Chapter 1 Evian Magic School

　　"Once he is sold to the magic school, he will lose all of his freedom and become a servant of the school. Are you sure you want to do this?" Standing in the crowded market filled with people, Slade, the steward of the magic school, wore a big black hood. He controlled his impatience and looked at the group of refugees in front of him.

　　These refugees were the people of the two small leaders around. Their territory had been plundered by the orcs. At this time, the land had been deserted, and they were making money to support themselves.

　　If they sold their children, their children could survive and they could support themselves.

　　"Yes, I'm sure!" A man pushed out the thin child beside him excitedly. The child was only twelve years old, and his face was full of childishness. But at this moment, he looked indifferent, without the panic of being sold and the sadness ofleaving his parents.

　　"Okay. These 2 silver coins are yours now. Goddess will bless you. "

　　With a merciless face and looking at the refugees who were still waiting in line, Slade pulled the child behind him and made the plank insert into the soil in front of him.

　　"It's over. You can go somewhere else to have a look."

　　The refugees were in a mess and hurried to talk with other stewards. If they couldn't sell their children today, they had to solve the problem of looking for dinner for them.

　　Sherrell followed Slade silently.

　　He was observing the world in silence.

　　The real Sherrell had died from hunger and thirst. He travelled here last night. Before he talked to Sherrell' s parents, he was taken to the market and had been sold.

　　Today, there were also five children bought by Slade except him. There were two girls among them.

　　The other five children were sobbing. They didn't want to leave their parents and their home. However, they had no choice but to be sold to the magic school and became servants.

　　In fact, it was better than being a servant in the lord's castle.

　　After all, the servants of the magic school were relatively free, and they just needed to work. In a private manor, servants were the property of the lords. They not only had to work, but also were treated as playthings.

　　Sherrell followed Slade quickly and asked, "What are we going to do? Why does the magic school need so many servants? "

　　In the market, there were rarely more than three servants sold in the mature manors and schools.

　　Only the magic school bought five or six servants almost every day.

　　He knew it from Sherrell' s memory, and he felt odd about this thing.

　　Slade stopped and looked back at Sherrell. Under his black hood, a pair of sunken eyes were exposed. He raised his brown eyes and took a look at Sherrell. He said seriously, "you will know it."

　　The magic school was a special place for the Sunday Empire.

　　In the empire, there were twelve magic towers, each of which was used to awe the border area, and each magic towerwas guarded by a great magician.

　　The empire was next to the death forest, and on the other side of the death forest was the Sunset Snowfield.

　　The Sunset Snowfield was the territory of the orcs. They were not good at farming and had extremely low intelligence. They often rode tamed Flame Tiger, Dark Dragon Horse and other magical beasts to attack the weak part of the death forest and plunder the empire. After that, they quickly returned to the Sunset Snowfield.

　　This was already normal.

　　Sherrell and other children were put in a carriage following Slade and soon arrived at the magic tower.

　　The tower was named the Evian magic school. It was the territory of Evian·Terres, the Great Magician.

　　It was as high as nine floors, and each floor matched with the corresponding level of magic, used for different magicians.

　　Sherrell pulled the curtain and looked the outside. The whole tower was sharp, with a large area like a castle. In the magic school, there were many sections with strange plants and servants working in the field. They were so inferior.

　　"Come with me."

　　Servants was not qualified to enter the tower. In a remote corner of the castle, they had a row of dormitories for living.

　　Six children followed the steward, and one of them was very naughty. He was curious about all kinds of strange flowers and plants in front of him.

　　Slade said, "You have come here, remember that the most important thing is not to touch the magic plants here."

　　The boy seemed not to hear him or care about what he said. When he passed by a big and bright flower, he naughtily kicked it.

　　"Bang!"

　　All of a sudden, the flower unfolded its petals. The inner side of the petals was filled with hard teeth, and a poisonous thorn was shot out from its mouth!

　　When the poisonous thorn hit the child, the big flower just tilted its head and swallowed him up, wrapped in it and chewed it, making a creaking sound.

　　"No! Help! "

　　Sherrell rushed to the flower, but he was directly picked up by Slade. The next second, a vine swung and broke hisankle. Seeing that its prey was taken away, the flower silently retracted.

　　"I've told you not to touch the magic plants here." He looked at Sherrell and the wound on his ankle.

　　"Now, do you know why the magic school is always short of servants?"

　　Sherrell and other four children were frightened. They looked at the flower which was still chewing and bleeding without moving.

　　But Sherrell heard a voice in his mind.

　　"Are you hurt? Do you want to heal yourself? Come to me now. You just need to pay a low price. I will help you... "

　　What's that?

　　Sherrell was a little surprised, but he found that no one else around him heard this voice.

　　He didn't move or respond, and was very cautious about that.

　　He wrapped his wound with his clothes casually and limped to the servant dormitory with Slade.

　　There were all narrow single beds, and there was only a small wooden table beside each single bed, which was used to place their things.

　　He chose the innermost bed, which was old and dirty.

　　"Have a good sleep, my little servants. Tomorrow, I will send someone to assign work to you. Remember, don't walk around in the magic school. Just do your own job. "

　　"Don't try to die."

　　Slade put on his hood again and left without looking back.

　　Everyone huddled up on the bed in panic, and the two girls even began to cry in a low voice.

　　Sherrell leaned against the wall, enduring the pain, closed his eyes and thought, "Who are you? What price should I pay? "

　　Suddenly, he was dragged into a dark space.

　　In front of him, two big red eyes flashed in the air.

　　With a closer look, he found that these two red eyes were the heads of a huge evil dragon!

　　The head of the evil dragon occupied all areas of this space!

　　On the ground beneath the dragon's head, many small tombs stood there. No one knew what was buried inside.

Suddenly, a board jumped up in front of him. A line of words surged out from the board.

　　"Welcome to the tomb of the evil dragon."

　　"You have experienced two deaths and will be the administrator of this tomb."

　　"You will get one hundred points for the first meet."

　　"Here is your information."