Son of the Olden Days

The reason why a person is terrible is not because of how wicked things he has done, but because there is a huge difference between his state at a certain moment and his usual impression of the outside world, which makes it difficult to guess what he will do next. What and how to do it.

Like a lunatic, crazy, following the creed they think they are.

After being shameless, Saul felt that he was much more relaxed.

In desperate situations, I have seen too many sinister and despicable people's hearts, and it has long been impossible to return to innocence. To say regret, there is nothing to regret, people who want to save themselves are the loneliest, which Sol knew a long time ago.

Watching Cecily leave in a panic, Solmer silently looked at the roof with his arm folded.

There was silence in the school building at this time.

Staying in a strange room, breathing strange air, Saul suddenly felt like he was at the bottom of a well or a tomb-keeper’s hut. A lazy afternoon that suddenly woke up made him give birth to a kind of where I am. The trance of what you are doing.

Just turning your head and looking at the unfamiliar environment around you will suddenly realize that time has passed and that some things will never go back.

The plan is always the same. I thought it would be difficult to inquire about intelligence. Who knew that the battlefield had been set for the prom two weeks later, so that Sol's painstaking move into the academy suddenly became a bit redundant.

Now that it has already entered, disappearing rashly now will cause unnecessary suspicion.

If you think about it, it’s nothing more than a new round of passing time. The overall environment of this academy is still good. Let yourself spend the last part of your life leisurely here.

Turning over and sitting up, Saul first followed Cecily's instructions to go to the library to receive his school badge. This small gadget, which resembles a brooch on the neckline, can be regarded as a proof of identity for free entry and exit of the college. It will be very troublesome if it is not.

With this thing, you can get out of the academy at night, find some villain to kill, to suppress your own curse.

Although the curse now erupts in two directions, such as pain and the desire to kill, it is fortunate that it will not last all night as long as the original pain. Now, as long as you carry it for a while every day, the symptoms will gradually slow down and disappear.

Then Sol went to the usual academy to take a look at the place where the foreign students bathed. Even in the strength academy in the main city, there is no guarantee that each student can have a separate bathing room, so there are usually two or three people sharing one. .

Sol inquired about the opening time of the bathroom, and planned to deal with his fester by himself later. He is still going to wrap his chest with a bandage, and there is nothing troublesome when he takes a bath every day, otherwise he always feels like he is leaking the wind.

It's amazing to think about it. My chest is so rotted that my internal organs are almost exposed, but I'm still alive! Saul didn't bother to think about this kind of things that were obviously beyond common sense, lest he would collapse after thinking too much.

In short, just think of yourself as a dead person alive.

Finally, Sol came to the bulletin board in the central garden of the college and learned that tomorrow morning would be a lesson on the history of magic.

When Sol roughly finished walking around the academy, the academy suddenly remembered the sound of the distant bell, which made Sol suddenly have the illusion of returning to the monastery. The morning classes of the other students seemed to be over, and the silent college suddenly became a little noisy, and many young people of similar age emerged.

Sol casually caught a guy who kept rolling his eyes, and after asking about the place where lunch was provided for free in the academy, he came here alone to enjoy a lunch.

The college provides free lunch and dinner every day. It is said that the cost has been included in the semester fee for five longan gems. However, in terms of specifications, the quality of food is only slightly better than that of ordinary households, but Sol never picks.

Most people have their own families and foundations in Odrensa. Otherwise, they call their friends to spend and enjoy on the street. In fact, few people eat in the college, except for Sol alone. Freak.

Facts have proved that no matter how many environments are changed, Thor is still a lonely alien.

It's just that when I was young, I was involuntarily lonely, but now I am actively lonely.

After filling his stomach, the time slipped to the free time in the afternoon. It was suddenly too leisurely. Sol was a little uncomfortable for a while, so he could only wander around the academy aimlessly.

When he wandered to a row of old houses behind the classroom, Sol suddenly heard a small crackling sound, and then a certain house suddenly emitted black smoke, and a gray-headed guy ran out in embarrassment.

He was wearing a robe that was burnt out of a hole by the flames. He looked a little honest and honest, and Saul liked honest people.

"You! What did you do?" Saul held his hands behind his back, a look of bluffing deterrence.

"I'm Hodder, a second-level class, and I'm doing my own magic research." The man was stunned for a moment, and then he didn't realize that there seemed to be something wrong in front of him, and he answered honestly.

"Oh? What are you researching?" Sol's eyes lit up, as if he had found new fun.

"I'm studying...please come in with me." Hearing someone paying attention to his experiment, Hodder seemed a little agitated, and his tone subconsciously changed to honorifics.

Following him into the old house where the black smoke was gradually dissipating, Sol looked curiously at the surrounding bottles and jars, as well as all kinds of strange-looking materials, including metals, plants, and some unnamed ones. solid of.

"I was trying to create a gray-black flame just now, and then I was going to write it into the magic scroll." Hodt pointed to a messy workbench and said to Thor, who was digging his head next to him.

"Grey-black flame? What's the use?" Saul didn't know, so it sounded great.

"This kind of flame is to allow adventurers to better camp in the wilderness. It is not as bright as an ordinary flame and easily attracts monsters in the wilderness, but at the same time it has the heat of the flame, which can be used to process food and heat. ."

Hodder finished speaking quickly, then turned his head and looked at Saul expectantly, as if waiting for evaluation.

"Uh,...this, not bad!" Saul held back for a while, and finally came out the word "good". This does sound so practical. The problem is that you use an entire laboratory to study such a gadget, and it feels like using an axe to chop ants.

With Thor's affirmation, Hodder seemed very happy, and turned around and took out another magic scroll.

"This is my previous work. It was once praised by Debbie's mentor." Hodder pointed to the scroll and introduced it, as if it was already a verified product.

"Oh? What's the use?" Saul took the small scroll in his hand with interest.

"This reel is mainly used by women. After use, a magic film will be produced to wrap their buttocks and legs. The film itself is breathable and light, but it can blur the line of sight."

"This means that no matter if the wind is blowing or someone is making a prank to lift their skirts, this film can protect them from embarrassment, and the reel itself is easy to carry and the price is cheap, and it can be kept intact as long as it is torn... "

"Who made you study this evil thing?" Saul interrupted Hodder with a darkened face.

"...This, evil?" Hodder opened his mouth and was a little dazed. This is considered to be his rare successful work. The main purpose is to provide more protection for women in skirts. How could he not expect to get an "evil" Evaluation.

"While it hasn't flowed into the market, quietly destroy it before being beaten to death by the male compatriots on this continent, and your Debbie instructor should be a staid and strict woman?" Sol shook his head with a face. Persuading earnestly.

"But why..." Hodder seemed to still want to defend.

"Stop talking nonsense, this is for your good! Forget it, let you see what a real high-end invention is!" Sol turned his head and looked around, seeing a whole set of dusty potion preparation tools in the corner.

Sol pulled over a piece of sandpaper, ‘swipe it,’ and wrote the names of the three plants.

"Are these things in the academy?" Sol handed the page to Hodder and asked.

"...Oh, let me see, dazzling grass, star pollen, igneous ash... all three, but these are all low-end materials?" Hodder held the paper with a puzzled expression.

"You know what a fart, greatness is often born in the ordinary, find it, and I will show it to you later." Sol said profoundly.

After a while, Hodder sent the materials, and Thor himself did some extraction, refining and mixing, and finally two small bottles of brown and transparent medicine appeared.

"Come on, drink it, you don't know anything about the real magic!" Saul handed a bottle to Hod, and then poured it out by himself. Oh, it tastes a little strange, but it's acceptable.

Then Saul closed his eyes and remained silent for a while before opening his eyes again and searching everywhere.

"...What the **** is this?" Hodder was a little entangled with the potion, but watching Saul Guzi drank a bottle and ignored him, and remembered that the instructor once said that any experiment must have a spirit of dedication and sacrifice, Huo De finally plucked up the courage and poured his head up.

"It doesn't seem to feel anything." Hod shook his head and walked out of the room, and said to Sol, who was standing outside the house and looking around.

"Look again, look over there, the woman walking past at this moment." Saul picked his chin in the distance.

"Oh! God! How could Mentor Josephine... without clothes!?" Hodder covered his mouth with a look of surprise.

"It's not that I don't wear it. This is the'Witcher's Eye' potion I invented. It's usually used to find enemies. Perspective is just a basic function. How about? It's amazing, right?" Saul held his hand with a deep expression.

This potion formula for "Witcher's Eye" was found in the small town of Noverola when Sol went to the north. Today, I took this opportunity to verify it.

"..." Hodder was so shocked that he couldn't speak, he just kept nodding his head.

"Don't stare at it, what's so good about it is already drooping? Let's go, then we should find a lively place to conduct detailed observations in order to grasp more accurate experimental conclusions." Sol waved his hand.

"...No, this is...this is disrespect for women, my mentor said..." Hodder recalled suddenly.

"Stop listening to those nonsense, you will become stupid. Women who wear clothes and those who don’t wear clothes are obviously different, right? We are obliged to see through the layers of fog and see through their essence and truth. This is what The spirit of exploration that a researcher should possess."

Saul yawned, then motioned to Hodder to follow, and the first day of college time finally passed.

Like the sons of the old days, please collect them: (NovelMTL.com) The literature of the sons of the old days has the fastest update speed.