"Huff...Huff..."
The rapid and heavy breathing made the boy's lungs dry and hot. Every time he inhaled and exhaled air, it was extremely painful.
But the boy still ran desperately. The physical pain could not cover up the ecstasy on his young face.
The ground in the slum was wet and slippery. When he stepped on it, mud mixed with unknown substances squeezed out from between his toes, making it difficult for his toes to grip the ground.
He fell and fell flat on his face, and his whole body was dirty.
But he didn't hesitate at all, he got up and ran again.
He finally ran to his destination.
This is a narrow alley with shanty towns on both sides made entirely of stones, wood and hay.
In a seemingly small place, there are countless houses stacked up, and every winter the accumulated snow will collapse one or two of them.
People come and go on the narrow aisle.
"Huff...Huff..."
The boy supported his knees with both hands and took a few deep breaths. After catching his breath, he shouted hysterically: "Great news...Huff...Great magician Theodore said...In the future, all of us can practice magic!"
With the boy's hysterical shouting, the shantytown became quiet.
Countless people looked over.
After a breath, there was a burst of laughter, which spread throughout the shantytown.
"Hahaha..."
"You little idiot, you stole the mercenary's money again. You must have been beaten stupid?"
"You stupid idiot, are you making fun of us? You are asking for a beating!"
All kinds of laughter and scolding came from the shantytown.
"Really...I'm not lying!"
The boy was dumbfounded, and his face, which was already red from running wildly, became even redder.
"Don't run outside if you have nothing to do. Help your mother with more work."
"That's right, you just know how to steal all day long."
The neighbors scolded.
"I didn't, these are true, Master Theodore said it himself in front of the magic tower!" The boy was so anxious that he jumped up and down. He tried his best to explain, but no one believed him at all. Who made him have a bad record?
No, it should be said that what he said was too ridiculous.
Magic has always been practiced only by nobles. How could they, the lowly people, be qualified to learn it?
The neighbors' ridicule made his mother rush over in a rage, picked up his ears and dragged him home.
Along the way, the boy saw his second grandfather grinning at him with his old yellow teeth; the bucktooth uncle threw sundries at him; the beautiful aunt was lying on the window in disheveled clothes, giggling at him.
The boy was anxious.
He suddenly thought of a way out and shouted loudly:
"Great existence from the blue star, you are the master of language and text, you are the pioneer of the Internet, under your protection, I will be connected to all living things." After
the voice fell, a scroll emitting a bright light appeared in front of him.
At this moment, the laughter in the alley stopped abruptly!
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The dilapidated courtyard that was temporarily requisitioned as a school was densely packed with people.
Looking closely, almost all of them had rough and dark skin, and were wearing patched linen clothes that were so dirty that they hadn't been washed for who knows how long.
It was obvious that almost all of them were from the lower class of the people nearby.
At this time, the scene was as messy as a vegetable market.
Children crowded in the front, and adults stood in the back, showing their yellow and orange teeth, chattering with saliva flying.
"Old man, you come to learn to read too?"
"Yes!"
"Let me tell you, it's not easy to learn magic at our age!"
"Well, I've never thought about magic. I was just thinking about whether I could learn some fighting skills to strengthen my body and do my work! If that doesn't work, I might as well take a look at the official website of the empire. I heard from Changxiusuan that it has everything and it's very interesting."
"Yes, I also heard from the literate people in the village that I always thought that the empire only had the emperor, the city lord and the wizard, but I didn't expect there were so many things."
The adults were talking about the actual content, but the children were arguing over who was more powerful!
"The God of Magic is the most powerful. In our empire, the most powerful are the three Gods of Magic!"
"Bullshit, the most powerful is the God of the Internet! He is a real god."
"The God of Magic is also a god! He is the most powerful magician, even more powerful than Master Gambilin!"
"Anyway, the God of the Internet is the most powerful."
"Then what do you think the God of the Internet can do? Can he control fire? Can he summon ice cones? Can he make holes in the ground?"
"He can... He can use the Internet. If you have the guts, don't go on the Internet!"
"That's right, if you have the guts, don't go on the Internet, don't go there to learn magic."
"All the magic on the Internet belongs to the God of the Internet. He must be the most powerful."
When a group of children were arguing, someone suddenly shouted "Silence".
"Silence, silence, the teacher is here!"
With the exclamation, the yard, which was noisy a moment ago, suddenly became quiet the next second.
I saw a young man with an arrogant look, walking up to the stone podium.
He looked at the eager untouchables below with disdain. To be honest, if teaching was not a formal job, he could enjoy allowances and 200 Internet points per month, he would not come to teach these untouchables!
However, when he looked at the awe and desire of the untouchables, he suddenly felt a little vain.
He thought that coming to teach might be a good choice, at least it was much better than being treated like a dog in the city lord's mansion.
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Under the silver star tree that was like a crown, an old couple carefully spread out the envelope brought by the mercenary.
It was a letter from their son. It was
a rare letter after two months, but there was only a lonely piece of letter paper in the envelope.
The letter paper did not write about family matters as usual. On the contrary, it wrote something about "internet magic".
To be honest, if it were not for the master of the city wizard who sent people to shout propaganda along the streets every day, the old couple would be afraid that their son was bewitched by some evil god.
"Our child sent us his soul number!"
the old man shouted to his wife with a look of surprise on his face.
"What? What soul number?"
"It's the personal number on the Internet... Oh, you don't understand even if I tell you, just wait!"
The old man explained, and slowly recited the prayers recorded in the letter, which were also the words that the master wizard sent people to promote these days.
As he chanted, the iconic virtual scroll of the Internet unfolded in front of him.
The old man followed the instructions in his son's letter and spent half an hour to add his son's account.
When he repeatedly confirmed that the number was not entered correctly and clicked the virtual key to confirm, in just a few seconds, the Internet social network responded that the other party had agreed.
Before the old man could figure out what to do next.
A small virtual parchment suddenly popped up on the virtual scroll.
On the parchment was his son's unique soul mark, and below it were two text options, one [Reject] and the other [Answer].
The old man clicked [Answer].
In an instant, a voice appeared, blurring his eyes.
"Father, is that you?"
"Yeah, it's my kid?" The old man didn't say anything. His wife grabbed him and raised her voice in surprise.
"Mom, it's me."
"Oh, where are you? Why can't I see you?" The old woman shouted hurriedly, turning her head to look around the yard.
"I'm in Camp Harbor!"
"Ah, you're still there? Then... then why does your voice sound like you're in the yard?"
"Hahaha, mom, this is the voice call of the Internet Magic. From now on, we can talk every day!"
"What? Internet Magic, isn't this the thing that the wizard master talks about every day?"
The old woman looked at her husband, and her husband replied, "Isn't it this thing?"
The two old people and their son were amazed at the Internet Magic for a while, and then they changed the topic and cared about their son's work.
Knowing that their son was doing well with old Bert, and had even started to try to practice magic recently, and had already condensed soul power, and was praised by old Bert, the two old people were very happy.
"Mom and Dad, let's stop talking. I'm going to work. Let's talk in the evening. By the way, remember to go to the magic prop shop and order an Internet mithril ring. The time to log in with prayers is too short."
"Okay, okay, go and get busy. Take care of yourself. Don't save money. Buy some meat." The old woman stretched her head and shouted at the call interface, fearing that her son couldn't hear her.
"Hey, I know, mom."
Beep!
The call ended, and the parchment that appeared on the virtual scroll disappeared. The two old people stood there for a long time without saying a word.
After a long time, the old woman wiped her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Old man, how do you think the god of the Internet should be worshipped?"