Although the Slavic bearman bloodline in Oleg's body has disappeared, the fiery temper inherited from the bears has not changed at all. When he heard the words of the blonde brassie, he became furious.

"What did you say?"

Oleg clenched his fists and jumped in front of Arbon first, the huge shadow of his body completely enveloped the thin wizard, and roared: "You try again!"

The other gray-robed men on the dock fell silent, staring at the clash between Oleg and Arbon with their shining eyes. The long-standing mindset has not yet awakened them to the nature of this conflict.

"I mean, you're better suited to do the job. Albon cleared his throat and repeated what he had just said with a pale face. It's just that his voice is much weaker than before.

As if aware of the weakness of his voice, the tadpole-like spell mark on the forehead of the new Northern District wizard flashed, and the frog that had been holding in the palm of his hand silently turned into a cloud of black ash.

Then the Dharma book on Albon's waist bloomed with a gray light.

No spells were uttered, no spells were used, just the sight of the light, and the onlookers subconsciously took a step back—a fear imprinted in their veins.

Seeing the glow of the book on Albon's waist, Oleg reacted in the same way as the other magicians.

He also took a step back.

The anger that had just surged out had dissipated a lot under this step.

When he came back to his senses, the ship's employer had already taken Albon's shoulders and hugged him to the dock lounge with a smile on his face. There was the place in charge of the monitoring array, thirty coppers an hour—far more than ten coppers in a shipload of cargo.

Oleg looked around, his eyes a little dazed.

The awe-inspiring gazes of his former companions seemed to have deepened. Although they still obeyed his arrangement very honestly, there was a faint commotion in the crowd, and he could smell it clearly even through his belly.

This made him panic.

This depressed mood peaked at the end of the work when the boss paid the salary. Albonna, who had not done any work all day, took the most of his wages and shook his money bag vigorously in front of him.

Bang la blah.

"Thank you, boss!" the new wizard said in a long tone to thank the shipowner, but he glanced at Oleg, who was standing at the door, and said in a very soft voice that everyone around him could hear: "A lifetime of hard work, huh......"

Oleg clenched his fists and stood in the doorway with his head bowed, like a sculpture.

After finishing work, he did not have dinner with his acquaintances, but bought a mention of wine, sat in the grass outside the wharf, and sat on a plate of salted peanuts until dark.

He wasn't sulking. As the leader of the North District Wharf, if you encounter a little bad thing, you will only drink and sulk, and I am afraid that you will be suffocated in a month.

Oleg is thinking about the path to be taken in the future.

In the eyes of wizards outside, the North End is a world of tricksters. This does not mean that the North End is monolithic. Any organization that grows up will have different demands internally, let alone a loose community.

Overall, the Puppeteers of the North District can be divided into three factions.

One is a magician like Gini Hut, who has never given up learning magic despite being in the North End, hoping to gain true wizard power. Most of these tricksters are relatively young and relatively talented.

The second force is the group to which Oleg belongs. These people have been rooted in the North District for a long time, and they have more or less industry and power, and they are more than enough to be more than the bottom, and they have long been smoothed out by life, and they just want to live their own small life in peace.

The third group belongs to the broken jars, no industry, no job, no ideas, cheating, begging, living a day is a day, many people dare to sign a contract with the dark wizard to sell their souls for the sake of temporary enjoyment.

Oleg had always looked down on the other two kinds of people before.

"A trickster is a trickster, and if you are an honest trickster, you can live a peaceful life. Don't follow those crazy young people and put your whole life on it for magic!"

This is what Oleg's grandfather said to him, and he has always taken it as a guide.

Grandpa is really right, just in Oleg's short life, he has seen too many young magicians being transformed into inhuman and ghostly appearances in order to obtain spell-casting abilities - many even paid the price of their lives.

Maybe it's a little aggrieved to live, but what is the point of being aggrieved in the North District? It is more important than anything else to live steadily.

In a few years, he will ask for an ordinary-looking female charmer to be his wife—too beautiful female charmers must have been used by wizards, and Oleg will not feel safe—and then give birth to a big fat boy and educate him to continue to live honestly.

From generation to generation, I guess I can go on like this.

Until today.

A small character who had just gained the ability to cast spells stepped his face into the mud and ran it over. The seemingly solid belief that Oleg had always maintained, like a castle on the beach, splashed and collapsed.

Just a splash.

"Bang!"

The bottle slammed into the water, jumped twice, and crashed into the pile of rocks on the opposite bank, shattering it. Oleg reached out and touched his coat, as well as the last bottle of Kraken Rum.

He finally struggled and stood up.

The ability to cast spells, he also wanted.

And I want it now!

After drinking, his brain was unexpectedly sober, and Oleg realized that although only a small splash of water splashed in front of him today, behind this splash, the monstrous waves had cast heavy shadows.

People who live in the North End are always sensitive to danger and opportunity.

The sooner he got the spell seal, the better, and he scavenged for information about the owner of Gini Hut, the witch who had become the 'Great Sage'—the only thing he could think of was that she was a student at First University and the head of the student council.

"It's necessary to sell yourself, but how?"

"It has to be sold for value, and it can't be poked in the backbone by the old guys...... But what else can I sell but my bones?"

Holding the wine bottle, with this trouble, Oleg staggered towards Gudiao Street.

Then he saw a different night view of the North District.

A group of small mushrooms spitting sun bubbles and running around. The gloomy night in the North District is particularly clear, and the image of Oleg is particularly clear.

"Don't run around in front of me, you arrogant things that spoil the night in the North End and disturb our peace!" Oleg kicked a small mushroom that spat out the sun at his feet:

"Damn thing!"

The little mushroom slashed in a miserable arc in mid-air and slammed into the stone pier on the side of the road. A gargoyle sculpture perched on a stone pier suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the small mushroom full of magical power.

"Hiccup......

The gargoyle burped widely, and a small string of bubbles of sunlight appeared at the corner of its mouth, which cracked weakly before hitting the ground, and its face became more and more hideous.

Oleg finally felt a lot more comfortable in his heart.