Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

Jiang Yuan and Fu Pusheng haven't woken up yet. They were seriously injured. If it weren't for the last energy flow, they were right in the center and absorbed a lot of energy. They might have died.

Perhaps due to this flow of energy, Jiang Yuan felt as if she was connected to something: a memory that did not belong to her.

There was a little boy who lived with his mother since he was a child. His mother was a magician. Later, his mother took a mission and went out alone...

My mother didn't come back that night, nor the next night.

On the third day, the door of the room was opened with a key and an uncle came.

The little boy recognized him as his mother's colleague and also a magician.

He said, "Your mother entrusted you to me, come with me."

The little boy nodded and sensibly didn't ask where his mother had gone.

However, when he arrived at his uncle's house, he found that his uncle did not treat him as his own child. His uncle also had a son, and the little boy had a very low status here, and anyone could order him around and bully him at will.

He thought: Why are my mother's colleagues bad guys? Aren't magicians heroes who destroy monsters?

Was my mother's death really an accident?

The uncle's youngest son liked the boy very much. He taught the boy to read and looked for opportunities to get close to him, but this closeness crossed the line and went beyond the relationship of friends.

The little boy was very resistant, and the youngest son was angry: I am so nice to you, and you don’t appreciate it?

So he pounced on the little boy and pinned him under him.

The little boy struggled for a long time. He told his uncle about it, but was beaten in return.

His face was pale and blue, and the whip was waving with a crackling sound: "I adopted you with good intentions, and you dared to seduce my son? Filthy thing, just like your mother, your cousin can still inherit it."

He wanted to escape, but he also wanted to know where his mother had gone and what her sudden departure had to do with this "kind" uncle.

Finally one day, he found an opportunity and discovered his mother's magic wand in a locked cabinet.

He took this to question the uncle, and the uncle laughed: "Are you asking your mother? She is such a fool!"

He showed the little boy a video.

It was a video recorded with magic:

The dragon came into the world, destroyed many buildings, killed many people, and held many ordinary people hostage to threaten magicians, including the little boy's mother.

Several magicians discussed exchanging hostages and then rescuing the magicians who were held hostage.

The little boy's mother stepped forward and said, "I will replace these ordinary people."

Another female magician said worriedly, "You have a child to take care of, so why not let a man go."

The uncle said, "Who doesn't have children to take care of? If she wants to be a hero, let her be one!"

Several male magicians exchanged glances.

The hostages were rescued, but no one saved the little boy's mother.

When the female magician saw that no one was going to rescue them, she hurriedly shouted, "Wait! One of our members is still in the hands of the dragon!"

Several male magicians have coveted the little boy's mother for a long time, but she has always been so noble, so they all harbor some malice towards her.

They replied indifferently: "Even if we join forces, we can't defeat the dragon. She feeds the dragon with her own body, and the people will be grateful to her."

The female magician looked left and right, estimated her own strength, gritted her teeth, and left.

After watching this video, the little boy was furious. He asked loudly: "Why! Why did you let my mother die?"

The drunk uncle was very proud, "Of course it's because she's the savior! She's noble! She's willing! All missions sent out by the Magic Academy require recording. We'll hand in this video, and anyone can watch it! It's just a choice! Hahaha! When she became a hostage, she was ready to die. She never thought about you at all. You're so pitiful, an unwanted child."

The little boy clenched his hands, and in a flash he remembered the magic book he had secretly seen in the study.

He took his mother's relic: a simple magic wand, and chanted a spell to his uncle.

Uncle laughed: "You little bastard, you still want to kill me? You want to learn magic without your mother's teaching? Let me do it..."

He fell to the ground with a thud before he could finish his words.

The little boy repeated the same trick and killed his uncle's son.

Then he changed his identity and came to the magic academy;

“Are you recruiting students here?”