Chapter 277: Mockery of fate

Banshee Fort, aristocratic area.
Powell Jr. was standing in a corner of the garden, sullen and frustrated. A spire-shaped building tens of meters high stood in front of him, huge and extremely shocking. He looked up, never dreaming how such a huge fortress could be built. Computer :: /
A few days ago, the Powell family was devastated. Powell, like a bereavement dog, escaped from the territory and came to Banshee Fortress. He hoped that the current owners of the Phils family would listen to his poor experience.
Obviously it was a tragedy that was overwhelmed by a knight, but after listening to one of the low-ranking butlers of the Phils family, he just said "um" slightly, and asked Powell to wait for His Excellency Phils to be very busy, not sure when meet him.
Little Powell was full of thinking that he hurried to report and would get the attention of the superiors and receive immediately. But in fact the only one who was worried was his own, and his encounter did not cause much waves at all.
After staying in the hotel for two days, Powell Jr. came to the city's main house punctually every morning and afternoon and asked humbly, "Have you ever seen me, Little Phils?"
Asked and asked, Powell was discouraged. By the afternoon of the third day, Louis Phils could finally take a quarter of an hour to ask the tragedy of a knight leader.
Little Powell was waiting in the garden of the city's main house before dark, waiting for him to be surrounded by patches of arcane flowers and shrubs, and a beautiful magic fountain. He is also the first time to come. Apart from lamenting the luxury of his superiors, he is jealous.
The main city occupies an area of ​​more than ten acres. Little Powell looked up at the steeple for a long time, and unconsciously compared it with his wooden fortress. The difference between the clouds and mud made him feel humble and depressed.
He has never been so eager for power and status as he is now, but he also knows that power is like a gloomy sky and can feel the depression it brings, but he cannot control it.
"Mr. Powell, come here," a servant called.
Powell Jr. hurried forward. The servant of the city's main house deliberately looked at him and reminded again: "Please pay attention to your identity and stay respectful. His Excellency Phils will ask you a few words and just answer normally."
Powell Jr nodded, his heart was even more bitter. He has not yet inherited his family business, and can only be counted as a civilian. He cannot even enjoy the honorific titles of ‘Hi’ and ‘You’. The servants of the city's governor openly taught him.
In particular, the phrase, "Pay attention to your identity," is even more heart-warming, as if a big hand fiercely opened the scar of Powell, reminding him that he was just a child of a pariah.
The servant ignored the changing look of Powell Jr. and only led him through the city's mansion. After a maze-like journey, the two stopped outside a study, and the maid came in to report.
The maid entered after a while and then came back, but replied indifferently: "Mr. Powell, your condition and request, His Excellency Phils already knows. He said that he would deal with it at your discretion, and go back and wait patiently."
"I," Powell Jr., finally burst into anger. If he didn't know where he was, he would definitely scream and even rush into the study to find someone to fight. But now, "I see."
Powell Jr lowered his head, bowed his head deeply, full of grievances and sadness. He followed his servant and walked back, leaving in despair. The moment he walked out of the main gate of the city, he glanced back at the tall and magnificent building, his heart filled with hatred.
"You're Powell?" A wizard apprentice in a robe, shouted outside the city's mansion, and looked at him with disdainful eyes as well.
"It's me," Powell Jr. said with a dark heart, a mechanical answer, and then asked, "Who are you?"
"Lord Bank wants to see you," said the wizard apprentice.
Bank?
Powell Jr.'s mind was forcibly turned, "Is it the head of the wizarding group in the city, the most powerful wizard in the north, the master Banker known as the" Guardian of the Banshee Fortress? "
The wizard apprentice nodded proudly, "You missed a title. His Excellency specializes in 'Prophecy', and he is also known as the 'True Wise Man.' The master is interested in what happened to the Powell family and wants to ask you a few words . "
Can not refuse at all, the wizard apprentice who came to call someone pointed at the nearby carriage and stepped on the car first. Powell Jr. is a little weird, but now he has no choice but to go to the ‘true wise man’ with anxiety.
After getting in the car, the wizard apprentice asked in a private capacity: "I heard that your family was destroyed and your father died. Who did it?"
Powell, jerking, couldn't speak. After a while, he replied, "Destroyed by demons."
"What demon?" The wizard apprentice continued to ask.
This question is even harder to answer. Powell Jr. has severe brain pains, pondering dry and dry, and finally gnashes his teeth, whispering: "It was destroyed by a demon called Victor Hugo."
Destiny mocked those who thought they were right at this moment
Equally upset at this moment is Lorraine. One week of study is over, and Seth announced that he will take a quiz. Although he didn't say what would happen after the test, the first 23 students were all scared.
The reason is very simple. Uncle Zhou gave a good living treatment. Free board and lodging, full meals in the morning, evening and night, each person sends three new sets of clothes, including shoes, socks and underwear. Recruiting apprentices also benefits family members, provides highly paid jobs, and provides a stable life.
After a week like this, all students weighed a few pounds of meat. Lorraine was originally thin and small. Undressing can count every rib, but now it has changed a lot.
But every class, Seth scares the apprentice from time to time. He does not mean that there are too many people to support, that is, the owner cannot use so many people at all and should expel those useless waste. Every time he said this, the students were shocked. Mobile terminal::
No one wants to return to the original hungry and chilly situation, and cherish the current life. Everyone was racking their brains and studying hard. However, the crit brought by the bottom examination has been a huge shadow until now, and it is a nightmare to think about it.
The learning content arranged by Zhou Qingfeng is actually very simple. After all, Seth's study time is not long, and he cannot teach any advanced knowledge. Lorraine memorized all the textbooks she had previously copied, but she had no idea in her heart.
"If the exam doesn't pass, I'm finished, my whole family is finished." Lorraine secretly ran to the 'counselor' Farsting after class. "I'm finished, you're also finished. You can't go again I got a copper plate here. "
Facing the completely anxious Lorraine, the black and thin Falstin also frowned. He also memorized Lorraine's textbooks these days. Not only did he teach all the content of Lorraine verbatim, but also added a lot of extensions.
The contradiction between the two came from Falstein's advice to Lorraine to be calm, so as not to affect the test performance the next day. As a result, Lorraine blew directly and cried on the spot. After just crying for a while, Lorraine asked again, "How about a circular area?"
This problem is really difficult!
Falstin said bitterly, "I'm studying history. Mathematics is not really good at me. I only remember a formula, but I didn't care."
At the end of the test, Falstin repeatedly explained the next three. In his spare time, Lorraine instilled a lot of knowledge about geography, history and humanities. Mathematics alone is a problem, and he doesn't know how to calculate the area of ​​a circle?
"Mr. Seth said that the master valued mathematics very much, and thought that mathematics was the most important knowledge. Those who did not understand mathematics were idiots." "
"Supposedly this question should not be asked again." Falstin frowned. He wanted to comfort Lorraine, but who would comfort him?
The two grasshoppers on a rope were sleepy and lost their ideas.