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"Rustle …" Rustle … "Rustle …"

At this time, a traveler walked over from the Ancient Maple Road. This traveler wore a black robe and hood, and his entire body was covered by a black cloak. His face was covered by a black veil, and only his eyes were exposed as he vigilantly stared in front of him.

If he was not holding a blue magic staff in his left hand, no one would have known what his occupation was. It was obvious that he was a mage, and judging from how he was alone, one could tell that he was a lonely wandering mage. Search for the latest updates

It was said that magi didn't usually travel alone, and most had followers. If they encountered a wandering magus, they had to be careful, because such magi tended to be powerful.

In the afternoon, the Ancient Maple Road was extremely quiet. From time to time, the cries of birds could be heard, adding to the serene atmosphere of the small forest.

"After we cross that bridge, we will enter Maple Leaf Town. This way, we can have a good rest." A hint of a smile appeared in the black-robed mage's eyes. After a few days of travel, he was a little tired.

Suddenly, the black-robed mage stopped in his tracks, cautiously surveying his surroundings. His face darkened, "Who's here? "Come out..."

The woods were still quiet, and the only response was the rustling of the leaves as the breeze blew.

The black-robed mage frowned and took a step forward. The magic staff in his hand fiercely stopped, and he sternly shouted, "Who is here, quickly come out. If you still don't come out, don't blame me for being impolite …"

As he spoke, he waved his hand and was about to condense magic. That was the prelude to attacking.

"Lord Magician, please calm your anger …"

Right at that moment, a petite figure drilled out from the grass.

The person who came was Ron. He "rolled" in front of the mage, showing a humble expression, bowing and bowing as he said, "Esteemed mage, please calm your anger. My name is Ron, a resident of Maple Leaf Town. As he spoke, he performed a standard etiquette for the Noah Continent.

"Dammit, it scared me. I thought it was an enemy?" Seeing the beggar like Ron, the black-robed mage cursed in his heart. However, he had also put down his guard. This child wouldn't be in any danger.

He put his wand away and said impatiently, "Well, what are you sneaking around for, kid?" If it weren't for the fact that Ron was just a kid and he didn't want to argue with him, he would have scolded him.

"It's like this, esteemed mage. Ron has a request for you …" Ron was nervous when he said this.

"I want to learn magic, please accept me as your disciple …"

On his knees, Ron knelt before the wandering magician and knelt at his feet, kissing gently on his boots, the humblest courtesy anyone on Noah's continent would show to a strong man.

Ron looked up, his eyes fixed nervously on the black-robed magician, his eyes filled with intense anticipation, his heart thumping wildly in his chest, his palms sweating uncontrollably.

"Take him as my disciple?" The black-robed mage furrowed his brows, calmly looking at him. He didn't nod or refuse as he simply stood there quietly.

"He... Is he thinking? He was actually thinking about it? Would he agree? Will he take me as his disciple? " Ron's heart was already in his throat, and a few glimmers of hope rose in his heart.

"Hmph …"

The black robed wandering mage gave a soft snort, turned around, and left without saying a word, as if he had never seen him before. He did not care about Ron's request, and did not even have the interest to look at him, much less say a word.

"Err …"

Looking at the back of the Magician, Ron's eyes which were filled with hope immediately dimmed. He knew that he had failed once again. He had an expression of disappointment.

"Sigh, I failed again …" Ron sighed and stood up silently, "How many times has it been? All in all … "… …" It should be the seventy-fifth time … "

"I've actually been rejected 75 times …" "I'm really unpopular …" said Ron self-deprecatingly. He patted the dirt off his body and returned to the place where he had been sitting.

Although Ron was just a homeless kid with nothing to lose, he also had dreams of becoming a great magician, but to him, that was impossible.

In Noah Continent, learning magic wasn't easy. The first reason was because he had to go to a specialized school to learn magic. However, the cost of learning magic wasn't something ordinary people could afford, much less the penniless Ron.

Of course, you didn't have to go to school to learn magic. As long as someone was willing to teach you something, there was no problem. In any case, it was the same, but who would be willing to put in the effort to teach a beggar?

So for the past seven years, Ron had been lying in ambush waiting for an opportunity, dreaming of a day when a powerful magician would pass by, moved by his sincerity and accepting him as a disciple, so that he could learn magic.

Seven years had passed, and on this Ancient Maple Road, quite a few mages had passed by. However, the "kind-hearted" Mage Ron hadn't encountered any of them.

When a group of mages led the mercenary group by, Ron didn't dare to go up and block them. If he were to be killed by those mercenaries, he would be in deep trouble.

He only dared to stop those few lonely mages. Generally speaking, distinguished mages wouldn't bother too much with him, a little beggar. Meeting someone who had a good temper, he could just kick them twice.

"Why did he reject me? Is it because I'm not respectful enough? However, I have already used the highest etiquette of the Noah Continent. "It's possible that I'll have to improve on this the next time …"

"Mm. It's also possible that I scared him and made him angry. If I had come out earlier, the chances of success would have been higher. What a pity, why would I think about it for so long?" Ron kept looking for a reason to fail, and he slapped his head in frustration.

Ron was thinking about how he had come out late to talk back to this honorable magician, which had led to his failure. In fact, those arrogant magicians would never put such a common beggar in a dirty novel.

/class12/1. In his eyes, not beating him up was fine, but even if he did kill him, Ron wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

With Ron's status, a bland life might be a good ending, but even if he was a beggar, he would still have his own dreams.

Ron plopped down on the grass and laid down. He picked up a blade of grass and held it in his mouth. He then continued to wait in vain.

"Mages, I really look forward to it …" "If only I could become a mage. If only I had a chance, I would study hard and never be lazy …"

The thought of the magician warmed Ron's heart again, as if the three words had been etched into it.

He would never forget that day, that powerful mage. This was also the first time he saw a mage, and as a female mage, he only saw her lightly wave her magic staff, and a ball of fire with a high temperature appeared in her hand. Immediately, that ball of fire seemed to have grown eyes, flying towards its target, and in the blink of an eye, that blind hooligan was completely burnt to ashes by the female mage's flame.

The power of the magician shook him, and Ron swore to be a magician.

"Am I destined never to become a magus?" Ron thought, his dark eyes staring helplessly up at the blue sky, as if the sky would tell him the answer, but failure after failure had left him disheartened.

"No …" No …. "I definitely won't …" Suddenly, Ron got excited and sat up, "Grandfather said, as long as you are willing to work hard, everything can come true. The founding emperor of Holy Empire, Charles I, was born a commoner, and the powerful Saint Swordsaint was just a lowly servant at the start. Can't I, Ron, become a mage? "I don't believe that a nobody like me will ever rise to prominence in this world …"

He clenched his fists fiercely, "I don't want to live a useless life like this, I want to become a powerful warrior, it doesn't matter if the opportunity comes or not, I'm willing to wait, if one day isn't enough, I'll wait for one year, if one year isn't enough, I'll wait for ten years, if ten years isn't enough, I'll wait my entire life, I don't believe I can't become a mage …"

Suddenly, Ron stood up with a swoosh. He cupped his hands around his mouth like a trumpet and shouted into the sky with all his might.

"I — — Ro--En — — will — — become — — grand — — grand — — magic — — magic — — mages — — —"

Ron's voice echoed up and down the valley, as if mocking his impractical thoughts.

After Ron finished roaring, he felt a bit more confident. He looked at the sky, "It's still early. If we don't wait, maybe there will be more mages passing by …"

He dug into the grass again, found a place to sit down, and continued to pay attention to the Ancient Maple Road's movements.

Unfortunately, when the sun had set and not a single person was to be seen on the Ancient Maple Leaf Road, not to mention the Magicians, Ron could only return home disappointed.

And so, day after day, year after year, Ron continued to wait in the Maple Leaf Trail, waiting for the lone magicians of only three or five people to pass by.

On this day, a mage came from the Ancient Maple Road. He was a kind-looking old man wearing a white mage robe. His face was flushed red as he rode a handsome white horse.

Of course, Ron wouldn't let this chance go. He immediately rushed forward and stopped the old man, then kneeled down in front of him, "Esteemed mage, I want to learn magic. Please accept me as your disciple …"

He made a big bow, and his eyes were full of hope.

Inconceivably, the white-robed old mage reined in his horse, smiled, and kindly asked, "You want to learn magic?"

Hearing this, Ron's beating heart turned into ecstasy, "Yes, esteemed mage, are you willing to teach me?"

The white-robed old mage let out a soft laugh. "Learning magic is a very difficult thing, isn't it?" Aren't you afraid of suffering? "

Hearing this, Ron quickly nodded, his face full of joy, "Respected mage, I am not afraid of suffering, please accept me as your disciple …"

"Hehe …" The white-robed mage laughed heartily. "Since you have so much perseverance and perseverance, I'll make an exception and accept you as my disciple …"

"Thank you …" "Thank you, esteemed lord magus …" Ron, who'd never imagined that his dream of years would finally come true, dropped to his knees and kissed the white-robed mage's boots.

"I'm leaving. If you want to be my disciple, pack up and come with me …" The white-robed old mage patted Ron's head benevolently and laughed.

"Hmm …" Ron rubbed his nose excitedly with his index finger.

"Aiyo …" Ron let out a soft cry and sat up. At the same time, he chased away the little bird on his nose. The little bird had just fiercely pecked a few times at his nose.

"It was just a dream …." Ron woke up and rubbed his nose in disappointment. He'd fallen asleep without realizing it, and he got up and said self-deprecatingly, "I knew it wouldn't be such a good thing."

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