Fashen live room

Chapter 1 The Mage

The Ninth Arrondissement is a famous slum in Cardenas.

As the lowest part of the city, the sewage system has not yet been repaired here, so the residents here will take out the urine and feces accumulated in the toilet the previous day every morning, and dump them on the streets and alleys. This also made the entire Ninth District more dirty and filthy, and people with status would never come here.

It was almost noon now, and a second-floor window facing the street opened. A lazy woman who got up late struggled to pick up the toilet, put it by the window, and fell down without looking carefully.

"Wow"

"Swish"

The bucket of water just poured down from the top of Norman's head, pouring it all over his body, soaking his entire upper body, and a strong smell of urine followed.

"Card wipe!"

The woman on the second floor is obviously very experienced. After seeing that she was drenched in someone, she quickly retracted the toilet and lowered the window. The whole action was completed almost instantly, so when Norman wiped it with his hand After looking up, I couldn't see anything.

There are only a few people on this street.

The expressions on the faces of these people were originally dull and stiff, with cloudy and dull eyes, but after seeing this scene, they all grinned, especially the one on the left front of Norman who was leaning against the wall and half lying on the ground basking in the sun. The thin man in ragged clothes, he was the most distressed at first, but now he laughed out loud, rolling on the ground with his stomach in his arms, with an extremely happy expression on his face.

Those who will be here are some lowly people with miserable lives. There is nothing in life that can make them happy. Probably only seeing someone more unlucky than them can make them laugh.

While laughing, they stared at Norman. The few people who were going to go past did not leave. They stood in place, waiting to watch the play and watch how Norman scolded the family upstairs, but they were destined to be disappointed.

Norman raised his head and opened his mouth. Seeing that he was about to swear, but he couldn't get the words out, so he could only swallow them, sighed, and then continued to walk forward, his eyes unfocused. .

He really didn't have the energy to scold. This tall man of about 1.8 meters seemed to have lost all his strength at this moment, and the words he heard just now echoed in his ears.

"Emma?...Oh, the Julius family, right?...They used to live here, but they moved away a long time ago...I don't know, they must not be in Cardenas anyway, I heard they Going to San Vita..."

“Not in Cardenas anymore”

"Not in Cardenas anymore"...

These words kept repeating in his heart, tugging at his heart, and torturing him until he had no strength left.

Norman finally had an expression, with despair in his eyes.

How could it be gone? !
The harvest in the village was not good this year, and his father, the old Norman, was starved to death. Seeing that the food at home was not enough for him to survive the next year, he could only flee from Ashley Village to Cardenas. Just to find the "Aunt Emma" that the old Norman called, how could she be gone? !What should I do if she is gone! ?
Ashley Village will definitely not be able to go back. He still owes Master Barton this year’s rent and has not paid. This time he will definitely be arrested by the agricultural officer and beaten to death. Those serfs with missing arms and legs all lost their arms and legs in this way.

But staying in Cardenas is not an option: He has been in Cardenas for seven days. During these seven days, he has not only found the whereabouts of Aunt Emma's house, but also learned a lot about the rules in the city. People who know nothing but farming can't get a job in a big city like Cardenas. They can only beg on the side of the road, and that kind of end is a dead end.

In the past few days, he has seen several beggars dying of starvation on the side of the road.

Desperate all the way, Norman walked unconsciously all the way, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he had left the ninth district.

The sun in Cardenas always seems to be very big, after walking for half a day,

Passers-by saw Norman like this, and they all walked around. No one was willing to approach him, and they all looked at him with contempt and sneer.

Apparently, this was another bumpkin from the country who was accidentally splashed with piss, as is always the case in Cardenas.

"Cuckoo"

No matter how desperate or frustrated Norman is, what should come will always come. For example, his stomach, which has not eaten for three days, began to cramp and make a "cuckoo" sound. He also clearly felt the pain in his stomach. The last bit of fat was trembling and jumping involuntarily, pulling the tendons on his stomach, once and for all.

I can't take it anymore, I need to eat something.

As Norman thought about it, his hand unconsciously touched his back, onto a hard object wrapped in cloth.

This bag tied up with cloth contained all his belongings: a pot with a small hole missing, a piece of clothing that was stripped from the old Norman before he died, and an iron head for a hand rake.

Originally, there were two packets of beans and a handful of shepherd's purse in it, all of which he ate on the way here, and he also sold the iron head of a hoe to the blacksmith shop, which he could eat four days ago A reason for something.

The pot... still can't be sold, right? ...

Norman's hand moved down to the iron head of the hand rake, feeling through the cloth.

Is that still selling this?

Just when Norman didn't know how to make a choice, a person in front of him attracted his attention.

He is standing at an intersection now, in front of him on the left, there is a large wall with a lot of paper pasted on it.

He had never learned the alphabet, and he didn't know what was written on it, but now, a man walked up to the wall and pasted a piece of paper on it.

Norman's eyes suddenly widened, and his eyes instantly became focused, staring firmly at the piece of paper.

What was written on that paper was a little different from other papers.

On that piece of paper, there are several strange patterns.

These patterns may seem inexplicable to others, but they have different meanings to Norman: since childhood, his left eye can always see similar patterns, and at the same time he can hear them from his heart. He heard many voices, too many and too noisy, which often gave him a splitting headache and had tortured him for more than ten years.

For example, now, with his left eye, he could see this kind of pattern drifting past, and he could also hear noisy voices from his heart, speaking words he couldn't understand.

"￥!@&...@*#...*￥%"

Fortunately, after more than ten years of experience, Norman has become more and more tolerable. Basically, he will not roll on the ground with his head hurting like he did when he was a child.

Norman took two quick steps forward, came to the front of the wall, looked carefully, and found that many of the patterns on it were indeed of the same type as what he saw with his left eye.

I don’t know if those people living in his heart can also see things outside. The patterns he saw with his left eye gradually changed to the same pattern as on the paper, and the sounds he heard also changed. All in tune.

The man with the sticker noticed Norman's strangeness, took a step back, looked at Norman frowning, and asked hesitantly, "What's wrong?..."

If it wasn't for Norman's weird expression, he probably wouldn't have paid any attention to this country bumpkin who smelled strongly of urine.

But the next moment, the man's eyes suddenly widened.

"Hiring an ancient Chinese tutor, salary negotiable, address, Jordan Road, District [-]..."

Norman subconsciously followed the voices he heard.

He had listened to this sound for more than ten years, and he couldn't sleep peacefully. It made him dizzy from the torment, and he was very familiar with it long ago.Although he didn't know the meaning, there was no obstacle for Norman to follow the pronunciation of the voices he heard.

"You are a mage?!"

Hearing the weird and weird pronunciation like Mr. Benson, the man's voice was raised and sharp. He looked at Norman with an incredulous expression: Shouldn't nobles like mages be as noble and elegant as Mr. Benson?But what the hell is standing in front of him!
Messy hair like a chicken coop, black and yellow on the face, gum in the eyes, protruding nose hair, stubble, and even though the clothes on the body are covered with patches, there are still several holes , you can see the flesh inside——

Will this be a mage?
Norman was as puzzled as the man, and frowned.

Master?

The unfamiliar words that came out of the man's mouth made him confused, so just when he was about to ask what a mage was, the man suddenly spoke again.

"Look at what I'm talking about, I'm damned to question your identity!..."

The man apologized repeatedly, mainly because he was frightened by Norman's frown, and at the same time Mr. Benson's words flashed through his mind.

"I heard people say, don't talk about mage robes now, even the mage badges issued by the church are fake, so if you want to help your daughter find a real mage to teach her, you can't look at those, are you Those who can’t tell the truth from the fake... Take this piece of paper and go. If you can understand what I wrote, you must be a mage. This is something that cannot be faked, and you will not be deceived. "

Although it doesn't seem to have anything to do with a mage, but he can recognize and read ancient Chinese, and the pronunciation seems to be similar to that of Mr. Benson. This big man must be a mage!How could he question the other party? !You see, the other party is angry!
"This is not a place to talk, let's go to my house to talk? Honorable mage, you don't have to worry, I will try my best to satisfy you with money, I just hope you can give me a chance to talk..."

The man chattered, and Norman swallowed back what he was about to say.

His thoughts were all captured by "money".

This man wants to give him money?
The man chattered for a while, and finally asked: "Mr. Master, what do you think?"

Norman recalled the majestic appearance of Master Patton, tried his best to stretch his face, turned his face up, and nodded, "Then let's go."

Since he has money to take, he can pretend to be some kind of mage. As for what to do if he is exposed...

Let's talk about it at that time, at worst, the old man here in Cardenas will send someone to arrest and beat him up. Anyway, he is almost starving to death, and those with bare feet are not afraid of wearing shoes!

But in the bottom of Norman's heart, the voices he heard were more and more noisy, and they were not as neat and unified as when he was looking at the paper before, but very messy.If our Norman is a real mage, then he can understand what these voices are saying.

"It's saved, there is Chinese in this world!"

"Finally hope to communicate with the anchor, 6666666"

"This is a milestone progress in this live broadcast room! Brothers, let's go for a wave of gold coin gifts!"

"$%@ (mage)? What kind of profession is this? Is there a master who is proficient in foreign language to translate it? The novice said he didn't understand."

"The transliteration is correct, but the boss who has read the meaning for ten years also said that he doesn't know what it means. It is the first time I have heard this word in my impression. Combining the context before and after, it seems to be a great social status, similar to that of nobles. Kind? Not sure."

"I worship the previous few language masters who taught themselves otherworldly languages. After watching it for eight years, this weak chicken said that I still can only understand a few simple words."

"Why don't some bosses who understand this language communicate with the anchor?"

"At first glance, it looks like a newcomer. This anchor is illiterate. We don't have a font library for this language. How can we communicate without a font library if we can only understand?"

"Where's the housing manager? The one who posted the advertisement was blocked."

"Stop joking, where is the housekeeper in this room?"...

Of course, even if Norman is a real mage and understands every word, he still won't understand what these voices are saying.

(End of this chapter)