impressed him the most, he will definitely answer without hesitation - aroma!

【Ambergris】

[Grade: Lowest Grade E - Highest Grade S]

[This is a derivative with a large span, and it is the body surface secretion of the special life form Cloud Dragon]

[In most cases, it will condense into crystals, with a gritty texture and soluble in water]

[A E-grade ambergris crystal, thrown into a fist-sized water cup, can emit the fragrance for more than three days]

[If the aroma is absent, it is extremely elegant, and has the compound effects of calming the mind, nourishing the nerves and calming the nerves, relieving slight pain, and helping to sleep]

[High-quality ambergris even has a certain magical effect of improving talent]

[It is one of the main ingredients of the special potion 'Power of the Dragon God']

Recalling the description in the textbook, Van Erlando couldn't help but hesitate.

The lowest quality ambergris is also E grade.

The F-class that ordinary people are most likely to come into contact with is the personal deep-web computer host that was just opened to the public a few years ago.

The minimum configuration requires about 50,000 credits.

Class E is generally ten times that of Class F.

In other words, a grain of ambergris the size of a grain of gravel is worth about 500,000.

Sniffing deeply at the vague aroma in the air, Verlando's expression distorted slightly.

With such an expensive thing, who would be panicked by burning more money...... The aroma is wafting out, okay!

This is the old town!!

It's too pompous, too inhumane, and I can't help but wonder if it's not... Mimicking the scent of the dragon incense... Perfume?

But the body seems to be soaking in a hot spring, and the feeling of relaxation being slapped by countless pairs of little hands constantly reminds Verlando, this TM is ambergris!

After being stunned for a long time, Verlando followed the direction where the aroma had drifted and walked hesitantly.

A quarter of an hour later.

Turn around a narrow alleyway.

He saw an unmanned supermarket.

On the edge of the unmanned supermarket, there is a small storefront.

There is a plaque hanging on the door - [Yuanlai Spirit Hall].

The corners of Verlando's mouth twitched.

In the past, when Typhon was still a city that never sleeps, there were spirit halls everywhere.

Why? Because there are many tourists who come to the city that never sleeps, even if it is a foolish spirit hall, the business can be very good.

For the Typhon natives with a modicum of common sense, the so-called spirit house is basically equivalent to a liar stick.

Verlando remembers this well.

The reason for this is that this information is particularly ironic when put together with another transcendent common sense—in a time when transcendent powers are becoming more and more normalized, there may not be one out of thousands of transcendent mediums with true transcendent inspiration.

Mediums, even among the transcendental, are a rarity among rarities.

Just casually opening a spirit hall and claiming to be a spirit medium, this is not a liar, what else is a liar?

Van Erlando didn't care about the Spirit Hall, and even slightly disgusted.

But when he found out that the smell of ambergris was oozing from the spirit hall, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Perhaps, there is a reclusive psychic medium here?

Swallowing his saliva, he strengthened his courage and pushed open the glass door of the spirit hall.

As soon as he entered the door, Verlando froze.

In my ears, there is the jingling bell of the door opening.

The bell is obviously very pleasant, but every sound is like substance, constantly beating people's hearts.

While making him sober, an irrepressible fear arose.

It seems that what I hear is not only the ringtone, but also a kind of law concrete, high-level appearance.

Grand and profound, the mystery is difficult to fathom, and people suddenly feel their own insignificance.

At the tip of the nose, the breath of ambergris instantly became several times stronger.

It is like a substance, turning into a cold air current, which rushes from the nose to the brain, making people feel relaxed instantly.

He could even feel his own body, and in the intense scent, all the pores opened.

Instinctively prompted, trying to absorb more aroma, but couldn't help but tremble slightly, not daring to take the initiative to ingest.

It's like facing the handouts of those in high positions, greedy and fearful.

In front of him, the light was dim, and only under the middle pillar of light filled with smoke, the mysterious spirit medium sat on the bone throne.

His face could not be seen clearly in the backlight, but the smoke hovering around him was like a living thing, and a huge shadow visible to the naked eye formed in the pillar of light and crawled at his feet.

It's like an unknown horror beast that submits to its great master.

Boom.

Verlando swallowed involuntarily, and his heart couldn't help but stagnate.

With his movements, the strange feeling of pushing the door in suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Everything seemed to be his delusion.

Only the crystal ball on the table shimmered, attracting him to take a step forward.

After this step, Verlando came to his senses.

The waves in my heart were turbulent, and my face changed again and again.

I seem to have met a real big guy.

He stood still, gathered his mind, and then walked slowly over.

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Li Boyang looked at the person who came, and couldn't help but feel disappointed in his heart.

Looking at the appearance of thirteen or fourteen years old, he is still immature and honest, and he doesn't look like a big customer at all.

But when the young man came respectfully, the clothes he was wearing were clean and neat, and the black-rimmed glasses he wore on the bridge of his nose, the whole person exuded a bookish atmosphere, and there was no such smoke and fire as the residents of the old district.

Could it be a tourist from outside? But why don't you have a backpack?

Then I noticed that above the pocket of the clothes, a line of words was embroidered with needles and threads - [Typhon Center College, Soaring School C(3)5896145]

This number...... Is it a student number? Is he wearing a school uniform?

Li Boyang looked at the teenager with some surprise, the students of the Soaring School District?!

Hey, a genius came to open the door today?

Even if Li Boyang is very salty and has little interest in the outside world, but if he swipes his mobile phone too much, he will naturally have a more or less understanding of Typhon City.

Typhon Center College – Located in the heart of the Golden Eagle District of Typhon City, Typhon City is the largest comprehensive and extraordinary college in Typhon City.

Among them, it is divided into ordinary [Eagle's Nest Division], elite [Fluttering Wing Division], and genius [Soaring Division].

To be able to enter the Soaring Division, no matter where you go, it is not an exaggeration to be called a genius.

It's just that...... The little genius sitting opposite seemed to be depressed, his brows were tightly locked, no matter how polite he was, he couldn't help but feel a sense of depression.

Could it be that the pressure of studying is too great, this little genius skipped class to decompress, and now regrets it?

Li Boyang guessed wildly, and then he heard the young man on the opposite side say in a glutinous voice, "Master, I want to know if I still have a future?" ”