Global Weird

Chapter 109 Southern Border Capital, City of Gu
The southern border capital, the city of Gu!

In a huge building similar to the Colosseum in Rome, there were a lot of people, and there were a hundred thousand spectators here to watch the only two major events in a year.

Contest of spells!

"Whoa whoa!"

The sound waves of the entire huge venue are one after another, as if the whole country is celebrating... In fact, the people who can come here to watch the battle are either rich or expensive, and they are all rich and powerful in southern Xinjiang.

They are carefree, of course they feel happy when they watch some excitement.

Inside and outside the venue are completely two worlds.

city ​​gate.

A tall figure in black robes came from the north gate of Gu City, passing by strips of unrepaired muddy ground, passing countless poor people sleeping on the streets, passing orphans who lost their parents one after another...

finally.

He walked into the inner city of Gu City - the paradise of nobles.

If the outer city of Gu City is a slum, then the inner city is a completely rich area.

Looking around, there are magnificent entertainment clubs everywhere, each of which is a nobleman wearing gold and silver.

The dogs that the noble ladies walked were all wearing Shu brocade silk from the Daluo Dynasty. A piece of cloth the size of a palm could feed hundreds of poor people in southern Xinjiang.

There are too many people in the strange world.

Human life is naturally worthless.

The southern border capital, the city of Gu.

In the inner city of the aristocrats, there are singing and dancing every night.

In the poor outer city, people are cheaper than dogs.

In the center of the inner city, which is two streets in front of the Nanjiang Palace, the appearance of the competition venue, which looks like the Roman Colosseum, is magnificent, and the cheers from inside can be heard even a few streets away.

inside the field.

A full [-] spectators cheered and shouted.

For ordinary millionaires, this is a rare time to see conjurers who are usually aloof, fighting desperately in the arena.

For the dignitaries in southern Xinjiang, the best in the arena may be future three-talented, four-element, or even five-element-level conjurers, all of whom can be wooed.

Even those geniuses who have been rare for several years, even the king of Southern Border, can't help throwing olive branches.

And this time.

At the highest point of the auditorium, 28 meters away from the arena, there are [-] exquisite thrones arranged in a stepped manner. The first row is lower than the second row, so as not to block the sight of people behind.

As for the distance between the [-]-meter high platform and the arena is too far to see clearly?

People who can sit here, even ants thousands of meters away, can still see the cilia on their bodies.

On the 28 thrones, 27 figures are seated, and many glamorous maids in cool clothes are holding trays with melons, fruits, pastries, and fine wines on them.

Of course, beauty is also up to you.

These 28 thrones represent the 28 branch schools in Southern Xinjiang except the main school in Southern Xinjiang.

The spell competition held in Gu City every winter and summer is also the time when these branch schools are showing their strengths, and they don't mind sending their outstanding students to the Nanjiang main school.

Because every time one is sent, the reward from the Central Headquarters will make them unable to refuse.

There is also a participation award for participation.

Therefore, there will be basically no situation where the branch schools in southern Xinjiang do not send students to participate... except for one exception.

There are 28 thrones and 27 powerful conjurers, all of whom are leading teachers sent by the branch school.

One is empty.

"In the past, everyone said that there is no need to set up a seat in the Guxue branch school, but because of that old guy Xia Houli, they dare not cancel it, huh... now there is no such trouble."

A middle-aged conjurer sneered.

"Not only people died, but the castle was burned. It seems that our 28th branch school in southern Xinjiang will be called 27th branch school in the future."

"Hahahaha!"

All the sorcerers burst into laughter.

"Hey, Your Royal Highness, I see that there is no need to arrange 27 chairs for this winter's spell contest."

A conjurer turned his head and smiled towards the top seat behind.

At the top of the 28 thrones is a throne studded with precious stones. Although it seems to be in a row with the thrones next to it, it is actually a few centimeters higher.

Sitting on the throne was a fat man wearing brocade clothes and a crown on his head—the king of Nanjiang.

"Hehe, Mr. Cam has a point."

The obese and fair-skinned Nanjiang King smiled, his face was very kind, and his smile gave people a sense of intimacy.

Again.

In the weird world, no rich man is a waste.

Either his wisdom is like a monster, or his strength is extraordinary, or he must be a reckless man with powerful combat power.

And who is the King of Southern Border?
It doesn't seem to count.

Wisdom is so-so, and he hasn't done any big things in his ten years in power, and he hasn't made any mistakes.

The strength is average, as the king of a country, he is only a warrior with different blood in the early days of Liuhe, which is worse than the previous old king.

Mediocre, love to laugh.

It seems that they are the only two labels that the world has for the King of Southern Border.

"King of Southern Border, here's a toast to you."

"Come, come, the spell competition is over, let's toast the King of Southern Border!"

A group of conjurers raised their glasses to the king of Nanjiang to invite them to drink.

The king of Nanjiang is a Liuhe-level alien blood warrior, and they are basically a group of four-element-level conjurers. This time, only two old teachers of the five-element level came over.

The king of Nanjiang treated his guests well.

why?
It's not them who are respecting, but the Nanjiang Headquarters, the Central Headquarters of the Magic Academy, and the entire magic world.

So in front of the King of Nanjiang, these teachers who lead the team know how to be polite and measured.

Just like the conjurer killed a small officer in southern border, the king of southern border would not have any objection.

If the king of Nanjiang killed an ordinary branch school teacher, as long as there was a reason for the incident, then the School of Magic would not care about it with him.

In the weird world, what to say and what to do all depend on the identities and status of both parties.

"Thank you, everyone."

The king of Nanjiang cheerfully toasted with everyone.

After he put down his wine glass, a beautiful maid came slowly and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, the three winners have come to the stage and they can present awards at any time."

"Then..."

The king of Nanjiang stood up slowly.

"I also invite the king to present awards to the students."

The conjurers said with a smile.

The rewards for the top three entering the Nanjiang Headquarters are the instructions of the Central Headquarters, but the rest of the gold, silver, treasures and sacrificial vessels have always been from the Nanjiang Country.

"Hehe, good, good, I am very happy to see so many young talents in the magic world."

The king of Nanjiang walked to the edge of the high platform with a smile.

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty!!!"

The [-] spectators, or the [-] subjects of southern Xinjiang, immediately let out a roar like a tsunami.

"My king announces!"

The king of Nanjiang pressed his hands down to signal the subjects to be quiet. At the same time, he spoke with a muffled voice. Without any amplification equipment, the voice could be clearly transmitted throughout the huge competition venue and resounded in the ears of hundreds of thousands of subjects:

"This year's Magic Academy, the Southern Campus Summer Competition, the top three are..."

(End of this chapter)