Ushering In The Internet Era In The Magical World Chapter 10: Tavern

　　In this multiverse, although there are dimensional barriers that are difficult to break between the major planes, this does not mean that the major planes are always in contact with each other.

　　 On the contrary, there will always be intersections between you and your faces for one of these reasons.

　　 is small enough to summon each other and fight together;

　　 invaded a large plane, and war broke out.

　　 If the **** of the Internet is really not the **** of Azeroth, then things are complicated!

　　 light, maybe come here to spread the faith and harvest the essence;

　　Heavy, maybe they have ulterior motives, such as plundering souls, resources, or even directly occupying the plane.

　　 Judging from the internet god’s prayer “from the great existence of the blue star”, the mages are almost certain that he is the outer god.

　　 Then what is his purpose here?

　　 No one can guess.

　　 This urgent meeting finally ended in a heavy atmosphere.

　　The third of the four pillars of the Kevir Empire, decided to meet the **** of the Internet.

　　 The great momentum of interconnected magic swept through is no longer something they can stop, unless the **** of the Internet is killed and the **** that caused the problem is solved.

　　 But how can the gods be easy to kill?

　　 So seeing it, knowing it in depth, and then making a decision is undoubtedly the most sensible choice.

　　 In a meditation room engraved with magic patterns, Dundan, under the protection of Zimoor and Bessie, chanted the prayers of the **** of the Internet and called out the Internet.

　　 Immediately, Dundan fell into silence.

　　He is waiting for the reaction of the Internet God. Here, the Forbidden God's magic pattern has ceased operation. He believes that with his special spirit power, it will inevitably attract the Internet God's prying eyes.

　　 This one waits for half an hour.

　　 "This..." Deng Daner frowned.

　　 Qi Moore and Bessie looked at each other.

　　 Deng Daner pondered for a moment, shaking his soul power, and whispered: "I am Deng Daner, the dean of the Felix School of Magic. Dear God of the Internet, I think there should be some misunderstandings between us. Can you meet me? Talk?"

　　 did not wait for two seconds, the virtual scroll suddenly flashed.

　　 Deng Daner raised his eyebrows, and saw that someone suddenly sent a message in the unique social account formed based on the fluctuation of his soul.

　　 He clicked on it and saw that the friend list had an inexplicably more netizen-he was the **** of the Internet.

　　 He sent a message: "Yes! I heard that the blood of the warrior in the'Mage's Hat' in front of your school is good. At 8 o'clock tonight, let's see you there!"

　　 Dundan replied a little awkwardly: "As you wish, the **** of the Internet."

　　The chat is over, Deng Daner has a strange face.

　　 This Internet God looks...very kind?

　　No, no, no!

　　 Cthulhu is the best at disguising, don't be fooled by him.

　　……

　　……

　　 The night is dark and the breeze is fading.

　　 In the Master's Hat Tavern, Dai Suowa sat in front of the bar, silently savoring Pioneer Punch.

　　 The bustle of the tavern seems to have nothing to do with him.

　　Although the school has not officially issued the expulsion papers, he was making a fuss in the classroom and decided to leave by himself and not give the school a chance to expel himself.

　　 Today's glass of wine, I am afraid it will be his last glass in Willis City.

　　 Tomorrow he will leave here and run for freedom.

　　 regret it?

　　 Maybe.

　　, after all, this is the place for him to learn and learn, it is also the place where he rises to fame, and it is also where he met...

　　 Forget it, he is now infamous, everyone can avoid it, let it be friends or something!

　　 "Hey, buddy, can you buy me a drink?"

　　 interrupted De Sowa’s sentimentality. He followed the sound and saw a young man wearing a weird black coat, lined with white shirt, and blue crude fiber pants with a smile on his face. Look at him.

　　 Okay, Felix, the famous magic genius, has fallen to the point of being rubbed by the tramp?

　　 Dessova raised his chin to the bartender, motioning for him to order.

　　 "Thank you, a cup of warrior blood."

　　The young man finished shouting and sat next to him and said, "Brother, it looks like a bad mood? I was dumped by my girlfriend?"

　　 Dessova rolled his eyes.

　　The bartender brought a glass of scarlet cocktail and laughed: "He is Felix’s magic genius. He is the only one who has the right to dump him. How can anyone else have the qualifications to dump him?"

　　 Dessova choked at the bartender: "Just your mouth!"

　　 The bartender smiled and said: "I have requested this cup of warrior blood. By the way, thank you for the mithril ring you gave me. I have to say that it opened the door to a new world for me, and now I can barely count it. This is a magic apprentice!"

　　 After speaking, the bartender opened his right hand proudly, and a flame rose from his palm.

　　 That is the most basic and most tasteless magic of the fire element-Burning Hand.

　　 is the romance of the mage!

　　 "Congratulations!"

　　 Dessova gave a knowing smile.

　　Practicing the path of magic, the happiest time is often when the magic is successfully released for the first time.

　　 No matter how tasteless it is, it is not practical!

　　"The future great magician, I accept your congratulations!" The bartender looked upright.

　　 However, his pride was quickly broken.

　　 "Puff, a small flame can be called a noble apprentice of magic? If so, then I am also considered myself?" On the side of the bar, a young mercenary in leather armor raised his hand and held it in his palm. There was a scarlet flame that was hotter and brighter than the bartender.

　　 "My God, little Colin, you became an apprentice of magic?"

　　"When did you become apprentices of magic?"

　　The young mercenary and bartender suddenly drew the exclamation of countless guests in the tavern.

　　 "If I'm not mistaken, did you learn through the Internet?" Some people can't understand the prominence of young people and deliberately break the key.

　　 "Internet? What is that?"

　　"Here, this is the Internet! Listen to me, hurry up and buy a few more interconnected rings, so that your relatives and friends can have one. In the future, you can not only contact anytime, anywhere, but also learn magic fighting spirit magic. Oh, anyway, there are everything in it. , There are recipe books too!"

　　"Can you still learn magic in this?"

　　 The uninformed person at the bar was shocked!

　　 Further away, some guests even closed their mouths, raised their ears, and looked over.

　　"Of course, as long as you have points, you can learn forbidden magic! Look at this library, I bet these collections are more than Felix Academy of Magic!"

　　"In addition to the magic book, there are also online courses. Well, this is it. It is the same as the Felix Academy of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but they are taught online. Wonderful! I have a hunch that I will become a powerful magician!"

　　 "You are lucky. The latest Internet update can be logged in through prayer. I think I was mad at the cost of two gold coins in order to get a Mithril ring!"

　　"However, praying to log in is not good. It is easy to get tired. It is best to log in with magic patterns."

　　 At this moment, the unknowingly feel itchy and desperate to inquire.

　　 I know, most of them don't take this as a secret, they directly activate the interconnection magic, and introduce it with spit, watching the stunned expressions of others, not to mention that they are more satisfied.

　　 "Head Harriman, have you signed up to be an online tutor? I read the rules of the recruitment book, and you can definitely become a grudge instructor based on your level of fighting master."

　　 Someone greeted a mercenary captain.

　　 "Haha, let's not hide from you, I have already signed up, and I will pass the review in the afternoon. After the two days are busy, I will start class!"

　　 Harriman’s head red-faced said that in the social culture of the Kvell Empire, instructors are quite noble and respectable professions.

　　 can become a mentor, even if it is the middle-class leader Harriman, I feel very honored!

　　Don't look at what he said, "I will go to class after I have been busy these two days." Actually, he has a shit? It was just nervous and timid, so I didn't dare to start broadcasting.

　　 In the past two days, I have been thinking about it. What should I say to show that he is knowledgeable and worthy of his status as a fighter?

　　 I think he will become a glorious vindictive teacher in a few days!

　　 not only made a name for the Kveil Empire, but also earned a lot of points~IndoMTL.com~ to redeem advanced fighting qigong methods, Head Harriman excitedly raised his wine glass and shouted: "Praise the God of the Internet!"

　　 "Praise the God of the Internet!"

　　 "Hahaha, I just **** love the **** of the Internet!"

　　Someone responded,

　　 There are also drunks who express their love for the **** of the Internet in a unique way.

　　 For a time, the pub became more and more lively.

　　 This situation actually started a few days ago.

　　 As long as someone mentions the Internet, good guys, the atmosphere of the tavern immediately takes a step forward, and one after another joins the discussion.

　　 From the magical power within reach, to the story of a small town far away in the sky, to the conspiracy of the gods mentioned in the forum, there is always a topic that everyone should not talk about.

　　 chatting to a happy place, the stranger you just met will activate the interconnection magic, add friends to each other, and agree to come back for a drink next time.

　　Unconsciously, everyone suddenly realized that life was more rushing.

　　 Amidst the excitement, Dessova looked at the drunk man who had been listening with his head and raised his chin and said, "Hey, brother, do you have interconnected magic items?"

　　 "Huh?" The young man was startled.

　　 That dazed expression made Dessois guess something. He took off his mithril ring and threw it over, saying, “I’m here for you! Infuse soul power... Well, if you are not a mage, focus on it. Staring at the ring can also activate it, choose a power that suits you, and work hard!"

　　 The young man took the Mithril ring with a stunned expression.

　　 Dessova got up, drank the pioneer Punch from the cup, and prepared to leave.

　　 At this moment, the light in the tavern suddenly lit up, and the noise of the tavern was instantly silent for three minutes. When countless people looked at it subconsciously, they saw a group of noble magicians opening the door with full aura.