When Klose looked up again, he saw that although the library was still bright, the window was already full of stars.

"It's dark?"

Closing the book, Klose couldn't remember the last time he had experienced this kind of precipitated reading.

He stood up and stretched, took the book to the shelf where the crack had just been opened, and gently put the book back into a gap.

The book disappeared the moment it was put in, and Klose thought that it must have become a "butterfly" flying in the sky again, right?

Stepping out of the library, a cool night breeze blew by, making Klose tighten his neckline.

"It looks like autumn has arrived."

After taking two quick steps, Klose hurried back in the direction of the dormitory.

Although it is already evening, looking back at the big library, there are not a few people who are still reading.

This situation really gave Klose the illusion of returning to college.

It's still a long way from the library back to the East Campus, and he doesn't know how to ride the flying "wagons" now.

However, he had planned to walk in this magical city, and only walking could better integrate himself into it.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Klose had arrived at his inner-city quarter, near the central square. Most of the people living here are teachers from magical academies or "natives" from the Floating City.

The so-called "natives" are the descendants of those magicians born on the island.

Some of them have almost never left the floating island, and have been living in this magical city all the time.

However, due to their family ties, the status of these "aborigines" in the Floating City is generally on the high side.

Some of them studied magic and became magicians. But unavoidably, there are some people who have no way to become magicians, and can only rely on the protection of their families to live in the floating city.

Franklin Russen is the representative of the aboriginal loafers.

He entangled a group of non-magician children of a similar age and a prominent family background, and formed an underground organization called the "Witcher Alliance" in the inner street block.

Why is it called that? That's because they all have resentment in their hearts, they hate other peers who can learn magic, and they hate being born in this floating city that belongs only to magicians.

Therefore, these unlearned and unskilled gentlemen, relying on all kinds of magic props given by the elders in the family, specially bully those new magic students and low-level magicians with no background.

That night, Franklin and a few pig friends happened to be walking in the middle of a deserted alley, and met Klose in a hurry.

"Hey guys! That kid on the other side is very raw? Is it a freshman in this class? ”

A small, sinister man saw Klose in the distance first, and hurriedly told his companions the news.

The other people were all drinking and staggering and supporting each other, and at this time they could see what they looked like, but this did not affect them from causing trouble.

"Stop him, guys, I'm going to ask him which branch he is a student in, better... You can also get some pocket money~heyhehe~"

Franklin smiled, already thinking about how to spend money after blackmailing Klose.

Klose had apparently noticed the drunken stinky boys as well.

I think he used to be known as the "little prince of barbecue at the stall", and he didn't drink it at night.

And the state of these people .... Obviously looking for trouble?

Yes, there were five of them, and they had spread out to both sides at the moment, surrounding Klose in the middle.

As Klose, who is also known as the "little prince of stall fights", the best way to do this situation at the moment is to preemptively strike when he is unprepared! Then slip away as fast as possible~

Several people surrounded Klose, and Franklin burped and stepped forward, a gesture that showed that he was the leader of the few men.

But just as he was about to say something threatening, Klose punched him in the nose without warning!

This sudden change made everyone stunned, they didn't expect that they hadn't said a word on their side, but the other party did it first? Shouldn't he be shivering and pulling out his gold coins and begging to be spared? Why doesn't this person play according to the routine!?

Although they have an absolute advantage in numbers, this kid they don't know is also ruthless! He punched Franklin all over the place, crouched on the ground and covered his nose and howled.

And the buckteeth standing next to Franklin were about to make a move, but they felt that something suddenly slammed between their legs, and there was a crisp "click" sound.... Immediately after, both of his eyes almost fell out of their sockets! The tightly clamped legs slowly collapsed to the ground. And the guy who attacked him took the opportunity to pull his legs and run!

Only then did the other three react, and they cursed and chased after them.

But at this moment, they are all drunk and dizzy, where can they catch up with Klose?

But will these gentlemen let him go like this? The answer, of course, is no! One of them pulled something out of his sleeve and threw it at Klose.

It was a small ball of metal. When the ball fell to the ground, it suddenly stretched out four thin and long metal horns, standing firmly like a spider's legs, and running fast on the ground! It didn't take long to catch up with Klose.

The metal spider-like thing sprouted a tentacle from its head, and when it ran parallel to Klose, it poked at it! Scared the latter!

He subconsciously shrank his body, but he was still rubbed a little by the tentacles, and in an instant, a feeling of overelectricity spread to his whole body! Klose almost fell headlong to the ground.

He adjusted his position in time, and after only stumbling two steps, he picked up his speed again!

"What is this? Will it also discharge?? ”

Klose knew that he couldn't stop, since this was the magic capital, he might have a few magic props on any person he pulled! And this is obviously the other party's territory, and stopping to fight with the other party will only attract more people.

"He's meowing!" Secretly scolding his bad luck, Klose raised his left hand, pulled out a metal can, aimed at the long-legged thing, and sprayed it.

"Puff~!"

A pile of foamy spray hit the metal spider's body, and the thing Klose used seemed to be the kind of spray ribbon used to get married and pick up the bride.

It's a beautiful thing, but it's also very dangerous! Especially after encountering fire. He remembered seeing on the TV news that someone had been burned by something like this at a wedding.

That's right, after he sprayed the spray, he took out a lighter, lit the flame, and threw it out.

With a "boom", the metal spider's body instantly ignited a fire! And this sudden fire also made the metal spider confused, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Klose heard a burst of curses from his pursuers behind him, but he didn't bother to listen to what they were scolding.

"Bastard, stop! Don't run if there's a kind~~~! ”

Klose inwardly despised the silly fork behind him. I was outnumbered, of course, I took advantage of it and ran away, are you still stupid and standing there waiting for you to fight? Who knows if you have any other magic items on you!

Eventually, after turning around two streets, Klose was able to get rid of the untrained bunch of guys behind him.

However, Klose's speed did not slow down, and he did not stop until he ran to the cute little bungalow.

But Franklin, who said that he had been punched hard in the nose, had a nosebleed and was alive with tears all over his face.

He has been running rampant on the block for so long, and he has never suffered such a big loss!

That's right, every time he told his name, even those magic teachers in the magic academy didn't dare to do anything to him!

But that stinky boy just now.... I didn't even wait for myself to report my home before I punched over! The bridge of my nose seems to have been broken!

Look at Brunza again, now he's still rolling on the ground, this guy won't be a waste, right?

Franklin covered his nose and looked viciously into the distance. By this time, the other three companions had already walked back, and not only did they fail to catch up with each other, but they also lost a magic golem.

"Damn! My magic puppet was ruined by that kid.... My dad will beat me to death! ”

One of them was holding a pile of blackened metal tatters in his hand, and his facial features were about to be squeezed into a heap.

And the other two are also depressed, obviously they haven't suffered a loss for a long time.

Franklin spat blood and asked, "Did any of you see what he looked like?" And his school uniform, which branch is it from? ”

"Looks.... I didn't see it clearly, but I could see his clothes! Something like.... Something like...."

Seeing his companion spitting, Franklin roared irritably, "Like what?!" ”

The man squeezed out an ugly expression and said, "Like the uniform in that black tower..."

"What? The Black Tower? Could it be that there are new students there? Damn it.... Tomorrow I'll ask Boss Yuanzi if there is such a person! It's not over today... I won't take a punch from him for nothing, and you won't lose a magic golem for nothing! We're going to make him pay back tenfold and hundredfold! ”

After saying these cruel words, although Franklin felt that he had regained some ground in terms of momentum, what about the reality? But several people can only go back to their own homes and find their own mothers....

"Huhuhu..... I'll go.... Why is it so unlucky? Walking at night in this magical capital will also meet bastards? What's going on? ”

Klose leaned against the door of the small western-style building, gasping for breath, and it took him a long time to recover.

Suddenly, Filin walked down with a shiny philosopher's stone.

Behind him, there was still a cowering Chun, and an impatient mourning Kun.

"Whew... It's you, Klose, we thought there was a thief coming in. ”

Filin put down the Philosopher's Stone, walked a few steps and asked, "What's wrong with you?" How do you get tired like this? Why are there still burn marks on the clothes? ”

Klose waved his hand, grabbed the kettle on the table and poured it into his mouth.

After drinking most of the pot in one go, he exhaled a breath and said, "I met a few little hooligans on the way back just now, and I seized the opportunity to knock down two of them first, and then ran all the way back." These on the body were made by the same strange metal spiders thrown by those people, and they should be magic props? ”

As soon as Klose finished speaking, a cold voice came from the bedroom on the first floor.

"Who is it? Dare to make a move on the master? Let the concubine go and eat those bastards who don't have long eyes! ”