feed on dragons

Julian asked Bird to let him advance this month's salary first, and then leave next month's rent, put all the rest in his arms, and walked into the place he often went to, the cheapest in the town and the closest to the school in a small restaurant.

"A package of fifty copper coins," he said, "ten servings."

The proprietress who was familiar with him froze for a moment.

"Little Julian, did you buy it for someone?"

"No, it's all I want to eat."

"Eating so much will spoil your stomach, kid."

"No, it's okay, if I can't finish it, I'll take it away for breakfast." Julian's expression was very firm, and he took out five silver coins, "Ten servings."

"Are you rich, little Julian?"

The proprietress took the silver coins, shook her head, gave Julian a strange look, and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Julian smiled bitterly, he also hoped that he would get rich.

Ah, if only there was that light, he thought of the crystal chandelier in the underpass.

One lamp seems to cost two gold coins, and the aisle seems to have thirty or forty lamps, how much is that...

I really want to knock one down.Julian imagined himself busy on the wall with a small chisel and mallet.

But of course he won't actually do it.Leaving aside whether he can enter that place again, the education he has received since he was a child does not allow him to take other people's things without their consent.In the past in the orphanage, if the headmaster found out that a child was stealing something, there was only one end--that is to carry you into the confessional room and kneel for a whole day, confessing your mistakes to God, and the old headmaster would kneel with you.

It's fine for the person who made a mistake to kneel, but why does the dean want to be with him?Regarding this question, the retired old dean of the priesthood said, you confess your mistakes, and I confess that I have not taught you well, and I have not taught you well.

As a result, no children in the orphanage dared to steal anymore, because no one had the means to watch the old director, who was like a father and a teacher, kneel with him in that narrow and airtight confessional for a whole day.

I miss Dean Luther so much.

Julian blinked hard a few times, looked up at the greasy ceiling, and sniffed.

You must pass the make-up exam.

he thinks.

The cheapest set meal is a black bread cut from the middle, spread with a little cream, sandwiched with a thin fried mushroom stuffing, and a bowl of very thin cream soup, which doesn't take long to serve.The proprietress simply put him in two small pots, one for bread and one for soup.

"Ten servings, nothing less, forget about the bread, you really have to finish the soup, I have nothing for you to pack." The woman said angrily.What she hated most in her life was seeing people wasting food, and Julian looked thin and small. It was really hard for her to believe that this kid could finish the set meal for ten people.You must know that although this item is cheap, the portion is quite a lot, especially the bread. Do you have to eat ten servings of such a stomach-satisfying thing?Doesn't that break your stomach?

"Okay, thank you." Julian thanked, and then rolled up his sleeves like he was on the job, "I'm starting."

Can this really make up for the magic power?

Julian was thinking uneasily while sweeping the food on the table like a storm.

Forget it... Even if there is really no way to make up for it, just treat it as if you finally had a full meal.

Outside the door, a tall man wearing a hood passed by the door of the small shop, saw Julian who was fighting with the food, and stopped in his tracks.The red hair exposed outside the hood had a strange golden reflection, and the bright golden eyes under the shadow of the hood were deep and deep, with anger and puzzlement in the eyes.

"...This kid...is he really an idiot or..."

He grunted, shook his head, looked again, and strode away.

Julian finally came home with a full belch.He did finish the soup, but half of the bread was left. The proprietress gave him a small sack and put it back, saying that although you really can eat it, you can order five servings next time, and then don’t eat like this all the time, you will eat it Bad body, understand.

Julian scratched his head, thanked him first, then apologized, and took tomorrow's breakfast and lunch back to the small utility room next to the library.

"I feel like I'm full, but...it doesn't seem to be..."

He sat on the chair, rubbed his belly, and sighed.Even though I ate so much, my flat stomach didn't swell up, it was still flat.

He thought about what the man said, "Just eat enough."

What exactly does that mean?

He was indeed still hungry, but it was a strange feeling.Physiologically, I feel full, but my stomach feels full, but the feeling of hunger has not been relieved, but it has become more empty.It seemed that something was burning the dry internal organs in the body, and the uncomfortable feeling became stronger.

Julian bit his lip, he was still "not full" after eating so much, he really didn't know what to do.Moreover, the magic power did not seem to have changed. He tried the simplest "condensed flame" in the test item. Obviously, the tone and rhythm of the spell were correct, just as accurate as a textbook, but nothing happened. It should have appeared. There was no movement in the palm of the flame, and the surrounding air did not even heat up.

He stared blankly at his palm and tried several times, but the flame still didn't come out.

In fact, if it will be successful, he will know it from the moment he chanted the spell—last year he was able to drive some magic power, he knew the feeling of the power flowing from the center of the body to the fingertips, but now he is like a dry pond , even if you want to pump water out of it, all you get is air, nothing.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! What is fullness? It cost me five silver coins!"

Julian lay down in a big shape on the straw mat on the ground in despair, looking at the decayed wooden ceiling and the night sky outside the small transom on the wall.He fumbled in his pockets, counted the remaining money, and thought about tomorrow.

"Spending five silver coins, there are still fifteen more... It seems that I can still make up for it if I eat two meals a day..."

Although it's not enough for the second half of the month...but forget it, I might not pass the make-up exam.

He knew that the dean didn't agree with his admission from the very beginning, so he didn't hold out hope for Professor Anna's proposal.So what if it turns out to be a physical problem?It is a fact that one cannot become a magician without magic power and theory.Moreover, this school is full of children of nobles and wealthy businessmen. As an orphan, he is as eye-catching as ink on white paper. Kicked him out long ago.

In short, my school life will end in two weeks.

There is really nothing to do.

Julian bit his lip, frustration rising in his heart.

"Well!"

But at this time, the feeling of dizziness came again.He held his forehead and felt the world was spinning.

And this time, it was accompanied by an increasingly intense burning sensation in the abdomen.

So sad…!

He opened his mouth to pant, rolled into a ball on the ground, shivering as he pulled the straw mat with his thin fingers.

"The sun is shining brightly, God's grace is mighty, we humble ones... Ah!"

He tried to recite the prayer that the old dean had taught them before.Although he is a student of the Academy of Magic, he no longer believes in the main god Riyao, but the moon and the god of magic, Yuehua, but whenever his heart is not calm, the prayers dedicated to Riyao can always calm him down.

But just after he read the first sentence, severe pain burst out from his bones.

"Woo...!"

He wanted to continue reading, but the pain made him unable to continue, and the strange thing was that when he gave up the idea of ​​reading the introduction, the pain actually eased.

"Why...is this..."

He huddled into a ball in fear and kept shaking.It was midsummer and the air was rather stuffy, but Julian felt very cold.His hands and feet were cold, and he was so uncomfortable that he broke out in a cold sweat. The thin summer clothes had long been soaked and stuck to his body wet and sticky, which made him feel even colder.

Why is this happening?

Am I doing something wrong?

Dean Luther, you said that there is a reason for everything God does. If you feel painful, just pass it as a trial.

But why on earth did I accept this kind of trial?

The pressure in his heart and the pain in his body finally made him cry aggrievedly, and the tears kept rolling down on the straw mat, leaving a patch of water stains.

After all, he was just a 15-year-old kid.

"Dean, Dean Luther... Aunt Hannah..."

He randomly called the names of the teachers in the former orphanage.

"What should I, what should I do..."

He clutched his heart tightly, the heart was beating violently, twitching and twitching, each beat brought out a burning dry feeling and pain in the bone marrow.

It was like being run over by ten carriages.

He continued to cry, venting the long-standing pressure for the physical pain.Although his chest hurts every time he took a breath, and because of crying, he panted harder, and his lungs seemed to be pricked by needles.

will i die

Julian's sobs became smaller and smaller, his consciousness began to become chaotic, and the scene in front of him became blurred and even darkened.

I also want to be a magician, I want to study those obscure letters, those awkward pronunciations, and, and...

Suddenly, Julian's already weak body trembled violently, he raised his head with difficulty, and looked at the closed small wooden door not far away.

Something approached with a strong aura.

There was a longing in his heart that he had never felt before.

——I really want something like that.

He licked his parched lips.

——So strong, so violent, I should go to plunder, to seduce, and then eat him, eat him...

I…

Just when Julian finally lost consciousness, the lock on the small wooden door was smashed, and a man with a hood came in with his head down.