In the early morning, on the first floor of the small villa in the Belfort District of Bu Shen City, Renn put down the newspaper in his hand. On it was the news of the "curtain call" of the Blood Marquis Grover.
This is the newspaper he ordered from the Witcher branch, a weekly magazine exclusively for extraordinary people or the upper class.
His wallet has bulged recently. After paying off the 100 gold coins he owed the association when buying equipment, he currently still has 940 gold coins. As a rough analogy, it is equivalent to about 400,000 soft girl coins.
He is considered to be rich, and for the mission of the Red Witch, he was recorded 4 times and received 3 bottles of natural source, plus the 5 bottles given to him by Catherine before she left, for a total of 8 bottles!
He has been working at Baker's Bar for the past half month and resigned yesterday. The boss, William Baker, did not retain him. He knew that he was a young man with great potential and could not always be a bartender.
Speaking of which, Lane also set a record. He was the only waiter at Baker's Bar in the past 12 years who did not leave his job after being disabled.
At night, Renn takes natural sources to practice the energy of the stars, which is extremely efficient.
In order to maximize the effect of the potion, he takes a bottle of natural source every five days. Now he has reached the middle level of the third level and is about to enter the high level of the third level. The energy of the stars is released and the lethality can be maintained within 14 meters!
Once a transcendent is promoted to the third level, as long as he is not a waste or a logistics technician, the psychic energy can be emitted at least more than 5 meters. If it exceeds 10 meters, it will roughly reach the third level. If it exceeds 15 meters, it will enter the third level. If it exceeds 20 meters, it will reach the third level.
You can prepare resources and try to enter the fourth level!
After drinking all the milk in the glass, Ren took out the recommendation letter from the old goat. The other party heard that he was going to school and wrote it for him. The old goat knew a certain vice president of Bushen University.
He set out in a small suit and sneakers, closed the bronze art door, and walked to Bushen University in the east of the city.
After leaving the Belfort area, we first entered a commercial street. There were many street artists in the open spaces on both sides of the street.
There are painters who are creating with drawing boards, there are also dancers, there are also red-nosed clowns holding colored balls, and minstrels.
"Beside the beautiful lake and under the quiet hillside,
The bright sunshine shines on Loch Lomond,
I go back and forth with my beloved girl.
On the shores of the beautiful and charming Loch Lomond,
Oh, you will take the road above ground, I will take the road underground,
And I want to return to my hometown of Farolland before you do.
We bid farewell in the green valley,
On the steep, steep shore of Loch Lomond,
We saw the high mountains shrouded in purple mist,
The moon rises in the twilight light,
The one in my heart and I can no longer be together,
And I want to return to my hometown of Farolland before you do.
………”
A young bard with long silver hair, who looked to be in his mid-twenties, handsome, and as plump as jade, sang an ancient Faloran ballad with a magnetic voice.
The song was moving and full of emotions, and many passers-by turned their attention to him. In this city of art, the citizens have quite the aesthetic ability.
Ren was also a little infected. He couldn't help but think of the stranger he met in White Tower City when he was Karen.
Although he is not that great, he has rich experiences, but he still has no destination, no lover, and no home.
His body is like duckweed and his life is like weeds. What will the future be like and where will he go?
He cleared his throat and sang the wanderer's ballad:
"To the stranger,
I came to a strange place,
Smiling and greeting everyone,
No one knows me here,
I can laugh as much as I want,
Crying uncontrollably,
Because I am a foreigner.
Someone raised a glass of wine,
I smiled and shared my joys and sorrows with him,
I have to go now,
I can't stay in one place for too long,
Because I am a foreigner.
Trials and hardships……"
The silver-haired young man looked surprised. He took the initiative to greet him: "Hello, I would like to ask, who wrote this poem? I like it very much."
Ren was stunned when he came back to his senses, and said with a smile: "The work of an unknown homeless person. Also, I also like the ballad you sang. Are you a native of Falorland?"
The silver-haired young man smiled slightly: "I was born in this country, lived here for many years, and then left for a long time.
When I came back here, I found that everything had changed. I felt like a stranger. When people gave up tradition and embraced modernity, I felt at a loss.
I don’t understand if the world is changing too fast or if my pace is too slow.”
Ren sighed slightly and said softly: "If you don't walk on the road that the public takes, you will probably be regarded as an alien.
You give me a special feeling, as if I'm in a quiet dark night."
The silver-haired young man was a little surprised, and he smiled brightly: "I also think you are very special, as if you are in the starry sky."
"Ren Ackerman, please give me some advice!"
"Sidi Guzman, in addition, I invite you to participate in the cultural salon at the end of every month!" The silver-haired young man Sidi handed him an invitation letter.
Ren hesitated for a moment and then took it. It read: The back garden of Guzman's house in Belfort District, with a voucher for entry.
The two chatted for a while, got along quite well, and then said goodbye. Because of their special power attributes, neither of them realized the other's status as a transcendent person, but had an inexplicable vague feeling.
Next, Renne went straight to the east of the city. In the Kingdom of Falorland, there are currently only 7 universities, and Bushen University is probably in the middle.
He asked several pedestrians for directions and soon arrived at the gate of the university.
The architectural style of the University of Bushen is a mixture of traditional Faroese and Nockmann-style buildings.
The main body of the gate is made of beige sandstone, with a red tile roof, and is decorated with French arches, capitals and carvings.
In this group composed of buildings, corridors, doors, and courtyards, you can see rich and varied spatial levels and dignified and rigorous architectural shapes everywhere.
According to Laoyang, Bushen University was founded in 214 of the Fifth Age and has a history of nearly 700 years. The school offers mathematics, physics, chemistry, natural language (common language in mainland China), history, medicine, economics, and political science.
Philosophy and nearly twenty other disciplines.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Moreover, Bushen University also has a mysticism class, which is responsible for imparting relevant basic knowledge and training ordinary people into first-order extraordinary beings.
Not only does it only recruit students locally in Bu Shen City, but there are only 30 places each year. The competition is fierce and the tuition is high. Many small nobles and small and medium-sized wealthy business families will send their children here.
Ren took the letter of recommendation, and the doorman opened the classical-style, beautifully shaped wrought iron door.
He asked for directions, went straight to Building 7 where the Academic Affairs Office was located, walked up to the second floor, and knocked on the door of a certain vice-dean's office.
"Dong dong."
"Please come in."
A quiet female voice came out, and Renn gently opened the door and stepped in.
A well-maintained woman in her forties sits behind the desk on the left.
She has blond curly hair, wears a female office uniform, a black one-step skirt and a white suit. She has an intellectual and mature temperament and still has charm.
"Excuse me, are you Dean Keira?" Ren asked proactively.
Showing a formulaic smile, Keira Luzala said in a soft voice: "Child, what's the matter?"
She was careful and noticed that Ren was not wearing a student badge and knew that he was not a current student.
He handed her the letter of introduction. Kayla read the letter carefully, her smile became much more sincere, and she said with some nostalgia: "It has passed the time for admission. In principle, it is not allowed, but you are already an expert-level extraordinary person."
No need to consume resources, just listen to the theoretical knowledge, no problem.”
Her tone paused, her smile was a little playful, and she looked at Renn: "Is he okay? I have never seen him recommend anyone to enroll in school. Are you his illegitimate child?"
"Do you think he can give birth to a handsome and handsome son like me?!"
Ren rolled his eyes when he heard this and sighed. A flower was stuck on the cow dung. Twenty years ago, the old goat was 33 years old, a second-level warlock, and a rune teacher at Bushen University.
He looked pretty good, unlike now. Although he wasn't ugly either, his temperament was too vulgar.
At that time, Keira was only 22 years old, beautiful, the daughter of a businessman, and a student in the occult class. When the old goat wrote the letter, he did not forget to brag to Ren about how he had successfully captured her heart.
Keira snorted coldly: "Not the best! I was too stupid and naive back then, and I was easily tricked into bed by that old gangster!"
The old goat's operation was very arrogant, saying that she had amazing talents and that the future female saint would give her private tutoring lessons and take her home to start a small stove. At that time, she foolishly believed it.
As a result, she was taken advantage of. The most disgusting thing is that after three years of dating, the old goat refused to marry her despite all the obstacles!
Old Goat: How can a man hang himself from a tree? He can have sex, but marriage is impossible, not even in this life!
