After Wren crossed, he always thought that there would be no fun in the valley, but now with the vision of the fire bats, Wren fully enjoyed the joy of peeping at the screen.

What an otherworldly version of the head cantilever cone thorn strand.

What is in a hurry.

The children of the aristocracy can also get the magic book before the end of the law era and read it all night.

In Wren's opinion, the most powerful thing is the group of mouth guns in the tavern.

The tavern that Downs likes to go to is now the most popular tourist destination in the city.

A small, stone-carved fire bat hung silently upside down on the roof, hiding in the shadow of the beams, quietly watching and listening to the people's bragging.

"I said, what kind of test scope is fooling. Everyone is not prepared at all, what can they learn in just these few days? ”

"No, I've heard that the nobles have an extra page!"

"One more page is useful? Archmage Tesla really values the children of the nobility so much, so he will not take the mage tower away from the royal capital. Would the archmage who dared to offend the king care about the face and power of the nobles? ”

The words of this local miner's brother went straight to Wren's heart. This guy may not know magic, but he understands human nature.

Someone else hit the nail on the head and said, "Hey, hey! Who can understand the criteria of a true archmage? Doesn't it cost money to study magic? Maybe it's a deliberate attempt to inflate your own worth. Hehehe! ”

"Come on, I know your two children are also going to take exams, don't be sour here."

"Alas! Those aristocratic lords can't dominate all the good positions. Let's give us poor children a way out......"

Almost as the words fell, the loose-leaf door of the tavern, which had broken twice in a while, was pushed open.

If it were an ordinary person coming in, there was a high probability that no one would take a second look.

But the other party's out-of-place appearance with the people around him made the tables at the door of the tavern fall into a short silence.

A half-sized brunette teenager.

With a pot lid on the head, a pair of old glasses on the bridge of the nose, the lenses may be okay, and the painted and scratched frames can be seen at a glance that the glasses have changed many owners, after a long time.

In today's society, which is full of muscle tyrants and brothers, his height of one meter and six is too short. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a little beard on his chin, everyone would have treated him like a child.

The most striking thing is his robe.

The shabby robes were clearly ill-fitting and wore over the body like a ragged sack.

The point is, someone recognized the emblem on that robe.

The most important thing in the tavern is the people who eat melons, and they immediately chatted:

"Ahh Who still dares to come to the city of La Mancho with the emblem of Faora Sandru? ”

"Wait, I know him, he's an anonymous disciple of Faola. But I forgot what his name was. "A guy from Lausanne suddenly broke the news.

"He shouldn't be looking for revenge on Lord Tesla, right?"

"Poof, his master can't even beat other people's disciples, and he's still looking for a fart!"

There seemed to be a cheerful air in the air.

In the midst of all the attention, the young man, who seemed not used to people's strange stares, walked to the bar with his head down.

"Boom!"

Even if Fiola Sandru is dead, his disciples are clearly not a pleasant presence here. As the boy walked over, a muscular miner deliberately hit the boy.

There was no magic spell protection, and the boy was like the most ordinary child, directly knocked out half a meter, and sat on the floor of the tavern.

There was a burst of laughter all around.

"Hahaha!"

"Boy, minors are not welcome here."

"No, I should say that the people of the Sandru Warlock Pavilion are not welcome."

Faced with a tsunami-like taunt, the boy got up and walked to the bar with his head down.

"Hello, is there milk here?"

This cowardly voice with a strange sense of firmness made the bartender uncle stunned for a moment, he really didn't react.

"Forget it, if not, give me a glass of water, thank you." With that, the boy took out a few copper coins from his close-fitting bag, placed them on the bar, and took them from the bartender.

The bartender stared at the other man's immature but obviously weathered eyes, and the next second, he seemed to hear a sigh in his heart. He squeezed out a professional smile and glanced at a few good people next to him to shut up.

"If we don't make trouble, we've got everything here."

The boy nodded obediently.

He swept the bar with one hand, took only one copper coin, pushed the rest back, and after a few pounds, he pulled out a large glass of warm milk.

Half of the bar, more than three digits of people watched quietly with intriguing gaze as the boy lifted the wooden goblet that had been used to hold low-quality beer, and poured a glass of milk into his thirsty throat.

"Thank you. If I could, I'd like to ask where the syllabus for the magic exam scope is sold. I mean, really that. ”

In the past few days, there have been a lot of bastards, selling outlines everywhere privately, and the most hateful thing is that these guys are still selling fakes at high prices.

"Don't ask, the originals have long been sold out, but Count Raman's workshop can't do it at all. Unless there is a relationship, all you can find on the market are inferior topics that I don't know how many have been copied. ”

"That's right......" the boy's eyes darkened.

The bartender silently wiped the freshly washed cup from the sink next to him and recited the "Law of Conservation of Energy".

"Ahh......h On the thin and shriveled face, the eyes in the big eye sockets burst with hope.

"I'll give you this law, little brother. I kid you not, at least half the city will carry this thing. Those who want to sell for money are just fooling the foreigners. ”

"Thank you, thank you, sir! You're a good guy. The boy bowed heavily.

"There's a free brown bread pie on Third Street, and although it doesn't taste good, at least it fills your stomach, and it's gone when you're late."

The boy bowed again and rushed out of the tavern without looking back.

Only then did the guest tease the bartender: "Yo, old John, what makes you so merciful?" You're giving away 1 credit. ”

"This kid doesn't have much money. In order to inquire about the news, I went into the tavern. And milk was already the cheapest consumption he could imagine. Old John sighed as he continued to wipe his glass: "There are many desperate children in the world. I just don't want to see him in the wasteland by the side of the road the next time I go out of town to buy goods. ”

Several kind-hearted drinkers were sighing, too.

In the past few days, more than 5,000 people have poured into this 'small city' with only 6,000 people, and the number of candidates is close to 3,000.

Tesla Archmage only accepts three apprentices at most, which is one in a thousand in the true sense.

"Alas! I hope Your Excellency the Archmage will see this. Old John sighed.

Oh! I see it.

Wren, who witnessed the whole process through the fire bat, suddenly felt melancholy.

Without it, this young man reminded him of a very special term [small town problem-solver].