The gray-clothed hooded man was sitting in his own house without a care in the world. It made Aerize's throat tighten. Due to the previous psychiatric evaluation, Airize had been under a lot of pressure.
So, the faceless man in grey was just a hallucination. But now? The mysterious man was sitting in his own house, gobbling down the canned beef that he couldn't even bear to eat.
Was this also a hallucination? Or was he sleepwalking in this house? And the strong smell of beef couldn't lie.
As a 26-year-old man in the prime of his life, he was also a professional who had been trained by the patrols for 10 years. Arez knew what he had to do now.
He stood still, retracted the Qi in his abdomen, and sank it into his dantian. As he inhaled and exhaled, Arez suddenly exerted his strength. The Qi rose from his dantian, and when it reached the peak, Arez suddenly moved.
Aerize shouted at the top of his lungs like a sudden clap of thunder, "HELP!!!"
The high decibel and the wide range of his voice was admirable. From a low octave to a high octave, it was completed in an instant, like a CVT gearbox accelerating in a split second.
Would Arez hit the hooded man? Who gave him such an illusion? It was five in the morning, and he was in Arez's house. He couldn't sleep, so he got up to wash his face and start the day's detoxification.
He was only wearing his pajamas, and he didn't have any weapons in his hands. The hooded man was blocking his way to the bathroom, and he couldn't even escape. Other than screaming for help, what else could he do?
Even a gun couldn't hit the hooded man, let alone an empty hand. Now, other than hoping for the patrols to hear his cries, or for the neighbors to hear his cries and notify the patrols, there wasn't much else that Arez could do.
Of course, it would be best if his cries could scare the hooded man away.
The hooded man obviously couldn't stand the demonic voice that penetrated his brain, so he couldn't help but cover his ears with his hands. It wasn't until Arez's throat was hoarse and he started to cough that the hooded man put his hands down.
"Scream, scream as hard as you can. Even if you scream your lungs out, no one will come to save you, "the man in grey said to Ariz as he munched on the canned beef.
"Cough, cough. What, what did you do? "Areize's voice was unusually hoarse, as he had shouted with too much force. His vocal cords felt a little injured.
"What did you do? It's just to prevent the people around us from hearing and seeing what's happening here, "the hooded man said to Ariz nonchalantly.
"Shielding Spell? You're a mage, a Ph.D.-level mage?! "Areize leaned against the bathroom door, trying to find a way to escape. But the possibility of that happening was minuscule. If the opponent was a powerful mage, he would not have the chance to escape.
In particular, his magic power was so profound that even the Moondew City's number one magical affairs management department couldn't detect any traces of it. There was absolutely no way he could resist him.
This meant that the hooded man's magic was at least at the level of a PhD graduate from the Royal City University. As a primary school student who hadn't even attended secondary school, there was no way he could defeat a PhD graduate.
After all, the difference between a primary school student and a PhD was like the difference between a secondary school student, a university student, and a postgraduate student. Moreover, the gap between each level was multiplied by several folds.
The few leaders of the Moondew City's number one magical affairs management department were only university students, but they were already the strongest in Moondew City. As for postgraduate and PhD graduates, they were rare outside of the Royal City University. As for the legendary PhD supervisors and professors, they were even rarer.
The only ones who could deal with a PhD were the doctors, or the PhD supervisors and professors who were of a higher rank than the doctors. This was common knowledge in the Land of Dawn. Even the God Race and the Demon Race would have to send their top powerhouses to deal with a Ph.D.-level powerhouse.
But the hooded man didn't agree with Areize's conjecture. He just looked at Areize for a long time, then said faintly, "I don't have the talent for magic. I've long given up in this area."
Areize didn't believe it. The most powerful existence in this world was the mage. Mages weren't only proficient in the basics of assassination, berserk, archery, and firearms. They also had to learn astronomy, literature, history, mathematics, chemistry, physics, and magic. Only then would they have a way to study magic.
Almost every mage had their own unique magic. No one knew the bottom line of a mage who had graduated from a university.
The population of the Land of Dawn was close to 100 million. Every year, there were close to a million people who took the college entrance exam, but only 2,000 of them could enter the Royal City University, and only 1,000 of them could successfully graduate.
In Areize's eyes, this mysterious hooded man must be a mage who had mastered secret magic. Now, the problem he was facing was very troublesome.
Regardless of whether the man was a cult member or not, the fact that he had mysteriously fired a gun a few days ago must have angered him. As a PhD graduate, their dignity couldn't be violated by a primary school student. Mages were the foundation of humanity's strength. They were also an important force for humanity to suppress the Gods and Demons.
Mages who graduated from university were born nobles. The kingdom would take care of the distribution of all university graduates. If they had outstanding grades, they could choose the place they wanted to go and the direction they wanted to pursue. The Lord of Moondew City was a veteran university student.
Areize couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He was afraid that he had gotten himself into big trouble this time. If the other party was really a PhD graduate, then he would have died in vain.
Why was he so despicable? Why did he want to be promoted so badly? For the first time, Areize regretted his impulsiveness.
However, the hooded man sitting in the living room of Areize's house didn't act like Areize and kill him right away. Instead, the man leisurely ate all the canned beef on the table. After that, he took out a packet of paper that Areize had never seen before from his pocket.
It was soft and as white as snow. None of the paper Areize had seen before was this white and soft. It was as soft as a white handkerchief. The hooded man used the soft paper to wipe his mouth. (Areize wasn't sure if it was a mouth because he couldn't see the face under the chaos.)
"So, let's talk about our business." The man in grey finally spoke. Areize's heart was in his throat.
"You shot me with a gun before. Even though you missed, I'm still a little angry. That won't change because of my magnanimity. You have to understand this. "
Areize stood in front of the bathroom in his pajamas and said nervously, "I thought you were a cult member, so …"
"So you fired? Fine, you're loyal to your duty. The Celestials and Demons of this world? Two hopping puppies, jumping around like Tai Ritian. They're just Birdmen with feather wings and Birdmen with bat wings. "The hooded man smacked his lips.
Areize didn't know what a Tai Ritian was, but the name sounded quite domineering. However, the hooded man's tone seemed to be mocking the Celestials and Demons. So Areize wasn't sure if it was a compliment or a scolding.
"I've been investigating you for the past few days, Mr. Areize. Loyal to your duty, brave to do things. You're kind-hearted, upright, but not too rigid. "Even though he was praising himself, Ariz felt uneasy in his heart. Because his superior was always like this. Before dealing with a person, he would first confirm the other party's intentions before taking action.
"But I'm curious. With your way of doing things, why haven't you been promoted to the position of a squad leader after so long?" The hooded man suddenly asked Areize the most distressed part.
Areize forced a smile and replied, "Probably, probably because of his education background."
"Didn't I hear that there's a year-end skills competition? Those who win will not only be qualified for promotion, but the most outstanding members will also have the opportunity to participate in the year-end assessment in King City. The top ten scouts will also have the opportunity to study at a university. Although it's through the system, it's only a university certificate and not a graduation certificate. But that's still not bad, isn't it? "
Hearing the hooded man's question, Areize was speechless. After a long time, he answered, "Because my results in the melee combat assessment are too low."
"I see." The hooded man said to Areize in a matter-of-fact tone, which made Areize feel like he was being looked down upon.
But the next moment, the mysterious hooded man said something that almost made Areize's heart jump out of his chest.
"I'm saying, if I help you win in the year-end skills competition, or even help you fight your way to the national skills competition in King City, you'll be in the top ten. What do you think if I help you get into the top ten and gain the qualification to study at a university? "The hooded man suddenly said.
Judging from the hooded man's tone, it sounded like helping Areize become a squad leader, winning the year-end skills competition, studying at a university, and finally reaching the pinnacle of life was not a big deal. It was as if he could do it with a flip of his hand.
Areize almost agreed on impulse the moment he opened his mouth. However, based on his many years of experience as a scout, he knew that there was no such thing as a free lunch in this world, nor was there any meat sauce lasagna or boiled prawns that fell from the sky.
First of all, he had no idea who the hooded man was. He didn't even know what the hooded man wanted. Maybe he was a powerful mage, but who could guarantee that a mage was a good person?
Maybe he was wanted by the kingdom, so he deliberately hid his identity?
And why did he help him? I almost shot him just now (Ariz thought too much about it). It was already good enough that the hooded man didn't pursue the matter, so why would he help him?
So after Areize calmed down, he asked in a calm tone, "What's the price?"
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