Hundreds of silver reeds that had been stormy in the turbulent river soon flowed to the gentle downstream. When the maid and woman who were washing clothes in the morning accidentally grabbed a silver coin, the good things that were lost were destined to spread to ten and ten hundred.

Squire, doctor, pagans in charge, mulemen, and even serfs and greedy priests gathered on both sides of the Mi River, took off their clothes and jumped into the water, and rushed to grab the silver coins that were going downstream.

Chen Yin is at the bottom of the river section, and the water is overwhelming.

He took the silver Reed he picked up and put it in his bag. It came early enough. Chen Yin searched for forty-six Reeds in a short time, almost one and a half Rona gold coins.

Hedwig's three-month material has been settled.

After touching the heavy bag, forty-six Yin Reed was almost equivalent to the salary of a carpenter in the city for two months. Chen Yin was very satisfied.

"Why isn't it the Enjoy Blessing Bell Tower..." Chen Yin said regretfully.

The source of divine power in the Resurrection Town - the Bell Tower of Suffering, must let oneself suffer before the lights will be lit. During the days when he was imprisoned, he saved almost a layer of lights for the bell tower.

But it is reasonable to think about it carefully. If you enjoy the blessing and can ignite the lights, it will not take up all the benefits? It is like surrendering at the fifteenth time, but you cannot win.

Chen Yin is not greedy, and the upper and middle passages are also squeezed by others. There will be no more silver coins here, so he stands up and leaves.

"It's time to go to Magic Academy, there's a class today."

He is an introductory apprentice at the Town Magic Academy.

The academy is the only wizard in the town: Lucius, a pagan, and a puppet master.

Walking on the empty street, Chen Yin turned left and right, and the tall old building fell into his eyes. It was converted from an old church, with a micro-supplied round dome, and the overall style of Romance-style opening and closing. Three pointed and round towers stand in all directions, not matching the old church, but a magic tower, casting a gloomy shadow.

It is said to be an academy, but there are only 30 apprentices and about 900 people in the Resurrection Town. Among them, there are very few qualified to study magic. What's more, in the concept of true believers, witchcraft is always a taboo unclean thing.

Chen Yin is the only true believer in the academy.

The reason he started with the Magic Academy was simple.

free.

In this world, whether it is the True Sect or the Giant King Sect, they advocate that knowledge is priceless, and they only charge a certain amount of wheat or cloth.

The college that cannot recruit students is considered to implement knowledge invaluable to the end. Lucius does not charge any material fees. As long as the students are qualified enough, they can enter the school to study magic.

Having said that, most of the students are pagans, and these outsiders are richer than real people and do not care about the costs.

Chen Yin came to the school hall, which was the hall of the church. The statue was moved aside, and the stone table stood on the crystal ball, the shrine was replaced with dark stone slabs, and the traces of charcoal pens were still left.

People came early in the school.

Several young men in embroidered blue robes sat in the front seat, with a completely different status from Chen Yin. They glanced at Chen Yin with a slight look, and the tallest one asked, "Pagan, have you gone to pick up money?"

To him, he was a pagan.

"Pick it up." Chen Yin replied with a smile.

Those formal apprentices smiled at each other, with mockery and arrogance in their eyes, without explicit irony, but just a kind of contempt like a joke. For these wealthy pagans, true believers are often excluded from the circle, let alone civilians.

Chen Yin sighed lightly. He had clearly guided them to hate him before, but why was he still so cold and calm?

It is too slow to accumulate suffering through their contempt.

Chen Yin doesn't want to cause trouble on his own initiative, but he really hopes that others will provoke him.

In a few quarters of an hour, the apprentices walked into the school one after another and sat down. The introductory apprentices sat intentionally or unintentionally near the formal apprentices, but they really couldn't get into the circle. The poor apprentices came to the other side. In any case, no one was willing to come to a true scholar, and Chen Yin sat alone in the back seat.

In the eyes of true believers, pagans are certainly unclean, but in the eyes of pagans, aren’t true believers?

Chen Yin smiled.

Although this feeling of being collectively isolated is unbearable, when the lights on the bell tower are gradually burning, there is a joy of harvest.

“It seems that guiding emotions is still useful.”

Chen Yin knew that when they saw themselves, they would be bored intentionally or unintentionally, just like the roommate who shouted the most assault on the king during a college nap.

Because I have fiddled with their emotions... in fact, it is not just emotions, their lives, love, freedom, and destiny... I can't control them.

Like a free will puppet.

The difference is that Chen Yin just wants it or not.

The wizard Lucius, who came on stage from the side door, had a long and gray beard, his eyes were deep under the wizard's hat, and his old and twisted wrinkles. The old man's back-shaped hunch was not bent backward, but forward, his entire abdomen was pressed in front, but his chest was leaning backward. It was not difficult to guess how twisted his spine was.

"Today, we talk about the taboos of magic." Lucius's voice was hoarse and dry, and his face was thin. Although he had seen it many times, Chen Yin could not help but see the countless thick yellow tumor marks in his clothes, but Tong Kong shrank slightly, and his disgust arises naturally.

The tall icon casts a suppressed shadow.

"Learning magic must be a pursuit of knowledge, but there are taboos in knowledge."

Dead soul disease

Lucius wrote words on the slabs that were obscure and were used to recite magic.

Chen Yin stared at the noun she had never heard before, and felt inexplicably dizzy.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, he felt something creeping.

"The dead souls recovered from the ancient bloodline, violent, evil, and distorted desires of paranoidness. The older the bloodline, the more they suffer, and countless people regard it as a curse of the bloodline. When the dead soul disease spreads, the pale rain will pour down! It is all due to the taboo of exploring the gods!"

While his voice was hoarse and harsh, Lucius' blood-filled eyes trembled, which was abnormally weird, and there was a faint black shadow surging under his sleeves.

Chen Yin couldn't help but tense up and glanced at the others, but the pagans sat there as if nothing had happened.

He had goose bumps on his skin. Did these pagans not feel this way?

Lucius swept hard at everyone, and when Chen Yin fell, his heart suddenly became unknown.

"Chen Yin! Where did I just talk about it?!"

Chen Yin was stunned, stood up, and slowly said, "Because of exploring taboos...the dead soul disease that has recovered from ancient bloodlines..."

Abnormal...very abnormal...wizards...and these pagans...

"Okay, remember...always fear God's taboo!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the treacherous words on the stone slab seemed to penetrate into his mind. Chen Yin couldn't help but stare at it.

Over time, the brain feels dizzy like ischemia, just like squatting for a long time.

Painting his head hard, Chen Yin tried to take a deep breath...

Slowly, after dizziness, Chen Yin raised his head.

Everything was normal, Chen Yin looked at the obscure word again and his mind was calm.

When his eyes fell on Lucius, the ugly old man's tone was very different from before.

"Sit down and listen to the class carefully in the future."

Chen Yin slowly sat down and couldn't help but breathe.

Did you see the hallucination just now?

Because of that sea of ​​clouds?

Touching his forehead, Chen Yin swept the pagans with his eyes.

No wonder they didn't respond...

After that strange dizziness, he felt an unspeakable fatigue.

It was soon time for self-study, and Chen Yin stood up and prepared to go home first. The college rules were scattered.

The pagans in circles talk to each other, read books alone, borrow notes, or organize the folds of their robes, and the slightly bustling sound echoed in front of the statue, a sacred and soothing atmosphere.

Chen Yin, who was sitting alone at the table, did not alarm anyone. He tried to get up as gently as possible without making too many sounds.

Chen Yin straightened his sleeves and walked outward.

The moment his figure disappeared outside the door.

Next to the stone slab and in front of the statue, the entire academy twisted his head in unison, stiff and dull, staring out the door.

Originally, his back was facing the door, he bent his spine in an inhuman posture, his head hangs back and stagnates in mid-air.
Chapter completed!