Compared to the rest of Beta, the night in the North End is extraordinarily dark. It's very rare to see hordes of lightworms here. Even the occasional swarm of wild lantern flies from the Silent Forest are quickly caught by poor magicians and sold to other parts of town.

It was ok near the Gini hut.

Because Colmar was there, Gu Carving Street is very lively now, but there is a lack of lanterns, and many wizards in the North District have volunteered to donate their magic lanterns hidden in their homes to add light to the hope of the North District.

But after leaving Gu Carving Street, the two young wizards suddenly fell into a situation where one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Luckily, they are wizards.

What's bad is that as a boy, Zheng Qing can't take out his law book to show off his style at such a critical moment. His Dharma book was still tied with a belt and stuffed in the deepest part of the gray cloth bag.

So it was Jiang Yu who finally cast the lighting spell.

"The other month is not small, this day is not small!"

Jiang Yu held the law book and recited the incantation. I saw a group of slender mushrooms lined up in a neat line, jumping out of the witch's magic book, and the mushroom heads emitted golden fluorescence.

It was as if the elementary school students after class had dispersed in an instant after leaving the school gate, swarming, and in the blink of an eye, the entire dark street was filled. Rays of sunlight burst out of the mushrooms' heads, swaying like bubbles into the air, then shattering into small patches of golden light.

A ray of sunlight illuminates a square foot, and a thousand rays of sunlight illuminate an entire street.

Accustomed to the bleak environment of the night, the North District magicians retreated into the shadows in panic, like a mongrel vampire who only encountered sunlight, staring at the streets covered with sunlight and mushrooms with bloodshot eyes.

The abundant sunlight in turn promotes the growth of these mushrooms, making them stronger, taller, and spitting out more and more sunlight and brighter.

Like the voracious Ouroboros, these mushrooms are never satisfied. As long as there is enough magic flowing from the magic books, they dare to break through all the shrouds of night and illuminate the infinite and far-reaching darkness.

Young witches and wizards step on golden shards of sunlight with smiles on their faces and brisk steps.

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Oleg grabbed a bottle of Kraken Rum and staggered over from the other side of the street.

Dressed in shabby gray robes, he was tall and had thick body hair, and his broad chin was hidden under a large fluffy beard, which looked like a brown bear walking upright from a distance.

This is not a mocking statement - on the contrary, Oleg is very fond of being complimented on him like a bear - because according to his grandfather's grandfather, their ancestors lived in the great forest west of Simperia, and they have a trace of Slavic bear blood, and they are very blessed by the great forest.

"Slavic bears, the most powerful warriors in the wizarding world. Every time he was drunk, he always liked to drag his companions and spray them with alcohol: "Every Slavic bear can single-handedly take on an entire werewolf tribe!"

As for why Oleg's group ended up on Phuket Island, lost their precious Slavic bear blood, and finally fell to the northern district of Beta Town, he did not know the specific process. But that doesn't stop him from being the big brother in the North End Tricksters.

Yes, big brother.

Although Oleg has a poor magical talent without the bearman blood, his strong body and intimidating appearance, as well as the perhaps real 'blessing of the Great Forest', have allowed the young trickster to gain prestige in the Northern District.

He can carry a thousand pounds of sacks in one go and unload a full cargo ship in ten minutes, he can carry a flint and steel and a woodcutter and wander through the silent forest for a whole week, and he can stand in front of his weaker companions when the wizards are in the wild, so that they can be less harmed.

But all this – the prestige that has been accumulated for more than a decade – has been put in jeopardy in just two days.

"Goo, goo. ”

Oleg threw his neck back and poured a belly of Kraken Rum hard. His eyes were red from the spicy drink, and the cloudy wine trickled down his messy beard, staining his already shabby gray robe.

Siren Rum is one of the favorite drinks of the North End pranksters. It is said to have been made by the Kraken clan from the depths of the sea with the blood of the Kraken mixed with aged seaweed – of course, this is just a beautiful lie concocted by the unscrupulous sake merchants in the North End. In fact, the legend is only half true.

Kraken rum does have aged seaweed in it. That's all. It is made by fermenting and distilling the seaweed juice pressed from seaweed. However, the addition of rumors of 'Kraken's blood' adds a bit of magic to this wine.

The people of the North Ward are most fond of things related to magic.

This makes the Kraken Rum a perennial bestseller in this community. The taste of this wine is very similar to that of the green bees that wizards love. Oleg had drunk the green bees, and he thought that the clear and turquoise wine was like a little doll's drink, too soft and uninteresting. This feeling gave him some courage when facing wizards outside the North District.

But courage is just courage after all.

Compared to real magic, the effect of courage seems so weak.

Albon, the little French cub with beautiful blond curly hair, who had received a spell from the great sage of Colmar, turned down the job his employer in public today.

"I'm already a wizard and can't do this kind of work. Arbon stood in front of his employer, trying to straighten up, holding a frog in his hand, trying to make himself brave: "Oleg, this kind of hard work should be done by a guy like Oleg." ”

Albon has always been like this.

When doing things, I like to cheat and play tricks, and do a little cleverness. Every day when I go to work, I always carry a worn-out law book pinned to my waist to show that I am different from other magicians. It is said that the Dharma book has been passed down in their family for many years and is a real family heirloom.

It's just that until now, Arbon is the only one left in the family, and he has never found a real owner for this law book. Albon had approached the wizards who occasionally passed through the North to try to sell the book. But no wizard was willing to pay more than two silver horns.

It was an insult to the Arbon family, a magician from the banks of the Loire, who cursed behind his back and pinned the book back into his belt in frustration.

It wasn't like he didn't try to copy the mantra to the book. Every magic he learned in the Gini hut was copied very carefully in the law book, and it was full of it. But none of the spells could be used.

That is, until the eldest sister Colma put a black spell mark on his head.