Two Hundred and Seventy-Five Sentient Beings Are Equal

Veronsa, a girl sat in front of her with a worried look on her face: "Doctor... What's wrong with me?"

The doctor looked up from the blood report with a complicated expression on his face. He tapped the report twice with his hand before saying, "Actually, your problem is not very common. "

"You are a mortal, and the family conditions are very good." The doctor looked at the beautifully tailored handmade custom long dress on the girl and said, "10 months ago, you and your father were in the Velonsa area. A factory was opened and the family moved here.”

"5 months ago, you started to feel dizzy, nauseated, and sometimes hallucinations..." After flipping through the girl's case, the doctor thought about his words: "Recently, the symptoms have become more and more obvious... "

"I've seen the blood test report, and it's almost confirmed - your problem is that your body has begun to mutate, and you have become a magician." The doctor turned his face to the girl's father: "This situation , there have been several cases in Veronsa recently, and the symptoms are similar."

"My God, that is to say, my daughter...she turned out to be a magician?" The girl's father's face was full of joy. A very exciting thing.

"Dad... I'm a magician now?" The girl looked at her hands in disbelief, as if she was dreaming.

"I knew that my family's blood is very good! My ancestors must be very powerful magicians..." The middle-aged man was also very excited, and began to imagine the glorious history his family never had.

In fact, everyone who knows him knows that his ancestor was actually a blacksmith. Later, he accumulated some small money and invested in a gear project of the Longtaite family. In the last year, he succeeded in financing due to a large number of orders and became a real rich man. of.

However, wealthy people like this, the upstarts in the traditional sense, are actually willing to put some money on their faces.

As a mortal, the best way to put gold on your face is to prove that your family has the blood of a magician.

"Uh, I have to remind the two of you." The doctor was not in the mood to care so much. He knocked on the table twice and looked up at the two of them: "Why are you excited? Go to the window to get medicine! What greasy food have you been eating recently? Stuff... next!"

There are many mortal immigrants in Velonsa, and magicians are not unusual. The doctor has a lot of knowledge here, and he doesn't care about any magician at all.

What's more, the magician of Ailan Hill is nothing more than an ordinary ID card, and there is no special treatment of superiority, no extra points for exams, and no priority for applying for employment, so it is not a special group.

You have to buy a ticket to get on the train, and you have to spend money to watch a movie. Many magicians are not as comfortable as the rich Alan Hill nobles, and there is really nothing to envy.

The slogan that Ailan Hill shouted before was that mortals will never be slaves, and her attitude towards the Magic Empire is mainly hatred and resistance.

Under such conditions, the status of the magician is actually very low.

When Velonsa was officially annexed by Ailan Hill, Ailan Hill's official slogan evolved from the phrase "Mortals will never be slaves" to a slogan such as "Equality of all living beings". Therefore, Ailan Hill has never given any high-level status to the magician, and the magician himself is not noble in Ailan Hill.

Statistics from the data can also prove that Alan Hill, especially the high-level Alan Hill's suppression of magicians, is so thorough.

Up to now, the 10 ministries of the Irish Empire, namely the Ministry of Defense, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Industry, the Ministry of Agriculture, the Ministry of Personnel, the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the Ministry of Economy, the Ministry of Science, the Ministry of Education and the Ministry of Crime, have 10 ministers. Not a single magician was born.

Counting further down, there are no magicians in the 75 sub-departments. William, the better magician, is only the dean of an academy, and Carl is only the commander of a magic unit within the Guards.

In this kind of environment, there is no special advantage for a magician to be born in Alan Hill. At most, there is one more choice: if you go to a magic academy for further studies, after you graduate in the future, you can be assigned to the knowledge magic ball. In the production workshop, excellent production workers can earn a lot of wages and can be regarded as a relatively reliable iron rice bowl.

But this situation is only suitable for children from poor families who have awakened magical talents. Who do children from rich families do? Sitting on the production line every day, injecting magic into the knowledge magic ball? Isn't this a joke?

Because of this, if the children of rich families have awakened their magical talents, no one is actually willing to send their children to a magic school to study. Most children are still sent to the noble schools in Ireland Hill to receive the latest advanced education.

Because of the continuous expansion of the empire, subjects such as management and economics are very popular. Compared with some bullshit knowledge magic ball processing and production skills, it is much more noble and elegant. Sending your children to learn how to make a magic ball of knowledge, and then going home after graduation to inherit thousands of family properties, only a fool would do it.

On the contrary, some people in this country are still proud of killing magicians...

On the front line of the Holy Demon Empire, in an air force base in Ireland Hill, a pilot wearing a special anti-pressure suit of the Air Force was leaning on the gangway and sketching a pattern for his beloved aircraft.

"I said, you are the pride of our squadron now." A passing pilot said with envy on his face, looking at his companion adding a record to his aircraft.

The pilot stopped, turned his head to look at his companion and shouted humbly: "You will have it sooner or later! When we change to a new plane, maybe in one mission, you will surpass me!"

"Just comfort me! But you're amazing! That magician was dodging back and forth in the sky like a flea, avoiding so many missiles." The pilot standing under the gangway raised his head and looked at the painted plane Aerial camouflage MiG-21 fighter.

With the development of the battle, the black flag color painting is no longer suitable for the requirements of modern warfare, so the fighter painting of Ireland Hill has undergone some improvements. Newly produced fighters, for example, will use a new livery that mixes camouflage with magic defense runes.

However, no matter how it is painted, the pair of eagles on the wings of the aircraft has never changed. This symbolizes the unyielding courage of the Airland Hill Air Force and their glorious history since their inception.

"In fact, there are times when they can't escape. As long as you observe carefully, you can find that their movements still have certain rules to follow." The pilot standing on the gangway said seriously.

The pilot standing under the gangway laughed at himself: "I have tried it. It is very difficult to lock the magician with the sparrow missile. The speed of the missile is enough, but the flexibility is still a little worse."

Just below the cockpit canopy of this MiG-21 fighter jet, a neat row of enemy planes is drawn. 4 Seismic fighters, and two lifelike dragon heads.

This marks that this MiG-21 fighter jet shot down four shock fighter jets of the puppet empire and two dragon knights of the Holy Demon Empire in the previous battle.

This can be said to be a very good record. After all, the MiG fighters have not been equipped with the front-line troops for a long time.

The pilot under the gangway paused for a while, and then continued: "I understand what you said, but didn't you finally shoot him down with a missile?"

The pilot standing on the gangway nodded and replied with a smile: "Yes, I did hit it with a missile, but I was lucky. He happened to be blocked by some artillery shells."

"Anyway, you are a lucky person!" The pilot standing below waved his hand to end the chat, turned and walked towards the lounge.

"Thank you! I think so too." The pilot standing on the gangway started his work again. He poked the white paint can in his hand with a thin brush, and then carefully began to draw the two dragon heads. Right below, another thing was drawn.

He was very cautious, sketching the periphery of the logo little by little, and soon the shape of the logo was revealed in front of him. Under his pen, a magician's hat with a spire can already be seen clearly.

It was confirmed that in the melee with the main force of the puppet empire, the pilot flew the MiG-21 fighter jet with a Sparrow missile and shot down a high-level magician hovering in the air.

Through many photos and witnesses, the Sparrow missile did hit the target and killed the magician.

This Air Force pilot, who was also confirmed, was the first to launch a missile and kill a senior magician. His name will go down in history forever, and his actions will be remembered by all.

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In the faraway Velonsa, the noble who had figured out everything glanced at his daughter who had awakened to the magical talent, and stood helplessly at the end of the long queue in front of the hospital's medicine window.

Along the way, he really figured out that his daughter was nothing special in Alan Hill. Even if she went to school to fight, she might not be much better than the children of other families... You must know that the children who go to school in the Velonsa area have magic. The ratio of talents is quite high.

"Dad, Daddy! I'm a magician now! I can learn those cool magics, and I can make the flames wrap around my arms!" The young daughter seemed excited, still thinking about the possibility of manipulating cool proud of the magic.

But her father was no longer interested: "I know, I know, Annie... Hold your bear doll, don't lose it... I hope you won't burn this bear after you learn flame magic. , it's my birthday present to you!"

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