Chapter 19 Oleg

Although the Slavic Ursine blood in Oleg's body has disappeared, the fiery temper inherited from the Ursine has not changed at all. After hearing the words of the blond and curly brat, he immediately became furious.

"What did you say?"

Oleg clenched his fists and jumped in front of Alban. The huge shadow of his body completely enveloped the thin wizard and roared: "Try saying it again!"

The other gray robes on the dock fell silent, staring at the conflict between Oleg and Alban with bright eyes. Their long-standing thinking has not yet awakened them to the nature of this conflict.

"I mean, you are more suitable for this job." Albon cleared his throat and repeated what he just said with a pale face. However, his voice became much weaker than before.

As if he realized that his voice was relatively weak, the tadpole-shaped curse mark flashed on the forehead of the new North District wizard, and the frog that had been clutched in his hand quietly turned into a puff of black ashes.

Then the Dharma book on Albon's waist bloomed with a layer of gray light.

No spell was recited, nor was any spell used. Just seeing the bright light, the onlookers subconsciously took a step back - this was the fear imprinted deep in their blood.

After seeing the light shining from the magic book on Alban's waist, Oleg had the same reaction as the other magicians.

He also took a step back.

The anger that had just emerged dissipated a lot with this step.

When he came back to his senses, the owner of the cargo ship had already put his arm around Albon's shoulders and walked towards the dock lounge with a smile on his face. That was the position responsible for guarding the monitoring array, which cost thirty coppers an hour - far more than the hard work of ten coppers for a ship of goods.

Oleg looked around, his eyes a little blank.

The awed gazes of his companions in the past seemed to have become darker. Although they still obeyed his arrangements very honestly, he could smell the faint commotion in the crowd clearly even through his belly.

This made him panic.

This depressed emotion reaches its peak when the boss pays out wages after work is over. Albon, the guy who didn't do any work all day, got the most wages, and even shook his money bag vigorously in front of him.

Crash.

"Thank you, boss!" The new wizard said in a long tone, thanking the ship owner, but he glanced at Oleg standing at the door from the corner of his eye, and said in a very soft voice that could be heard by everyone around him: " A lifetime of hard work, huh..."

Oleg clenched his fists and stood at the door with his head lowered, like a sculpture.

After work, he did not have dinner with his familiar co-workers. Instead, he bought a bottle of wine and sat in a grass coop outside the dock with a plate of salted peanuts until dark.

He wasn't sulking. As the boss of the North District Pier, if something bad happens to me, I just drink and get sulky. I'm afraid I'll explode in a month.

Oleg is thinking about the way forward.

To the wizards outside, the North District is a world of magicians. That doesn’t mean the North End is monolithic. Any large-scale organization will have different internal demands, let alone a loose community.

Overall, the magicians in the North District can be divided into three forces.

One group is a group of magicians like Gini Cabin. Although they are in the North District, they have never given up learning magic and hope to gain the power of real wizards. Most of these magicians are relatively young and relatively talented.

The second force is the group to which Oleg belongs. These people have been rooted in the North District for a long time. They have more or less property and influence. They are more than above or below. They have long been smoothed by life and just want to live their own small lives in peace.

The third group belongs to the shabby people, who have no industry, no job, and no ideas. They cheat, kidnap, and beg. They live day by day. Many people dare to sign a contract to sell their souls with the dark wizard just for the sake of temporary enjoyment.

Oleg had always looked down on the other two types of people.

"A magician is a magician. You can live a stable life as a magician honestly. Don't be like those crazy young people who spend your whole life just for magic!"

This is what Oleg's grandfather said to him, and he has always regarded it as a guideline.

What Grandpa said is indeed true. In Oleg's short life, he saw too many young magicians being transformed into neither humans nor ghosts in order to gain the ability to cast spells - many even paid the price with their lives.

Maybe life is a bit frustrating, but in the North District, what does it matter if it's a bit frustrating? Living steadily is more important than anything else.

In a few years, he will ask an ordinary-looking female magician to be his wife - female magicians who are too beautiful must have been used by wizards, Oleg feels unsafe - and then give birth to a big fat boy and educate him Continue to live your life honestly.

Generation after generation, we can probably live like this forever.

until today.

A junior who had just gained the ability to cast spells stepped on his face in the mud and crushed it. The seemingly stable belief that Oleg had always maintained was like a castle on the beach, which collapsed when the water splashed over it.

Just a splash.

"boom!"

The bottle hit the water hard, jumped twice, and hit the pile of rocks on the other side, shattering into pieces. Oleg reached out and touched the robe and the last bottle of Kraken Rum.

He finally struggled and stood up.

He also wanted the ability to cast spells.

And I want it now!

After drinking, his mind was unexpectedly sober. Oleg realized that although only a small splash of water splashed in front of him today, behind the splash, the huge wave had already cast a heavy shadow.

People living in the North District are always particularly keen on dangers and opportunities.

The sooner he could obtain the curse seal, the better. He tried his best to search for information in his mind about the owner of the Gini Hut, the witch who had become the 'Great Sage' - the only thing he could think of was that she was studying at First University and was a member of the student union. Boss.

"It is necessary to sell oneself and seek refuge, but how to sell oneself?"

"It must be sold with value, and it must not be poked in the spine by the old guys... But apart from my body and bones, what else can be sold?"

Holding the wine bottle and carrying this trouble, Oleg staggered towards Gudiao Street.

Then he saw a different night view of the North District.

A group of little mushrooms spitting out sunshine bubbles and running around. The gloomy night in the North District was illuminated particularly clearly, and the image of Oleg's embarrassment was also illuminated particularly clearly.

"Don't run around in front of me, you arrogant ghosts who ruined the night in the North District and disturbed our peace!" Oleg flew up with a kick and put a small mushroom around his feet that spit out blossoms of sunshine. Kick away:

"Damn it!"

The little mushroom drew a miserable arc in mid-air and hit the stone pier on the roadside heavily. A gargoyle sculpture entrenched on a stone pier suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed the magic-rich little mushroom in one gulp.

"Hiccup..."

The gargoyle let out a big belch, and a small string of bubble-like sunlight emerged from the corner of its mouth. It weakly shattered before landing, making its face become even more ferocious.

Oleg finally felt much better.