Chapter 20: Step into the magic gate

Starting next week, one or two changes every day, at least three thousand words, if the red ticket is on the classified red ticket list, or there is a burst of tribute or more. I have been busy graduating recently. I have less than 5,000 words per day. I will not write this book for writing, so please understand.
Still that sentence, I will not regret every word written.
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Poor people always have hateful things. This sentence is that Tang Jidi de hangs on his mouth when he is okay. The old guy always smokes the old cigarette stick that has not been changed since Murphys remembered it. Educate him.
"Which woman, lady, honor, dignity, it's all shit."
When Tang Jidi said his words to Murphys with his head tilted up, he always spit out a big smoke ring, watching it slowly drifting away, a little fascinated, and some thoughts.
Of course, in the next moment, Murphy will kick him to continue to practice sword outside.
Morpheus didn't feel the pity that Clivi had been beaten and beaten twice by himself, but instead felt that this guy was a kind of person.
When he was beaten, he started to fight hard, he would resist, and he could help himself to understand some headaches. Murphy felt that this guy was a model talent.
The course of the college is still going on. The aristocrat who keeps the short sword is still not like a stranger at his waist, but the difference is that he has been spared some time on the almost curriculum, Whenever this happens, he will go to the Astrology Pavilion, looking for the kid who always seems to be beaten.
The latter didn’t run around—in fact, Murphy found that Clivi would only appear in a few places, either as an astrological pavilion, as a dormitory or a dining hall, or on the way to both. .
Is he in class? Murphy didn't know.
Approaching the Astrology Pavilion, looking around, this is different from the library. The spiral staircase and the exquisite seats that appear on each floor still reveal the luxurious and luxurious atmosphere. The floor found the figure of Clevey-only Clive was on the whole floor, because "Thirteen" is not a lucky number, no one will stay here for a long time.
"I want to understand this."
Murphy pointed to the "Elementary Theory Basis" in his hand, and Clivi was sitting in front of a huge table at the moment, the books stacked on it nearly buried him, and Clivi raised his head with a black frame The glasses, reaching for and pushing, turned around and took out a thin booklet from a stack of materials.
"Look at this first."
He threw it to Murphy, and never looked up again, without even a polite word.
Murphy took a look at it and said nothing, but found a place to sit down. To be honest, I didn’t expect this young boy to read so many books. Murphy glanced at the books piled in front of Clivi, "Construction of Huffs String Theory", "Research on the State of Limiting Elements" , "Summary of High-level Magical Loopholes" is a mess, but the only thing you can guess is that the guy in front of you will never be as simple as a child who is beaten up.
But what does this have to do with yourself?
Murphy looked down at the book without any surprise.
A small book is full of dense notes, all of which are the most basic magic theory and introductory knowledge. It is easy to understand, and it is obviously summed up with great effort. If these things are placed in those big magic books, it is estimated that Cumbersome and tragic.
In this way, Murphy gently knocked on the door of the magic world, and never returned.
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The guy whose half of his teeth were crushed by Murphys and the fat nobleman who kicked off are all the family of Constantine, not the field who came to school for gilding, so this nobleman has a big temper and bullies. Wandering the school for three or four years, it is now being stunned by a stunned young man, and he cannot swallow it in one breath.
Unlike the unlucky Kyle, who was nearly beaten by Murphys before, senior students are always used to solving problems in their own way.
It’s a very cowardly behavior for the nobles to move their dad out when they are bullied-of course, provided that they have the means to clean up the bunnies that make them suffocate. If it doesn’t work, it’s still a killer.
The fat man whose three ribs were kicked by Murphys with a bandage all over his body was called Carlin, and a group of dog legs was the only one who saw his head. Naturally, because he had an earl father. His generation was also squandered. If his father died, Carlin would not be able to inherit his father’s title of Earl, but in the end, there are still Viscounts, at least half of the upper class nobility in Constantine, as long as it is not the core The ruthless role of the circle, everyone has to sell a face when his father speaks, of course, this has contributed to the arrogance of Carlin. I didn’t learn anything else at Tarrens College. It was purely anomalous. Every day, I took a few dog legs and took the rich girl to find a place to get together.
As for why I had beaten Clivi last time-it was entirely because that pale-faced little bunny satirized his time when he pulled the passionate girl off the astrological pavilion!
In the final analysis, Clivi had a strange temper, because Carlin had disturbed him to read books, so there was no good words.
No one knows what Crivi thought. When Carlin was about to go to the enclosure, he jumped down the stairs of the Astrology Pavilion and ran away.
Behind is the painful experience of being assassinated by the stunned young pig.
"hiss…"
The thought of being humiliated by the public, Carlin clenched his fists tightly, but the muscles involved in the pain caused him to take a breath, and the same poor-looking man beside him called Kang. Gore's boy was angry, but he was speechless—because the incomplete tooth in his mouth promised to make the passing students laugh.
This shame is really not a pleasant taste, it is estimated that it will accompany his entire adolescence.
"Are you sure?"
"I didn't dare to use my family's strength. I just asked a few trustworthy people to go to the school archives to check. The one named Clivi was an orphan. There were so many nonsense on the file. It was still a special enrollment. I came three years ago. This school is gone. The file called Murphy said that he came from a noble family and was a good stubble."
The guy who talked to Congle spoke out what he knew intermittently, with a look of frustration because he said too much cheeks and it hurt badly.
"Whichever he did, did UU read www.uukanshu.comm and found his whereabouts?"
"There is a timetable, but someone has to be confirmed. I have to show this bad breath, shit!"
Congle spit, and his face twitched in pain.
Carlin waved his hand, and the few guys who usually huddled together hurried over, flattering with unabashed expression.
"Hold, how much can be called, the good brainless guys with swords are all brought over to me, hacked and counted as mine," throwing a bag of Aztec coins, the fat man's face was all over Convulsive, "It's a big deal to ask my dad to put things down, this breath can't be out!"
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For a nobleman, wearing a fake mask to talk to people all day long is not a normal thing. Even if he is not yet a grown-up, these noble children have already tainted the tricks of hiding the sword in the black belly and laughing.
Of course, skill is generally lacking.
A 15-year-old aristocrat is generally better than a civilian at any time, but Murphy is the exception. The guy never understood what is forbearance. If there is hatred, he will report it on the spot, or just It's really in my heart waiting for a fatal blow at any time.
This is a habit developed in the jungle. You will never have to endure provocations against others, unless the other party is strong enough to make yourself retreat-but there is no mixed blood dragon in the Tarrens Academy. ,unambiguous.
Just as when someone sneakingly followed Murphy to the outside of the classroom of basic theory of magic, he shot it out politely.