"Huchi... Huchi..."
The boy's rapid and heavy breathing made the boy's lungs dry and hot. Every time he swallowed air, it was extremely painful.
But the boy still ran with all his strength. The physical pain could not cover up the ecstasy on his young face.
The ground in the slum was wet and slippery. As soon as I stepped on it, mud mixed with an unknown substance squeezed out from between my toes, making it impossible for my toes to grip the ground.
He fell down and was covered in dirt.
But without any hesitation, he got up and ran away again.
He finally reached his destination.
This is a narrow alley with shanty towns on both sides made entirely of stones, wood and hay.
There are countless houses stacked up in a seemingly small place, and every winter the snow will collapse one or two houses.
In the narrow walkway, people come and go.
"Huchi... Huchi..."
The young man held his knees with both hands and took a few breaths. After he regained his composure, he shouted hysterically: "Great news... Huh... The magician Theodore said... From now on, we, all of us... Everyone can practice magic!"
Following the boy's hysterical shouting, the shantytown fell silent.
Countless people looked over.
After a breath, a roar of laughter spread throughout the shanty town.
"Hahaha… "
"Niwazi, you stole the mercenary master's money again, were you beaten stupid?"
"You little melon, are you making fun of us? You're just asking for a beating!"
All kinds of laughter and curses came from the shanty town.
"Really...I didn't lie!"
The young man was dumbfounded, and his face, which was already flushed from running wildly, became even redder.
"Don't run out if you have nothing to do. Help your mother with more work."
"That's right, I know how to sneak around all day long."
Neighbors reprimanded him.
"I didn't. These are true. Mr. Theodore said it himself in front of the Magic Tower!" The young man was so anxious that he jumped to his feet. He tried his best to explain, but no one believed him at all. Who allowed him to be so evil
No, it should be said that what he said was too ridiculous.
Magic has always been practiced only by nobles. How could untouchables like them be qualified to learn it
The neighbors laughed at him, causing his mother to rush over angrily, pick up his ears, and drag him home.
Along the way, the young man saw his second grandfather, grinning at him with his old yellow teeth; his buck-toothed uncle threw sundries at him; and his beautiful aunt lay disheveled at the window, giggling at him.
The young man was anxious.
He suddenly became wise and shouted loudly:
"The great being from the blue star, you are the master of language and writing. You are the founder of the Internet. Under your protection, I will be connected to all living things."
As soon as the sound fell, a scroll emitting gleaming light appeared in front of his eyes.
At this moment, the laughter that filled the alley suddenly stopped!
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The abandoned courtyard that had been temporarily converted into a school was densely packed with people.
If you look carefully, you can see that almost all of these people have rough and dark skin. They are all dressed in patched linen clothes that are so dirty that they have not been washed for an unknown period of time.
It was obvious that they were almost all lower-class civilians from the neighborhood.
At this time, the scene was as messy as a vegetable market.
The children squeezed in front, and the adults stood behind, showing their yellow-orange teeth and chattering with spit.
"Lao Caitou, are you here to read?"
"yes!"
"I'm telling you, it's not easy to learn magic at our age!"
"Hey, I never thought about magic. I was just wondering if I could learn fighting spirit, strengthen my body, and work better! If it doesn't work, I might as well check out the empire's official website. I heard what Chang Xiuxuan said above. It has everything, it’s really interesting.”
"Yes, I also heard from the literate people in the village. I always thought that the empire consisted of the emperor, the city lord, and the master mage. I didn't expect that there were so many other sects."
The adults were chatting about the actual content, but the children were quarreling over who was more powerful!
"The Dharma Gods are the most powerful. In our empire, the most powerful Dharma Gods are the three Dharma Gods!"
"Fart, the most powerful one is the God of the Internet! He is the real god."
"The God of Magic is also a god! He is the most powerful magician, even more powerful than Mr. Gambillin!"
"The God of the Internet is the most powerful anyway."
"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 appear in the earth?"
"He can...he can do the Internet. If you have the guts, don't go on the Internet!"
"Yes, if you have the guts, don't go on the Internet and learn magic."
"The magic on the Internet belongs to the God of the Internet, and he must be the most powerful."
When a group of children were noisy and blushing, someone suddenly shouted "Quiet".
"Quiet, quiet, the teacher is here!"
Along with the exclamations, the courtyard, which was noisy one moment, suddenly became quiet the next.
I saw a young man with an arrogant expression walking onto the stone platform.
He looked at the untouchables below with disdain. To be honest, if teaching hadn't been considered a formal establishment and could enjoy subsidies and two hundred Internet points per month, he wouldn't have taught these untouchables!
However, when he looked at the awe and longing eyes of the untouchables, he suddenly felt a bit of vanity in his heart.
I thought that coming here to teach might be a good choice, at least it would be better than being ordered around like a dog in the city lord's mansion.
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Under the canopy-like silver star tree, an old couple carefully opened the envelopes that the mercenaries had brought by the way.
That's a letter from my son.
A rare letter came after two months, but there was only a solitary piece of writing paper in the envelope.
The letter paper did not contain short stories about home affairs as usual. On the contrary, it contained something about "Internet Magic".
To be honest, if it weren't for the mage master in the city who sent people to shout propaganda along the streets every day, the old couple would be afraid that their son might have been bewitched by some evil god.
"Our baby sent me his soul number!"
The old man shouted to his wife with a face full of surprise.
"What? What's the soul number?"
"It's just that personal number on the Internet... Oops, I told you you don't understand, just wait!"
The old man explained, and slowly read the prayers recorded in the letter, which were also the words that the Master Master sent people to frequently publicize in the past two days.
As he chanted, the Internet's iconic illusory scrolls unfolded in front of him.
The old man followed the instructions in his son's letter and spent half an hour before adding his son's account.
When he repeatedly confirmed that the number was entered correctly and clicked the OK virtual button, in just a few seconds, Internet Social reported that the other party had agreed.
Not waiting for the old man to think about what to do next.
A small piece of illusory parchment suddenly popped up on the illusory scroll.
On the parchment is his son's unique soul imprint, and below are two circles, one red and one green.
The old man clicked on the green one.
Suddenly, a voice appeared, making his eyes blurred.
"Father, is that you?"
"Ah, is he a 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 quickly, turning around and looking around the yard.
"I'm in Porto Campo!"
"Ah, you're still there? Then...then why does your voice sound like it's 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 something that the mage talks about every day?"
The old woman looked at her husband, who replied: "Isn't that what it is?"
The two old men and their son marveled at the magical power of the Internet for a while. After a while, they changed the topic and became concerned about their son's work.
The two old men were extremely happy when they learned that their son was doing well with Old Bert. He had even started to practice magic recently and had already condensed his soul power. They were also praised by Old Bert.
"Mom and Dad, let's not talk anymore. I'm at work. Let's talk again in the evening. By the way, remember to go to the magic prop shop and order a connected mithril ring. The time to log in with prayer words is too short."
"Okay, okay, hurry up, take care of yourself, don't save money, buy some meat to eat." The old woman stretched her head and shouted to the call interface, for fear that her son wouldn't hear.
"Hey, I got it, Mom."
beep!
The call ended, and the parchment floating on the virtual scroll disappeared. The two old men stood there speechless for a long time.
After a long time, the old woman wiped the corners of her eyes and said in a hoarse voice: "Old man, how do you think the God of the Internet should be worshiped?"