Blonde youth hovering above the waves of the bay.

The wind and waves of the Gulf of Oria fluctuated, and the dark green to almost dark green water swallowed fine foam, giving off a slightly fishy smell.

The sky was dark and cloudy, making Hezi's eyes seem to be even deeper.

He made a slight judgment on the direction, and the figure vanished.

Moments later, in the small town of La Scala in Rabreb, on the western side of the Gulf of Oriya, in an unnoticed corner, the figure of the Hatko appeared.

Walking barefoot on the stone street that has long been polished smooth by the wind and rain of the years, Hezi bowed his head slightly.

In the middle of summer, the sun has sunk in the west, the sea breeze is relatively light, and the air seems a little muggy.

The defeat on the side of the polar bear Oleg made Hezi's mood a little depressed.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, he saw the other side of the town, a point of light full of fatal temptation, shining in his sea of consciousness.

He decided to walk over cautiously and take a sneak peek first.

Then take thunderous measures, complete the battle, smoothly fuse the fourth carrier, and can not repeat the mistakes of the white bear.

It is a dilapidated blacksmith shop, littered with all kinds of iron pieces and tools.

The fireside covered with gray iron filings, an electric grinding tool, and a blower fan are the only things that this shop can have anything to do with technology.

The fan whirring, the fire is extinguished.

The burly blacksmith was dripping with sweat around a leather apron covered with oil and holes, and a small wooden stick was biting in his mouth.

He was already gray, and even his thick beard was mixed with many gray beards.

The blacksmith was pounding a red-hot piece of iron on the anvil, and the iron was constantly peeling off and splashing impurities with a clang.

Subconsciously, the old blacksmith stopped the hammer.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the door, his gray eyes a little surprised.

He had been observing the old blacksmith from a distance for a long time, and then walked to the door again.

He really didn't see any merit in the old blacksmith, and even some disappointment.

The old guy was just a mid-level fire spirit sorcerer, and at first glance he wouldn't look as cunning and difficult as Oleg the polar bear.

When the old blacksmith saw the chim, he was stunned for a moment, and casually threw away the hammer and iron clip in his hand.

He spit out the small wooden stick in his mouth, then gave a very reluctant smile to Hezi, and threw out a message:

"Let's talk?"

He nodded, walked into the blacksmith shop, glanced around, and found that there was no place to sit, so he gave up.

The old blacksmith picked up a large greasy kettle, took a few gulps of water, and then went to turn off the blower fan.

The filthy shop fell silent.

The blacksmith sat on the only stool in the shop, covered with iron filings:

"Who are you?"

"I'm Halil, you can call me Hezi."

"Well, I don't care who you are, I know that there is no pie-in-the-sky good thing in this world.

Ever since I met that little ball of light, I've enjoyed all the power it has brought me, and I'm bound to pay a price for it, and when I saw you, my instinct told me that you were here to collect the bills. ”

Hezi nodded again, and there was a little new confusion.

The relieved cooperation of the ascetic in the alcove, the fear and indifference of Daniel and Uguwa, and the cunning escape of Oleg the polar bear, did not exceed his expectations, or he could understand them, but the blacksmith wanted to talk.

What to talk about? No matter how you talk about it, it is not a result in the end?

The blacksmith took another sip of water and grinned:

"Actually, I'm tired of being alive, do you believe it?"

Seeing that Hezi did not reply to his message, the blacksmith shook his head slightly:

"You can also feel that this town no longer has the quiet and beauty of the old days, it is full of ruins, young people have gone to the big city, and this place has been forgotten by God.

Once upon a time, poverty, mutated diseases, riots, looting, wars...... I lost my wife and children.

I'm used to alcoholism, I'm used to being lonely, and only striking iron can calm my mind.

I don't even want to practice, but even so, I seem to be a mid-level magician. ”

Hezi gave a rare explanation to the blacksmith:

"You can see that you are very decadent, and you are not trying.

Being able to reach the middle level of a mage is not because of your good talent, but because the content and ability of the information you carry are the most powerful part of this world, to be exact, one-thirty-sixth. ”

The old guy seems to feel even more disappointed:

"Yes, yes, this devilish life, this hellish world, is not what I want...... Now, even that little bit of mage talent doesn't belong to me.

How are you going to collect the debt, I don't know how to give you back that magical knowledge and abilities. ”

"It's okay, I know, what else is there to say?"

"I don't want to say it, I only have deep disappointment in this world, no attachment, no review, and I don't want to come again......

By the way, I beg you, when you regain your ability, kill me, I don't want to starve to death because I don't have the ability to grow old. ”

As soon as the blacksmith's message was delivered, the door of the blacksmith's shop slowly closed without wind.

The room was already filled with black spiritual energy, gradually forming a whirlpool, enveloping the hezi and the blacksmith.

The clear message of the blacksmith was instantly conveyed to the blacksmith's mind:

"As you wish."

In the darkness, a muffled snort of a blacksmith was heard.

Soon after, only the figure of Hezi was left in the blacksmith shop, and he seemed to have become a point taller again.

Hezi's face struggled and distorted, and his eyes were intertwined with various lights.

The inside of the shop looked like it had been ravaged by a tornado.

The blacksmith's leather apron and clothing were tossed aside, some clinging to the walls and some hanging from the iron.

And the ragged linen robe on Hezi's body was completely shattered into wisps.

After a while, Hezi's figure stabilized, but his expression was full of exhaustion and depression.

He lowered his head slightly, looked at his almost naked body, and shook his head slightly.

He slowly put on the shoes, socks, and trousers left behind by the blacksmith after he disappeared, and even tied the greasy apron full of holes.

A young blacksmith with blond hair and dark blue eyes appeared in the shop.

The most incongruous thing is that the clothes on his body are all a little loose, and the pants are a little short, like the cropped pants of the old days, which are worn loosely on him.

The door of the shop opened silently, and Hezi slowly walked out.

His eyes were as unscrupulous as the abyss, but his posture was sluggish and tired.

There is no doubt that the blacksmith's frustrated life, pessimistic worldview, and loveless attitude to life have completely affected Hezi at this moment.

The clear-eyed Hezi is dead.

Loosely dressed and ridiculously dressed blonde youth, strolling through an empty town.

Until he saw the somewhat dilapidated tavern.

At the entrance of the tavern, several drunken wilderness hunters sat or stood in a row and looked at the tired young man in the sunset, throwing messages to each other, and some were whistling.

He ignored them, and the blacksmith's habit drove him straight towards the tavern.

As soon as he arrived at the door, a strong man who was a head taller than him reached out and rubbed his chest, grinning, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth, and two front teeth were missing:

"Hey, boy, where did you come from, go home and feed!"

"Haha......"

A string of mocking laughter came.

He Zi stopped, looked at the big man, and seemed to suddenly wake up:

"By the way, you need money to drink, do you have any money?"

Dahan was a little stunned, his expression looked very stunned, and after a while, his brain, which had been anesthetized by alcohol for a long time, reacted, and he laughed:

"Haha, this little chick doesn't even have money, so he wants to drink! Wash your ass clean, and your uncle will give you money! ”

The laughter around them was louder, and they were all waiting to watch the play, and they didn't expect that this kid would look at his face and provoke the famous wilderness hunter in the town.

A smile appeared at the corner of Hezi's mouth:

"You have money? Good, get the money out, yes, it's not just you, it's you. ”

"Haha......"

There was a burst of laughter.

But the laughter was cut off instantly.

Several figures flew out, interspersed with a slight "click" sound.

The seven or eight laughing wilderness hunters, before they could even draw their guns, were thrown far away by this terrible young man, breaking their arms and thighs.

A wail rang out.

At first, the big man, who had injured his arms, was kneeling on the ground and vomiting.

With a grin, he reached out and took out all the banknotes from his jacket, not even a single silver coin was dropped.

The rest didn't dare to hesitate at all, and took out their coins one after another, and handed them over obediently when the blonde star came over.

He put the banknotes and coins in the big pocket in front of the greasy leather apron and slowly walked into the tavern.

When the glass of liquor with a few ice cubes was drunk by Hezi with his head up, Hezi's complexion was very complicated, his eyes were scattered, and his face was twitching.

But his tears flowed down his face.

……

The imperial capital is Chang'an.

Outside the imperial city, in the four major areas on the south side of the huge square outside the imperial city, the west is the Taiping Fang, the east is next to the Xinglu Fang, and the middle is the Xingdao Fang, and in the middle of the Xingdao Fang, it is the towering Weiyang Tower.

The traditional Daxia style with heavy eaves resting on the top of the mountain has as many as 99 layers and a height of nearly 300 meters.

To the east of Xingdao Workshop is the Takemoto Workshop.

The entire area is an Imperial University.

Imperial University, such a prominent status, the location of the school is also so important, it can be seen that the empire attaches great importance to it.

But in fact, the situation of Imperial University is a bit awkward now.

When this world entered the Age of Divine Apocalypse, the rise of warlocks made the abilities of ordinary natural people and mutants seem really insignificant in front of warlocks.

Especially in learning, memory, analysis and summarization, integration and so on, the ability of a warlock is not of an order of magnitude compared to natural and mutant people.

Therefore, in the current Imperial University, the vast majority of students are natural and mutant people who cannot stimulate their abilities, and there are quite few warlocks, and they are generally faculty members.

For example, Welling, Li Lingyou and others did not go to college at all, but they can digest, understand and be familiar with the knowledge in an instant, perhaps it takes natural people to learn slowly for several days and months to achieve the same effect.

Rolling summer water, from the westernmost part of the imperial capital near the Jinguang Gate into the city, meandering to the east, from the Wubenfang diagonal through, and finally from the northeast corner of the imperial capital near the Tonghua Gate, all the way to the east.

There is a surging summer water passing through the Imperial University, and the campus is very beautifully built.

Imperial University has always been famous for its cherry blossoms.

Nostalgia does not ask the moon on the horizon, and its own cherry blossoms reflect Chang'an.

Many people who have leisure, but whenever they go to the imperial capital, they will visit the Imperial University.

It's just a pity that this season, the cherry blossoms have already bloomed, and the emaciated middle-aged people standing against the railing feel a little bored.

Not far downstairs is a sports field, where dozens of students with different hair colors are playing a basketball game, while others are watching a game or playing other sports.

With the children's spirits in high spirits, the game is going on, and the occasional burst of applause and cheers will break the silence of the schoolyard.

These students are all from the Xixuan Federation.

The 150 students were roughly divided into three classes according to their age, and the corresponding teachers were assigned to carry out targeted teaching.

In addition to learning the various cultural and historical knowledge of the empire and various scientific and technological knowledge, there will also be corresponding teachings on the cultivation of meditation.

Who said that these children who failed to become mages in the Western Xuan Federation could not become warlocks in the strange East in this strange East?