Fashen live room

Chapter 17 Trying
No-name alley 53 meters to the left of No. 60 Bond Street, District [-]

This alley is sandwiched between the walls of the houses on both sides, and no one's door is opened in it, so there are few people walking around in the alley, but in the past two days, it has almost become Norman's temporary work in the third district place.

Now he was sitting inside, leaning against the wall, the package he had been carrying on his back lying aside.

"...what a miserly fellow,"

In the alley where there was only one person, Norman complained to himself: "He drank more than half of the ale, and I couldn't sleep in it for two nights..."

He entangled with Tomas for a long time yesterday, until they both drank up the barrel of ale and Tomas still refused to agree that he should sleep at Thomas's house.And Tomas himself didn't sleep inside, but slept outside that night, what a strange person.

After complaining about the old drunkard, Norman thought of the group of people who fell from the sky.

"That's magic..."

Unlike the so-called "life-changing spell" that Norman fooled Peggy, those people last night were obviously using real spells, so they were able to fly down from the sky against common sense and not fall to their deaths.

Peggy said before that the power of spells can "make a clear sky blow up violent storms, and make a silent volcano erupt in an instant", but Norman didn't take it seriously, thinking that this little girl was exaggerating, or her other teacher Ben Mr. Sen was also fooling her—Norman didn't believe that such an incredible thing could be done with human power alone.

However, what happened yesterday made Norman face up to the power of spells again: even people flying in the sky like birds, things that Norman could not have imagined before, happened, and there is nothing that spells can’t do. Woolen cloth?Even, Norman deeply suspected that the scene in the dream he often did was caused by magic.

"I really want to experience the power of a mage for myself..."

Norman muttered to himself, and stretched out his hands in front of him unconsciously.

He looked at his hands, and a thought came to him uncontrollably.Then, he stood up, looked around carefully like a thief, and after making sure that there was no one in front of and behind the alley, he stood there with a solemn expression, and after recalling it, he sang in a deep and solemn voice: "Great Your tantaiyouya, your faithful believer prays for the twilight..."

In the past few days of private teaching to Peggy, Norman has seen the piece of paper with spells written on it more than once.With the help of the mages in his body, he has memorized this spell by heart, so he can say it immediately.Moreover, after a few days of "studying", his level of ancient Chinese has improved, and a small half of this spell can be understood, which also gives him the confidence and urge to try again.

When chanting this incantation, Norman concentrated his attention, so he actually noticed something different from before!
He still remembered that when he chanted this spell at Peggy's house last time, nothing happened, just talking like usual, but this time when he just started chanting this spell, there seemed to be something in his body Something moved!
This feeling is hard to describe, if you have to say it, it seems like there is a small puddle in his mind.As he chanted the mantra, the little puddle flowed!

At the same time, there seems to be something else in his mind, this small puddle of something flowing into this thing... It's really hard to understand, for example, it seems that there is an empty space in Norman's mind. casks, and a puddle of ale.As Norman chanted the spell, the puddle of ale flowed into the empty barrel consciously, but there was too little ale, and before Norman finished chanting, all of it flowed into the barrel. .

"...a request to come!"

call,
A gust of wind twisted around Norman's hand that was placed in front of him stupidly, blowing past, the alley was dead silent.

Norman kept the posture just now, motionless, his eyes rolled around, looking left and right for a long time.

Nothing happened.

"Ugh……"

Norman sighed, and took back the two hands that he had put in front of him stupidly just now.

Just now he was keenly aware of the different abnormalities in his body and thought that he could successfully activate the spell this time, but he didn't expect it to be the same, nothing could be activated, which made him frown and think hard: How did it start?Hasn't he already recited the spell in its entirety?What is missing? ...

Norman was just sitting in the alley thinking hard, but before he could figure it out, the sound of footsteps came from the alley, which made Norman take his mind off for a while, and cast his gaze over - today's "study" is about to start again .

After a few days, Norman has broken away from the low-end pattern of robbing in public on the first day, and has risen to the high-end pattern of having a spokesperson, the so-called younger brother: Bernie, Baker, Pinault, these few were robbed by him on the first day The old guys are now his little brothers. They volunteered to find "broilers" to rob Norman of ancient language knowledge. Norman only needs to sit here and wait every day. Everything is wonderful and incredible.

What's even more incredible is that none of the students who were drawn by them to let Norman plunder the knowledge of ancient languages ​​were dissatisfied. Everyone has a flattering smile on their face.

These city people have a hobby of being robbed?
Norman can't figure it out, but it's none of his business, as long as he can rob the knowledge.Of course, every time after the robbery, he would "help" these poor people who were robbed to look at their ancient Chinese homework - the ancient Chinese has the most words and explanations.Of course, these are not a problem for Norman, as long as the scope of the ancient language is within the scope of the ancient language he has learned, it will be easy to solve.

Everything went unbelievably well.

If things go on like this, there shouldn't be any problem in passing the entrance exam for some church school in a month, right? ...

Norman thought about it, and saw people coming in at the entrance of the alley as usual, but unlike usual, there was something wrong with the people coming.

Seeing the person coming, Norman's slack eyes suddenly sharpened. He bent and raised his waist, and nimbly grabbed his package from the ground and started to run in the opposite direction, but he just turned around with his left leg. Before he could step forward, he stopped again.

At the end of the alley, two people also emerged.

Norman had no choice but to turn his body around again, looking at the two people coming from the alley, with a smile on his face, but he was already yelling in his heart: Bernie, Baker, Pino, don't let me touch you again, otherwise If you say that, you will be beaten until your mother doesn't even know you!
I saw the two people coming from the alley, one was quite fat and the other was very thin.

The fat one is wearing a red and white mandarin jacket. Norman has known him for the past two days and knows that it is the uniform of Sheriff Cardenas. The thin one is wearing a loose gray robe with a small With a short beard and triangular eyes, he doesn't look like a good person at first glance, but he also put on a solemn and solemn appearance, which looks a bit awkward.

Franklin Wood, through the past few days wandering around in the third district, Norman has gotten to know the triangular-eyed owner of the red house, the distinguished mage.

He robbed his students by himself, but he finally came to him.

(End of this chapter)