Text Chapter 377 Grieving Scholars

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In front of the iron gate of the manor, a white-haired old man frowned. At the same time, a pale young man followed behind him. His movements seemed to be inconvenient, and he was already drenched in cold sweat just standing there.

"Yes, sir." The magic tool man said in a gentle and polite voice: "The master is working, please come back later, sir."

"When was that?" the white-haired old man asked.

The man with the magic tool shook his head, and said without hesitation: "The master didn't say anything. In addition, if there is no other order, I am allowed to go back to work in the manor."

"You go back." The white-haired old man waved his hand and said helplessly.

Not long after the magic tool came back, the pale young man frowned and said, "Master, the nobles on the fourth floor actually treat you like nothing?"

These two people are Duan Tianlang and Shu Gebai master and apprentice who have just recovered from their injuries and have not fully recovered. Shu Gebai had a lot of friends and wanted to find some helpers, so he happened to think of this scholar who lived nearby.

At this time, Shu Gebai shook his head, not feeling too upset, "Scholars in the astral world all look like this, not on purpose. Although these scholars are not very strong, each of them can drive extremely powerful Dolls fighting with magic equipment. Don’t think that it’s bad for him to live on the fourth floor. That’s just because the manor itself is built on the Protoss crystal veins, which is convenient for his research.”

Protoss crystals are the minerals used to make star coins. After traveling for a while, Duan Sirius naturally knew the importance of this kind of thing, and he couldn't help being a little surprised: "Mine lode! The Palace of Guardians actually allows this kind of thing to happen? "

"The Scholars Association itself is such an existence." Shu Gebai shook his head and sighed: "This is a group of lunatics. They are usually polite, but they are crazier than anyone else when they get together. And they are extremely xenophobic. He said no, no matter what. What is the reason, that is, I don’t want to see him. I can’t just run into him like this.”

Duan Sirius said in disbelief, "Is there really such a united organization?"

"As long as you offend one of the scholars' associations, you are against the entire scholars' association." Shu Gebai recalled: "Many arrogant noble protoss have completely disappeared in the anger of the scholars' association. The group of lunatics together The magic puppet called out is really shaking the earth!"

"Although I don't have a deep friendship with the owner of this manor, it's extremely rare." Shu Gebai sighed and shook his head, and said, "So there's no need to offend him because of this kind of thing. Let's go, don't waste time, I still have a few old friends."

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Although this nunxiu was very polite to Zhao Nan, but he was just plain to the people behind Zhao Nan.

Although it was to take people to visit, but after turning around, people arranged for Finina and the others to rest in one place, and only Zhao Nan was called out alone.

Over there, Tuoba Xiaocao sat down on a luxurious stool, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "What kind of hospitality is this? You look down on people, right?"

On the other hand, the temper is not as good as Tuoba Xiaocao, but the Red Dragon sat quietly, and smiled when he heard this, "It is very good to be able to enter the scholar's manor and be entertained. It's not for the sake of your father, don't say that you are entertained, even if you knock on the door, no one will respond to you."

Even the red dragon had a very satisfied expression on his face. Tuoba Xiaocao couldn't help cursing a few words in his heart, and then lay down on the stool. After that, it has always been useless, and the psychological gap is too great.

"Ao Gu... is really a very simple person..." Linglong held her chin and looked out of the window. No one saw her face, but heard her insipid words.

In the lounge, Little Lolita smiled triumphantly, Finina smiled lightly, Xu Yang had a wry smile, Yeyue bowed her head and smiled.

Tuoba Xiaocao sneered again and again, then met the eyes of everyone, "Cut..."

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How big is the estate? It is probably dozens of times larger than the teaching academy where Zhao Nan stayed. But there are some strange means of transportation.

"Mr. Nixiu, where are we going now?"

Standing on a carpet that can move on its own and is very stable, looking at the dim road ahead, Zhao Nan asked with some vigilance.

"Go to my studio!" Nixiu smiled back, and said kindly: "Don't be nervous, little guy!"

"Nishu, are they also in the studio now?" Kabu suddenly frowned and asked.

"Yes, those old guys have never been willing to leave since they saw the magic man I found." Nixiu smiled and said, "Actually, I'm still at work."

Zhao Nan smiled approvingly, and subconsciously said, "I've just arrived, and it's a great honor for Mr. to let me visit your studio."

Unexpectedly, the fat old man became displeased, "You should be more happy, aren't you happy about this unknown technology at all?"

"I'm just a junior scholar. I'm afraid I won't be able to understand the magic tool man who can't even help my husband." Zhao Nan said truthfully.

Nixiu was even more displeased and said: "You bastard, what did you learn! You came to the astral world, and you are only a junior scholar? Our scholars from Pompeii are ashamed to pass the customs!"

Zhao Nan never imagined that this fat old man, who was so enthusiastic just now, turned his head and frowned, and when he was about to speak, Kabu whispered from the side: "Old guy, Aogu has difficulties. Don't blame him, and you can't blame him."

"What's the reason?" Nixiu frowned, but his anger didn't fade away.

"We'll talk about it when we're all together." Kabu sighed and said in a low voice, with a downcast look on his face.

Nixiu stopped talking and became silent, but his face changed as soon as he said it, and he was no longer that kind of grandfather image.

His studio is underground, which is the same as what Zhao Nan saw in Pompeii. Probably all scholars have the habit of building underground studios at home.

But the ventilation here is very good, it is not dull at all, and the light source is also very sufficient. There are many Zhao Nan can't name them, but can feel them. They are all kinds of tools to describe the magic circuit.

In the studio, there were already seven tall, short, fat and thin guys gathered around a workbench, discussing miscellaneously, and when the argument got heated, they even fought violently, pulling their beards and scratching their hair.

It's a bunch of old hooligans fighting.

Zhao Nan looked at the working table from the crowd, and saw a pile of scattered parts on the table, one here and one here, but there was another head part on the side. Zhao Nan opened his eyes and saw, this is not Locke's head?

It looks like this, it shouldn't be dead yet, right? Zhao Nan looked at it a little dumbfounded. He had been looking for Locke for two years, but he never thought that it was lying on the fourth floor and being torn apart. I really don't know what happened to it after it was taken away by that strange bird.

"You've already opened it? A bunch of bastards!" Kabu suddenly said angrily.

The group of old scholars who were fighting just stopped, and one of them shouted happily: "Kabu? You are late!"

"Okay, shut up!" Nixiu yelled angrily at this moment, this drink really worked, and a group of old hooligans stopped immediately.

At this moment, Nixiu turned to look at Kabu and said, "Okay, explain to me why the current clansmen have fallen to such a level of not wanting to make progress!"

In front of this fat old man, Zhao Nan, who is a junior scholar, has become synonymous with depravity. This is really hard for those little days when he used to make magic tools day and night.

Zhao Nan stood aside silently, trying hard to pretend to be aggrieved and helpless.

Kabu sighed, "Everyone, I want to say one thing. But I hope you will remain calm after listening."

Everyone looked at Kabu suspiciously. They have known each other for countless years, but they have never seen this guy with such a dignified expression, so they all calm down.

"Listen to me." Kabu's lips trembled slightly: "Our hometown, our Pompeii city, our former homeland, has been wiped out!"

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Tuoba Xiaocao is drinking tea, it is said that it is a special product of the fourth floor, something that cannot be bought even with astral coins.

This stuff tastes good. So after taking a sip, I couldn't help but want to take another sip.

Unexpectedly, just as the teacup was placed near her lips, the ground shook suddenly, and the tea splashed all over her face, making her scalding hot.

"Damn it, there was an earthquake?"

The entire room shook violently, and the furnishings in the room fell to the ground one by one. Before everyone could figure out what was going on, they heard a loud noise.

Finina looked out of the window, and there was a shadow, and she saw seven or eight huge monsters in the huge courtyard of the manor, blocking the sunlight.

They waved the huge weapons in their hands, raised their heads to the sky and howled, which actually attracted dark clouds all over the sky, lightning and thunder.

Her complexion changed slightly, and she immediately jumped out of the window, and after a few jumps, she sprinted towards the place where the huge monsters appeared.

On this side, everyone followed one by one. But after walking not far, those huge monsters disappeared out of thin air.

I saw Zhao Nan appearing on the edge of the destroyed giant pit with a wry smile on his face, shaking his head towards Finina, and using the single-body sound transmission technique: "It's okay, you go back first, I will come back later... This is the same as Caboo started out the same way."

Finina was stunned for a moment, and suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then be careful."

As he said that, he turned around and led the people who dared to rush back.

Zhao Nan took a look inside the pit. In fact, this is above the underground studio.

At this time, this group of old hooligans hugged each other with tears in their eyes, weeping loudly, breaking people's souls.

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