Throne of Magical Arcana

On the street, people came and went, and Oliver stone stood in the center like a statue, which was incompatible with the surrounding environment.

As a teenager, although he is talented in drama, experienced in some aspects, and has a far-away experience, a similar situation still exceeds the limit he can bear. This is his life in the next few months. The cost!

What should I do?What about meals?What about sleeping?

Numerous problems accompanied his annoyance, frustration and anger into his mind, making him feel that the sunny afternoon suddenly became dim, and the noisy crowd around him was indifferent, as if the two sides were not in the same world.

"Damn the thief!"

After a long time, Oliver broke into a horrified howl of passers-by.

While howling, his right hand clasped the suitcase tightly, fearing that a thief would emerge to snatch the last property.

Regardless of everyone's contempt, ridicule, and madman's gaze, Oliver vented heartily, and it took a while to calm down, seriously thinking about how he should live.

"Calm down, Calm down, Oliver, you have talent, appearance, strength, and will definitely be able to overcome this difficulty." Oliver whispered himself, his brain spinning rapidly, trying to find a way to deal with similar embarrassment from his own experience. And what he saw most was a drama.

"Yes, yes, at this time, I need to find someone who appreciates me, and my new life will start from there." He found his experience from the drama and clenched his fists. "Oliver, your most valuable asset is not the wallet just now. It ’s your mind, the drama script in your suitcase, as long as you take them and go to the drama association to find a gentleman who understands and appreciates, you can immediately get a generous reward. "

With the help of Oliver, he recovered the spirit of the young man, found thick stacks of paper from the suitcase, clutched them tightly, and asked the way while thinking about what he was going to do after getting rich: elegant and luxurious villa, Obedient good-looking maid, exquisite and delicious food, well-known wine, beautiful and hot lover, and, "I want to ask someone to kill the damn thief!"

Alam Street, where the Drama Society is located, is not far from the city gate, and Oliver soon saw the unique building supported by gray stone columns.

He glanced at the mercenary guarding the door, and he paused, remembering one of the most frequently used bridge sections in the drama. That is because the protagonist was arrogantly rejected by the gatekeeper because of his shabby dress and shabby appearance. No more twists and turns to reach the goal more sadly.

"I can't make such a mistake." Oliver thought he was too clever and thought of it in time, so he walked to the nearby square and combed the hair that had become messy when he vented in the smooth pool. Then, he took out a black turtleneck coat from the suitcase to replace the dusty clothes on his body. Finally, he took out a white handkerchief, folded it into a flower-like appearance, and inserted it into his chest pocket.

"Elegant gentleman." Oliver nodded in satisfaction, re-raised his suitcase to the door of the Drama Society.

When he reached the door, he didn't squint, but when the two mercenaries stopped, he snorted with a high face.

The two mercenaries were confused by his calm attitude and excellent appearance, thinking that they were a noble gentleman, so they dared not stop and slowly backed away.

"Haha, Oliver, you are great! You will be successful!" Oliver praised herself with her heart, speeding up and entering the door.

"Hey, hello! I tell you, I will be the greatest dramatist in the future! You can't be so rude!"

A few minutes later, Oliver was framed by two burly men and threw him directly from the steps.

"Go away, liar!"

"Crazy arrogant man!"

The two cursed each other, and dropped Oliver's suitcase and manuscript smoothly. The suitcase opened on the ground and the clothes flew out. The manuscripts were filled like snow.

Watching his manuscripts as treasures flew in front of him, falling on his face and into the dust, Oliver briefly became dazed, and then shouted angrily: "You will regret it!"

I am such a young drama genius, I can definitely make a big career!

Packing his luggage sadly and painfully, Oliver wandered aimlessly in the street, not knowing what he could do or where he could go.

"Look for a place to shelter from the rain tonight, and go to the city hall, tavern, and other places tomorrow to see if I can find a thing to do." Oliver saw the cloud begin to spread, so he recovered from the frustration and gritted his teeth. "I know how to write poetry, I can write words, and I'm afraid to starve to death in Luntat?"

He slowly reshaped his confidence, found a prominent eave, and hid underneath.

Wow, the heavy rain fell, splashing white mist on the ground.

Oliver looked at this scene in a daze, and suddenly became happy: "My encounter today will be the source of my future drama creation!"

Pain, the pain exploded on Oliver's head, he turned around hard, and saw a tramp staring at him fiercely.

"This is mine!" He pointed under the eaves.

All the anger accumulated by Oliver broke out today, and it was youth spirit, so he shouted: "I occupy it is mine!" While rushing up, fighting with the tramp.

Suddenly, his expression froze and his eyes lost his spirit. It turned out that there was another tramp behind him, who gave him a head blow with a stick.

Darkness, blood, pain, and cold always haunted Oliver, making him unable to escape this unimaginable painful situation.

After doing his utmost, Oliver rolled over and sat up, the darkness subsided in front of him, revealing a dim candlelight.

"Me, where am I?" He looked at the harrow and narrow hut and said to himself, feeling the pain in his head.

"My home." The cold male voice sounded, and the door leading to the room opened, and a stout, bald and bald man came out. "You have been sold to us."

"What?" Oliver jumped out of bed in disbelief and was knocked to the ground by a villain.

"Call the boss, understand?" The bald villain spread his arms, "Close your mouth and listen to me."

Oliver was beaten up, touching the corners of his swollen mouth, looking at the bald man with fear.

The bald villain shouted, "You, a foreigner, have no money and no strength, and dare to clash with local tramps. Hey, after they knocked you out, they took your clothes and sold you. I, starting today, you are my men. You will not be free until your labor equals the money I gave. "

This villain doesn't seem too bad ... Oliver covered his mouth and said: "What are we doing?"

"Bury the corpse." The bald wicked man was somewhat disgusted.

At dawn, George the bald and wicked took Oliver to the corpse.

"Here are the corpses without relatives or money. We are responsible for burying them in the new cemetery. The remuneration is given by the church and the city hall." George opened the door, and the rotten corpses immediately filled out, making the past never The Oliver he had contacted was retching.

There are also many dressed corpses in the morgue, all of them are under the hands of George.

"Yo, there are several more babies today." George said exaggeratedly, and then walked in front of the newly-delivered corpse, carefully groped, looking for possible valuables. If the other party's clothing was still intact, he would Peel directly.

This made Oliver sweating and trembling, feeling he was in hell.

After George finished scraping, he laughed and said: "Boys, work!"

Oliver reluctantly carried the body to a special carriage. When he touched the cold skin, he almost pulled his hand away and felt his hands become abnormally dirty. It seemed that even he began to rot.

From the morgue to the new cemetery, the burial people stayed together without giving Oliver a chance to escape, and the bald gangster George told him fiercely that he had a relationship in the church and the city hall. Dare to escape, he dared to bury him directly into the new cemetery.

The new cemetery was permeated with rotten stench, and they flew into the city, leaving the nearby slums in a similar smell.

"There are poor people here, and the pastors of the church won't come to purify." George complained and ordered Oliver and others to find a place to dig a pit.

This new cemetery was pre-processed by the priests, so the chance of undead creatures is very low, and they are more at ease.

Oliver was holding a shovel, digging burrows numbly, digging dug, and a bone suddenly appeared inside, which scared him back a few steps.

"Buried here?" George touched his bald head. "It's okay, just bury it on them." He commanded indifferently.

A corpse was thrown down, a shovel and mud were spilled, and soon the ground became flat again.

George found a tombstone made of wood and inserted it into the center of the cemetery. There were no patterns on it, no epitaph, only a simple cross.

"I've always been like this in my life?" Oliver thought numbly in the rotten smell.

…………

In a manor on the outskirts, the hall is brightly lit and the taste of food is pervasive.

"Who, uh, Vicente, would you like one? This is the top tobacco from the Kingdom of Briana?" A fashionable young man with dark hair and blue eyes nodded to Vicente with a smile. There are a few yellow cigarettes.

Regardless of his expression or tone, he showed a condescending arrogance.

Vicente's face flushed slightly and shook his head: "Sorry, I don't smoke."

"Yo, what a good baby, no wonder Shirley will look at you." The young noble said sarcastically.

Shirley next to Vicente took a step forward and slightly raised his head: "Yeah, I hate men who drink and smoke and don't have a little grace."

After she finished, she took Vicente and walked to the table next to her, whispering, "Vincent, do n’t mind, it ’s all my fault, you should n’t be forced to come to this banquet."

"It doesn't matter, we are getting married soon, I will face such a thing sooner or later." Vicente thought of his dream, said with enthusiasm, "I am very calm, I am indeed noble, I can not enjoy these things from an early age, but I Will work hard, will be better than them, so that your future life will not deteriorate.

In the distance, Shirley's parents watched this scene quietly, with an indifferent expression.