Beth took the piece of black bread, which was harder than wood, and soaked it in clean water for a while. After it softened, she picked up the piece of black bread and nibbled on it like a weasel.
"Beth, I heard that the court grand master Ian will open a magic college in the St. Tulan City. As long as you are 10 years old or older, you can go to the magic college to study.
If your magic aptitude is strong enough, you can waive the tuition fee and get a monthly subsidy of 3 silver coins to 1 gold coin.
I've already taken the aptitude test, so I want to give it a try. "
Arthur slowly extended his hands. Except for his 10 fingers, the rest of his hands were covered with injuries. Whip marks and knife wounds were everywhere on his arms.
As a thief who mingled at the bottom of society, Arthur struggled alone in the slums with his younger sister, so it was normal for him to get injured.
In the Morrince Empire, once a thief was caught on the spot, it was very normal for them to be beaten.
If they had poor eyesight and stole from an aristocrat, they might be beaten to death if they were discovered by the aristocrat.
Arthur saw with his own eyes a thief who stole money from an aristocrat. After being caught by the aristocrat, the thief was beaten to death and thrown into a smelly ditch. No one dared to care about it.
Arthur was once caught on the spot for stealing and was brutally tortured, which was why he was covered in injuries.
Beth raised her head and looked at Arthur with a look of admiration, saying: "Big brother, you're the best! I believe you can become a Wizard!"
Arthur's eyes flickered with an intelligent glint, and he said solemnly: "Let's go together. In this way, even if only one of us can join the magic college, our fate can be changed."
Beth's eyes flashed with fear, and she whispered: "But, big brother, isn't it dangerous outside?
Not long ago, Gena was taken away. "
In the slums, beautiful little girls were also very dangerous. Once they were discovered, the gangs would take action and capture those little girls. They would either be sold or become prostitutes, and their lives would be ruined.
Arthur was careful because he didn't want people to know that he had a beautiful younger sister.
That would be a great disaster for both of them.
"Put on this set of clothes, let's go," Arthur threw a black robe that could completely cover a person's body to Bai Sha and said in a deep voice.
Beth put on the black robe, which was obviously a lot longer, and was immediately covered by the black robe. The lower half of the robe directly dragged on the ground.
Arthur opened the door and stuck his head out. After looking around for a while, he waved his hand and stepped out of the room.
Beth walked out of the room and followed behind Arthur like a small tail.
Arthur and Beth carefully shuttled through the streets and alleys of the slums, avoiding the eyes of all kinds of people.
After crossing one street after another, Arthur took Beth to a place that was only one street away from leaving the slums.
"Arthur, where do you want to go?"
Suddenly, a loud voice sounded from the side. A thin middle-aged man with a haggard face walked out from the side and blocked the path of Arthur and his sister. He looked down at Arthur and his sister and sneered.
When Arthur saw the middle-aged man, his pupils constricted slightly and his eyes flashed with fear. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger appeared in his right hand.
The middle-aged man's real name was Tim, and he was nicknamed Poison Dog in the slums. He was a member of the notorious Black Poker Gang, whose main business was human trafficking.
Many young girls from the slums were captured by them and sold to the nobles, or directly sold to the brothels.
Everyone in the slums hated Poison Dog and his gang, but they couldn't do anything about them.
As long as the people in the Black Poker Gang didn't leave the slums and harass the civilians and aristocrats in the St. Tulan City, the imperial guard wouldn't be dispatched to wipe them out.
With a gloomy expression, Arthur uttered word by word: "Tim, I want to go out, get out of the way!!"
In the slums, you must learn to be tough and not let people see that you are timid.
Otherwise, countless dogs will pounce on you and tear you to pieces.
Tim smiled contemptuously. With a flick of his wrist, a dagger spun in his hand as if it had a life of its own, and then he grasped it in a reverse grip: "Little bastard, you dare to play with a knife in front of me?
How stupid, don't you know that there are no more than 3 people here who can play with a knife better than me!! "
Tim licked his lips in a perverted manner and said with an excited smile: "The one next to you is your sister, Beth!
Her good friend, Gina, confessed everything under my crotch yesterday. "
Beth's petite body trembled slightly and she bit her lip tightly.
She didn't expect Gina, whom she regarded as a good friend, to betray her.
Arthur's face twitched slightly, and he said loudly: "Tim, we are going to the magic college built by Master Ian to study magic.
Master Ian has ordered that no one is to stop us from going to the magic college to take the aptitude test. Do you want to be enemies with Master Ian? "
Tim's expression changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment, then his eyes flashed with determination and killing intent, and he said coldly: "Unfortunately, you're too slow!
Originally, I only wanted to capture your sister, have some fun with her, and then sell her.
It seems that I can only kill you and your sister now.
Otherwise, when you learn magic and come back to retaliate against me, won't I have no choice but to die?
Besides, as long as I kill you now and throw you into a stinking ditch, who will know that you want to go to the magic college to study? "
"You lowly commoner, you are truly courageous. You actually dare to disobey Lord Ian's orders."
A contemptuous voice sounded from the side, and a middle-aged man wearing a black Magician robe walked over, escorted by a knight covered in heavy armor.
Behind the Magician and the knight followed a burly middle-aged man, who was blind in one eye and wore a black eyepatch, and had a gloomy expression.
Behind the middle-aged man were more than a dozen burly men.
When Tim saw the one-eyed man, his expression changed greatly, and he cried out involuntarily: "Boss!!!"
The one-eyed man, who was blind in one eye, was the boss of the Black Poker Club in the slums, Cyclops. His fierce reputation could make anyone in the slums tremble.
Cyclops' expression changed greatly, and he roared with some exasperation: "Bastard, put down the dagger!"
With a flip of Tim's hand, the dagger disappeared.
The middle-aged Magician said indifferently: "Band, what did I tell you?
Did you ignore Master Ian's orders? "
Cyclops, with a fawning expression, nodded and bowed: "My Lord, this lowly one wouldn't dare.
When I go back, I'll definitely teach Tim a good lesson. No!
When I go back, I'll teach him a good lesson and let everyone know the consequences of disobeying My Lord's orders. "
Arthur looked at the fawning appearance of Cyclops, and he simply couldn't believe his eyes.
In front of everyone, Band had always been tyrannical and insufferably arrogant. But now, in front of the middle-aged Magician, he was as meek as a dog. For the first time, Arthur truly realized the weight of the word Magician.
"Teach him a good lesson?
You lowly things, for disobeying My Lord's orders, you can only atone for your crimes with death! "The middle-aged Magician smiled coldly and silently recited an incantation.
Then, he pointed at Tim.
A fireball suddenly appeared, turned into a stream of light, and slammed into Tim.
"Ah!!"
Tim issued miserable screams, and turned into a flaming man shrouded in flames. He struggled in pain, and then turned into a charred corpse that fell to the ground.
When the gang members inside the black poker cards saw this scene, they felt sympathy for the death of a rabbit, and glared at the middle-aged Magician.
The arrogant middle-aged Magician swept the gang members inside the black poker cards with a contemptuous glance, and said coldly: "Are you unconvinced?"
The Knight guarding in front of the middle-aged Magician instantly erupted with Great Knight rank qi, intimidating the gang members inside the black poker cards.
A Grand Knight-level powerhouse, alone, could completely kill all the gang members in the black poker cards.
His face covered in sweat, Cyclops Band nodded and bowed: "No, no!
My Lord did well, well done!! "
The gang members inside the black poker cards lowered their heads, not daring to look the middle-aged Magician in the eye.
The middle-aged Magician said indifferently: "If there is another incident where someone goes to the magic college to take the aptitude test is intercepted, then there will be no need for your black poker cards to exist.
When My Lord gets angry, you lowly things will become corpses in the gutter.
Understood? "
Cyclops Band nodded and bowed at once: "Yes!
Yes!!
I understand.
No one will dare to disobey Grand Master Ian's orders.
If anyone dares to disobey, I'll be the first to kill him!! "
In the slums, gangs like the black poker cards are insufferably arrogant.
But in the eyes of the real bigwigs, they are ant-like existences.
So long as a greater aristocrat sends a few Knight rank powerhouses, they can wipe out gangs like the black poker cards.
It's just that no one is willing to do so.
Every year, these black poker cards would be secretly offered to some great nobles to obtain their protection.
However, the black poker cards are also very clear that once those bigwigs really decide to move against them, their backers will never contend against other bigwigs for them.