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Volume 2 The Road to Promotion Chapter 4 Giving False Witness

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    When Paul saw that the person coming was Phil, he was also stunned.  The boss with his mouth open looks very funny.  After a while, he said in surprise: "How did you find me!"

    No wonder Paul was so surprised.  Ever since he deliberately looked for trouble and escaped to Glory City through the "attempted theft" incident, he was like a shark that had been stranded in the shoals for a long time and returned to the sea. Naturally, he lived an extremely happy life.  He doesn't want any restrictions or restrictions. Although he can't cut off the spiritual bridge connecting Phil, the summoner's body, like the legendary creature, he can lock the spiritual bridge in his heart like Gabumon.  Phil could only be vaguely aware of his presence.  And it is impossible to determine his exact location.

    "It just happened to happen. And now I am also a resident here." Phil shook the key in his hand and said, "Won't you invite me in to sit down?"

    "What the hell." Paul cursed, and at the same time he stretched out his head warily and looked outside. When he saw that no one else was paying attention, he opened the door and pulled Phil in.

    "Is it that exaggerated? It's like being a thief" Phil was dumbfounded by Paul.

    Paul fiddled with the door lock and replied mysteriously: "Of course you have to be careful. If you are discovered, you will be hanged." It can be seen that in addition to the copper lock installed on the door itself, there are actually  He nailed four more messy locks, and now they were all crackling to death.  Then he straightened up, as if a big stone had been placed in his heart, and his expression was calm for a moment.

    After Phil entered the room.  I feel like the air inside is turbid.  The layout is also quite messy, like a small warehouse storing a lot of waste and garbage.  There were many tools piled randomly on the desk and floor in front of me.  There were actually two large paint buckets filled with some kind of viscous liquid.  It released an indescribable strange smell to the outside.  No matter how you look at this kind of environment and layout, it looks like a dark den for unscrupulous traders specializing in manufacturing fake and shoddy goods.  If you say this is a formal industry, no one will believe it.

    "Oh my god, what are you doing!" Phil glanced over, dumbfounded, and shook his head.  This is no place for people to sleep. It's basically a pigsty.  I don¡¯t know that the landlady hasn¡¯t come over to check on the room.  How could you allow this guy to stay here?  He glanced at the two iron blocks that looked like molds under his feet.  He was even more surprised: "Are you planning to make missiles?"

    "Hehehe. As long as I can make money and make me happy, I will do anything."

    Paul sat down on a wicker chair, leaned back on the chair, and crossed his legs.  Then he pointed to a chair opposite him and said to Phil: "Come on. Sit down. You don't have to be polite to me."

    Not even a cup of tea - Phil was speechless at this guy's hospitality.  Carefully walking around a pile of scrap iron wire, as well as stacks of tin ingots and copper blocks, he came to his seat and sat down.  Who knew that as soon as I sat down, I felt something hit my butt.  He stretched out his hand and touched it, and pulled out a copper piece with a very smooth surface that had been polished. The copper piece itself was unremarkable and had no color plating. Anyone else would have no idea of ??its use.  And Phil always felt that the style of this copper piece was very familiar to him.  Definitely seen it somewhere.  After thinking about it for a while, Phil gradually overlapped the copper piece with an item in his memory.  The color suddenly changed in an instant!

    "This is a magic badge!"

    Phil really didn¡¯t expect that this villain from Hermaton would be so bold as to dare to poach the Mage Guild right under their noses.  Once this matter is discovered, the negative impact will be no less than lifting the dragon's reverse scale. I am afraid it will immediately cause a top-down shock to the entire Mage Guild, attracting tens of millions of magic professions in Noah's continent.  chased and killed.  Faced with such a torrent, not to mention just an individual, even the top ten superpowers in the entire continent would stir up such a furious fire.  I'm afraid it will be destroyed in an instant and cease to exist!  He was really right about what he said before. Once others find out about this matter and report it, they will definitely be sent to the stake.  No one can keep him.

    "You are really not afraid of death. You even dare to do this kind of beheading business!" Phil took another look at the crime tools that Paul put on the table.  This time, I didn't just glance at things casually, but I looked at them very carefully.  He is also considered an alchemist in his own right.  Although amateur.  But I have been dealing with these strange and weird things all day long, and I have already developed a sharp eye. Even if I have never actually touched most of the things, I can still name them after seeing them.  But now, the tools placed in front of him were all things he had never heard of, and he could only roughly deduce their effects from their shape and structure.  This is definitely a precision tool with micro-carvings and guidance runes engraved inside!

    "What's that look in your eyes!" Paul picked it up with a toothpick.??, glanced at Phil, and said slowly: "I'm doing a good deed."

    Having said this, he leaned his back against the wicker chair, closed his eyes slightly, and his voice gradually turned into a deep voice: "In order to obtain such a badge, how many candidates get up early and walk more than ten miles of mountain roads to take the exam.  How many people, because of disappointment in the examination room, can only leave sadly. Then they wait silently for three months. They come back to take the examination again with trepidation."

    "Actually, many of the candidates have met the requirements for the manipulation of magic elements and practical input. But this bastard Magic Guild insists on taking oral examinations and competitions. In order to record their creative thinking and various comparisons of their predecessors,  Insights from theoretical works. This is inherently unfair to most self-learners who have not received systematic teaching. What is even more ridiculous is that some of the candidates will have their impression points deducted inexplicably because they are born with ugly appearance or physical disabilities.  Even if they pass all three assessments, they will be rejected for other reasons and will not be admitted. They are not trying to train mages at all, but to train a group of noble gentlemen with elegant conversation and outstanding appearance! To whitewash their appearance! In the end  The main thing is that under the same assessment system, candidates from official colleges are often more favored by examiners. This allows them to put on this piece of shit and reach the sky in one step."

    Paul held a nearly broken copper piece in his hand, raised it in front of his eyes, and said: "Such a gate is too high. It is so high that it will exclude countless civilian candidates who have no background and rely entirely on their own hard work."  Refuse to be outside the cold door. They may really have a limited future, and there is not much plasticity in the future. But they are not dolls, and they cannot withstand such tossing and deception over and over again. However, these bastards just keep  Give them hope! Let them always believe that they will get as much reward as they pay. What I have to do now is to make them sick. As for making money or not, these are secondary. "

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