Unlimited Bloodstone Chapter 186

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Back at the Magic Academy, Zidi breathed a sigh of relief. She knew she was safe for the time being.

This magic academy has seven legendary mage towers, and there are several passages inside the academy that can lead to sixteen half planes.

This is one of the best magic schools in the empire.

Zidi was able to study here, her father spent a lot of money.

The escape at the birthday dinner was like a dream.

Probably because of his reputation and face, the Garden City Lord did not take it to attack. Her father is still supplying Zidi's high living and school expenses without interruption.

Zidi's life seems to have restored its former tranquility.

However, she knew that a huge transformation had taken place in her heart.

She never used the money provided by her father every month, she began to support herself.

There are roughly three types of students in the Magic Academy.

One is the powerful, and the superior blood naturally confers a noble status.

The second category is a child from a rich family. Zidi is of this type. Her blood is low, her aptitude for practicing magic is not high, and her lifetime achievements are limited. The study and practice of magic consumes a lot of resources.

The third category is the children of ordinary people with excellent qualifications. Most of these students have outstanding mental abilities. They are screened out through the imperial selection system, and there are also excellent seeds of bloodline changes. If such students can grow up smoothly, they can often become the mainstay of the academy and even the empire.

Zidi no longer uses the funds provided by her father, which makes her mentor very dissatisfied.

A large number of tasks are dispatched every day in the academy, mainly for those civilian students. Zidi is just a bronze-level magic apprentice. The scope of receiving tasks is very narrow, and completing tasks are very difficult.

But she is struggling to survive these tasks.

This is certainly not enough to make her self-sufficient, and her situation is getting harder.

She no longer had a beautiful costume, and began to compete with other students for higher rewards. Sometimes she was too tight on hand to endure starvation.

Her situation became known.

The former playmates and girlfriends all turned away from her one after another, and some even ridiculed her, not letting go of any opportunity to ridicule her.

Some male students kept suggesting Zidi-you don't have to live so hard. In fact, you are in good conditions. You can make good use of your natural resources, which can easily exchange many resources. Sometimes, even beyond your imagination.

Without exception, Zidi strictly refused these hints and implicit requests.

She discovered the other side of the world.

The once glorious, quiet, noble and solemn magic school showed **** cruelty in her eyes. Those mage towers converge into a special jungle.

The law of the jungle of the weak and the strong is also prevailing here.

In this jungle, every life has its own way of survival.

The strong are alone, the weak cling together.

Zidi is certainly not a strong one, and at the same time, she is also difficult to be accepted by weak groups.

Zidi was like a canary in a nest on a high branch, and she suddenly fell to the bottom of the jungle. The bottom of the jungle is dark and gloomy. To survive, she must catch every ray of sunlight, every piece of food and water.

With the same weak life as her, looking at her like a canary, her natural senses are repellent, guarded, and gloating.

She stumbled and suffered constantly.

In the process of difficult survival, there are many temptations and traps.

The hints of those male students have never stopped, and the funds in her account have accumulated more and more over time... These are all reminding her that as long as she gives up something that seems trivial, she can show her brilliance again. Now standing on high branches, get relaxed and beautiful scenery.

But Zidi never wavered.

Her determination sometimes surprised her herself.

Slowly, very hard, she gained a foothold in the highly competitive academy, learned to be self-reliant, and began to be self-sufficient.

"I can finally rely on my own hands and my own labor to feed myself!"

This sense of accomplishment makes her happy physically and mentally, and makes her full of pride.

But at the same time, she is also inferior and discouraged.

The harder she worked, the more she could feel the barrenness of her own potential and the bleak future prospects.

According to her spiritual strength and blood, her highest achievement in life is only Black Iron level!

This means that in this unique jungle, she will only get out of the mud and reach the position of the trunk in her life's efforts. She couldn't even climb the lowest branch.

Although the knowledge about this point, Zidi has long been there. But now, she felt the despair in this more deeply.

She began to understand the companions around her, some female students who were so sarcasm and difficult for her, why they chose to exchange their bodies for a relatively easy and superior life.

Understanding does not mean approval.

As an extremely beautiful garden flower, Zidi's persistence and personal efforts make her maverick and more attractive.

More and more suitors appeared by her side, but they all suffered from her rigorous rejection.

Her mentor finally lost her patience after many hints and explicit statements were invalid and deprived her of her identity under her command.

Zidi can only continue to live in the academy as an ordinary student.

But she gradually became like a fish.

A clever mind, keen penetrating power, and connections established with her good reputation, eloquence, and wrist, let her seize the small business opportunities again and again.

In the early morning, the fish market has begun.

Zidi was dressed in casual clothes, strolling through it.

She used to hate the fishy smell, but now she doesn't care.

She has been to the fish market many times, every time she came to buy tuna.

Tuna is a large group of fish, which can be subdivided into yellowfin, bigeye, bluefin tuna, albacore, bonito and so on.

Zidi always buys the best quality tuna. This is the result of her inquiries, the use of the library to enrich the collection of books, and the experience of buying again and again.

There is a tutor in the college who loves tuna most, and he posts such tasks almost every day. Zidi stands out from many competitors by virtue of its dedication and strength. Although the task is not paid much, the victory is almost every day.

Soon, through her sharp eloquence, Zidi pushed the price to the lowest limit and bought enough tuna.

Just about to leave, there was a sudden noise and noise not far away.

Zidi looked around and saw two bronze fishermen arguing.

It suddenly became clear to her that she was fighting for the identity of the fish king. Almost every day, the fishermen at the fish market compete for the king of the day.

The fisherman who has obtained the status of the king of fish will always be focused on the stall. Often the fish in the stalls will be sold out in less than half a morning.

The rules for competing for the king of fish are simple, that is, simply comparing the weight of a single fish caught this morning.

But today's situation is a bit complicated, so disputes occurred.

A fisherman who originally vie for the identity of the fish king was discovered that a person was hidden among the large marine fish he caught!

This unfortunate drowning man is dying, most of his body is still in the belly of the fish.

The fisherman who had failed seeing this situation immediately said that human weight cannot be superimposed on the fish.

However, the fisherman who was holding the winning ticket strongly stated that this person who fell into the water was the food in the belly of the big fish, which should be regarded as the weight of the fish! When I caught it myself, I also overcame the weight of the big fish and people, which was very difficult.

The other fishermen sneered at this statement. There was such a man in the belly of the big fish. His actions must be slow. This is the key to being caught.

The two sides argued for their own words, quarreling endlessly, and the crowd onlookers also divided into two factions, each supporting one.

Zidi saw that the person who fell into the water was not doing well, and shouted: "Anyway, I should save people first."

"Hey, this is a barbarian, what can be saved!" The crowd didn't care.

If it is a pure human race, everyone may still be rescued, but the barbarians mainly live in the Frost Continent and are alien.

Zidi couldn't bear it. Seeing that the barbarian was about to die, she hesitated, took the medicine from her arms and poured it into the barbarian's mouth.

The old barbarian woke up, but yelled, unable to communicate, he was a lunatic.

Some people made fun of Zidi, this healing potion was very valuable, but it was used to save a madman without any return.

Zidi sighed, she just couldn't bear to save her, not trying to return.

But she didn't refute anything, but bowed her head and left.

She is not conspicuous.

Because every time she goes out, she will use the transforming potion to temporarily change her appearance. Otherwise, with her original appearance, wherever she goes, it is the focus of people's attention.

As the days passed, the crazy old man gradually became a scene of the fish market.

He was skinny and disheveled, and although he was crazy, he was a small threat. The fishermen regarded him as a teasing object, playing with him every day, making fun of him.

However, although the old man is crazy, his instinct to eat is still there. He barely survived by eating raw fish viscera that was abandoned in the fish market.

Zidi comes to the fish market almost every day, sometimes I can see the old crazy barbarians, sometimes not. More often, Zidi will bring some food to the old crazy barbarians.

One day a few years later.

In the corner of the alley of the fish market, she found an old madman who was sleeping.

Just as she placed the food in front of the old madman, the old man slowly opened his eyes and said in fluent common language: "Thank you, young kind lady."

Zidi was taken aback.

The old man took out a roll of animal skin paper from his arms.

"I am getting sober."

"This is the potion formula I made. It is the potion of our barbarian tribe."

"You must accept it, young lady, we barbarians have always been well informed."

Zidi took it and was quickly attracted by her eyes.

"These formulas, although they only use the physical properties of the herbs themselves, are not magical potions. But they are very rare, even in the library there are only one or two. Thank you..."

Zidi raised her head and stopped in amazement.

Maybe she was too addicted to these medicine formulas, the old barbarian has disappeared.

She realized for the first time that this was an old barbarian with a story.

The impact of this small adventure became more and more significant in the years after Zidi.

The more Zidi studied, the more he discovered that the potion on this animal skin paper was a different system from the magic potion. Although it is obviously a summary of the experience of the barbarian tribe and lacks the research and meticulous spirit advocated by the magician, the practical value is quite high.

Zidi's former mentor was best at alchemy. In addition to the main magic practice, Zidi also chose the branch of alchemy-pharmacy.

A few months later, Zidi's research began to get some results.

A year later, these results are increasing.

The reputation of some of the ordinary potions she sold began to circulate among ordinary citizens. Some students even abandoned the expensive magic potions and chose Zidi's barbarian potions because of their shyness.

"After I graduate, maybe I can open an ordinary pharmacy shop in the city." Just as she began to look forward to the bright future of this career, a bad news suddenly came.

Father is dead!

When she first learned the news, Zidi's first reaction was that she couldn't believe it.

"Maybe this is just a way my father wants to trick me back home?"

In these years, she has never returned home.

But then, fat tongue and many other elders successively wrote to her, telling her this cruel fact.

The endless grief overwhelmed Zidi.

Although Zidi hated her father, she never really thought that one day she would learn of his death.

"He is my only relative in this world." Zidi shed tears.

The feeling of loneliness, dazedness, and smallness, like an endless wave, swept through her heart.

Although Zidi has been self-reliant over the years, she can already rely on herself and live independently in this city.

Despite all these years, she did not spend a penny of money sent by her father.

When her father really died, she realized the true place of her father in her heart and in her life.

Although she opposed her father and hated him, she also loved him deeply!

In the next few months, the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce was swayed by storms and fell into fierce civil strife. The powerful and powerful quickly divided up the industry of the Wisteria Chamber of Commerce. A large number of members of the Chamber of Commerce changed course and took the initiative or were forced to join others.

There are many letters to Zidi, most of which are to persuade Zidi to stand up and protect the legacy left by the old president. Because in accordance with tradition and the laws of the empire, she is the only heir to the Chamber of Commerce.

But Zidi turned a deaf ear, she shrank in the magic academy and never went out again. The tasks of the fish market for several years have also been abandoned.

She knew that the Magic Academy was her safe haven and the only place that could shelter her and give her life safety at this stage.

Finally, within a few months, a gluttonous feast of many forces came to an end.

The Wisteria Chamber of Commerce has almost only one name left, and most of the valuable industries have become the property of others.

The former super chamber of commerce, with a strong tendency to surpass the traditional six chambers of commerce, was completely reduced to the soil in just a few months.

Some who sigh and sigh, some are afraid of the future, some who fall into a rock, some who are indifferent bystanders...

Finally, after everything had settled, Zidi left the Magic Academy.

During this time, she hid in the Magic Academy.

Now she needs to attend her father's funeral.

"Little Zidi, no, don't feel guilty. You are right and right to do this. Those who persuaded you to come out before are all deliberately unpredictable and want to use you to fight for more and more benefits." Fat Tongue led a team. People and horses, come to meet her.

"But, but be careful, the predators are full, and the vicious piranhas are still wandering in the muddy waters and waters."

After walking low-key for a few days, Zidi and his team came to the small town at the foot of the mountain.

The town is full of joy, and a circus comes to the town, bringing the townsfolk to one of the few entertaining activities in a year.

Clowns, fireworks, colorful balloons, puppet shows, brown bears stepping on drums, monkeys dancing, and snake dancers from the East, playing the flute.

Zidi's carriage moved slowly through the crowd.

There was silence in the carriage, and Zidi's heart was full of sadness.

Inside and outside the carriage are two distinct worlds.

Opening the curtains, Zidi looked up and could see the manor on the hillside.

There used to be her home, and the estate didn't seem to have changed much.

Her childhood, the scene of her life in the manor, and this small town came to her mind. Every year when the circus comes, she will also visit and play with the guards.

Even a parrot performing smoking in the circus can amaze and fascinate her young.

Now she is back.

She has grown up, regardless of age or experience.

The beautiful manor in the past reveals a sad atmosphere. The mysterious circus in my memory can no longer bring Zidi's original surprise and moving.

Everything is right and wrong.

The convoy slowly passed through the downtown area, under a simple stage remodeled by a carriage, surrounded by a bunch of children. There is a puppet show on the stage. It is the story that Zidi loved to hear most when she was a child-princess, demon and knight.

Hearing those familiar lines, Zidi recalled the scene of visiting the town with her mother.

"Mom, the devil is so disgusting, I want to defeat it! I can fight it very well. The gardener's son is two years older than me, and he is not my opponent."

Her mother smiled and said, "My little princess, fighting is not something a lady should do. Don't worry, you don't have to do it, you will have your knight, and he will guard you for life."

"My knight?" Childhood Zidi's eyes twinkled. "Where is he?"

"Well... Mom doesn't know too much. But what is certain is that he will definitely appear in your life."

"Mom, what's in that tent?"

"That is the tent of the fortuneteller."

"What is divination? I want to see it."

"It's too late, wait until next year my mother will bring it, okay? My lovely little princess, we should go home to sleep. Good boy."

"Oh..." Childhood Zidi lowered her head and replied unwillingly.

The convoy finally came to the end of the street, after passing here, it was the mountain road. At the end of the mountain road is the manor.

A blue tent stands at the end of the street.

This is the fortune-teller's tent. There are few people, and it is deserted, in stark contrast to the other stalls of the circus.

Divination is a kind of prophecy, it is a very deep magic field.

However, most of the folk fortune-tellers are gods and gods who talk about and deceive them. Maybe they come to the town every year, and the townspeople know the fortune-tellers in the circus and have no interest in patronizing them.

"Stop, I'm going to get off." Zidi suddenly became excited.

She got out of the car and left the guard outside the tent.

The dim light in the tent seems to be deliberately creating a mysterious atmosphere.

Zidi looked at the furnishings in the tent with interest, UU reading www.uukānshu.com over the years, her sharp gaze, she immediately judged many fake herbs and many fake magic appliances.

She was both disappointed and not surprised.

"Guest, what do you want to fortune?" the fortuneteller asked.

Zidi cast his gaze now.

The fortuneteller was an old woman with deep wrinkles and a dark blue nine-pointed star painted on the center of her forehead.

She sat down casually: "Please divination, when will the knight in my life come?"

The fortuneteller began to fumble for the crystal ball that was obviously imitated on the low table, and his mouth was muttering, muttering a voice that was difficult to hear, perhaps she herself could not understand.

The fortuneteller's brows began to frown, and the voice in her mouth became more and more urgent. She seemed to be in an elusive predicament.

suddenly!

She twitched all over her body, and her eyes rolled up suddenly, revealing only the whites of her eyes.

Bright red blood flowed from the corners of her eyes, nostrils, mouth, and ears!

She cried out in horror: "Ah...ah!"

"I saw... I saw your destiny..."

"In your destiny... there is no knight!"

"Only, only...Ah!!! A beast, no, it's a monster!"

"monster!!!"

Zidi was taken aback and stood up subconsciously.

The guard outside the tent heard the movement and immediately got in.

The fortuneteller was lying on the table with white eyes in his sockets. He stretched out his old hands like strange claws and grabbed Zidi.

The guards immediately stepped forward, and one of them had already drawn half of his sword.

"Stop, don't make a fuss. This is just an alarmist trick." Zidi calmed down and laughed.

She threw a silver coin on the low table.

"Give you."

"Good performance."

She turned and left, followed by the guard.

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