As the vice-president of the First University, Ruoyu needs more wizards who understand art, because the wizarding world is like a tall spire. The higher you go, the smaller the space for moving. This requires the wizards occupying the upper levels to learn how to interact with each other.
compromise.
But for the ordinary wizards at the bottom, settling for normality is the life they are most familiar with. Quarrels in the streets, scoldings on the curbs, treacherous vendors, shrewish housewives, broomsticks knocking down the candies in front of the store.
Treasure, the magician who threw the fireball set the white curtain outside the second-story attic black.
Robert E. Lee now deals with these trivial matters every day, witnessing the most common but most varied differences in the world, but he never tires of it.
Because he is lucky enough to be transferred from the North District of Beta Town to the Pedestrian Street of Beta Town, and he has no reason to ask for more. Moreover, in terms of quantity and intensity, the noise on the pedestrian street is much smaller than that of the North District Pier. Here
Wizards even use honorifics when quarreling——
"Don't you have eyes when you walk? You stepped on my foot!"
"I said why my foot was hit..."
Robert quickly inserted himself between the two frowning passers-by, skillfully put on a smiling face, and flashed the silver-white Sheriff's Bureau badge on his belt with a smile, stopping the two passers-by from taking out the Dharma book:
"Calm down, calm down. Throwing evil curses has attracted the school patrol team, which makes everyone look bad. You know, the young men in the school have been very annoyed because of the chaos in the past few months, and they want to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys...away from home.
, it is inevitable that there will be bumps and bumps, no matter how big the problem is, there is no need to draw a book... Take a step back from each other, you are good, he is good, everyone is good, do you two think this is the principle? "
Generally speaking, for this reason, the two sides will naturally not be able to fight.
But it was inevitable to say harsh words to each other. One party said that he had three thousand brothers, all of whom were registered wizards; the other party stretched out his face and asked the other party to slap him, "Try to hit me."
With a push, the two tough-looking Lu Nu clansmen got off the slope, cursed and walked away, much to the disappointment of the onlookers.
"Lao Li, you have to make them fight and then call the police, so you can earn more merit." The uncle of the milk tea shop leaned out from the counter, chuckled, and handed the police officer a cup of pearl milk tea.
The warm paper cup was carried by the two elves, slid through an elegant arc in mid-air, and finally landed firmly in Robert's hand.
The Sheriff took out a few shiny copper coins from his pocket and stuffed them into the cloth pocket hanging on the elf. The elf smiled happily, bent down and knelt happily in mid-air, and saluted and thanked them.
"That's right, that's right." The young owner of another talisman-making shop leaned in front of the door, shaking his head and hanging his book bag: "Don't you hear about the old stories of the Qinyue people?"
"Who are the Qinyue people?" a young witch passing by asked curiously.
"That's Bian Que, a famous healer in ancient times." Across the street, Lin Guo sat on the back of his alchemy goat and answered loudly.
The witch looked back and saw that the person who was talking to her was a handsome young man with fine features and a face as beautiful as a crown jewel. He was dressed in a white robe and had an elegant demeanor. His eyes suddenly lit up. He forgot about the few bastards next to him. He pulled off his handkerchief and walked over with a smile:
"Are you a student of Alpha? We are classmates, I am from Xingkong... How old are you this year? What happened with the therapist just now sounds very interesting. My sister bought you milk tea, can you tell her to her?
Did you make this alchemy car yourself? It’s so awesome! Our hunting team happens to be short of a powerful alchemist! Come to our hunting team, there is no trial period, and we will hire you at the price of a registered wizard!”
Lin Guo skillfully shrank back, avoiding the witch's outstretched hand, and pulled open the curtain on the small truck beside him. While recommending his own products, he rambled on about the story of the three Bian Que brothers:
"Senior, do you want to collect alchemy items? Whatever you want, I can find a way here... The story of the healer is very simple. In ancient times, a king asked the healer who among their three brothers had the best healing skills. Bian Que
It is said that "the eldest brother sees the disease as a spirit, and eliminates it before it has a form, so the name does not come from the family. The middle brother treats the disease, and it is in the hair, so the name does not come from the Lu. If Bian Que is a person, the blood is poisonous, and the side effects are
Skin, leisurely and famous among the princes.' It means..."
The young man spoke clearly and logically, and the witch listened carefully.
In front of the milk tea shop, several elderly wizards looked at the scene in front of them with smiles. The owner of the talisman shop looked at the boys and girls opposite, and then looked at the sloppy uncle next to him. He couldn't help but shake his head and sighed: "
Old...really old."
The owner of the milk tea shop had long lost the "Spring Ambition" of the young owner of the Talisman Making Shop, and had long since turned his attention away from the young wizards across the street. He pulled out a newspaper under the bar and shook it at Robert Lee:
"Hey, the newspaper you want!"
The Sheriff's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward, took the copy of "Beta Town Post", flipped it from left to right, and soon saw a large photo of his upper body on a page - that photo took up almost half of the page.
In the photo, Robert E. Lee is looking majestically ahead, his arms crossing the frame from time to time, making some very powerful gestures.
He looked at the photo and suddenly remembered something. He reached into the pocket on his waist for a long time and pulled out another copy of the Beta Town Post published earlier. That newspaper also had a half-length photo of Robert E. Lee, only
However, because it took so long, several clear creases have appeared on the robe in the photo, which is slightly unsightly.
Mr. Sheriff didn't pay attention to the slight flaws in his robe. He paid more attention to his smile in the photos of himself in the two newspapers.
The Sheriff in the old newspaper is wearing a blue tie like a hemp rope, his expression is too serious, and the smile on his face is very stiff. He looks very much like the photo of the old-school wizard of Europe embedded on the tombstone.
It was the first time he appeared in a newspaper, and he was inevitably unskilled in his movements, which made him annoyed for a long time. You must know that the Sheriff of Beta Town is neither a young talent from the First University nor a highly skilled hunter of the New World. He does not even have a few skills.
A registered wizard rarely has the opportunity to be featured in a major wizarding newspaper such as the Beta Town Post.
But his chagrin did not last long.
In the second wave of black tide that hit the Silent Forest more than a month ago, Robert E. Lee "accidentally" warned the entire town more than ten minutes in advance and blew the bronze whistle in his hand, winning a period of peace for Beta Town.
Precious reaction time.
Reward after the fact, the North District Sheriff not only received a Merlin Bronze Medal from the Alliance and was promoted to the Sheriff of the Pedestrian Street, he also accepted an interview with reporters and won his second appearance in "Beta Town".
Post opportunity.
So there was this new newspaper and this new photo.
This chapter has been completed!