Immortal Cultivator of Wizard Academy

Chapter 96 The Insurmountable Class

Royal Capital, Third Ring Road.

There are six lanes in total.

A not-so-wide road clearly divides poverty and wealth, modernity and primitiveness.

There are tall buildings on one side, and low brick buildings with a messy layout on the other. The further you go, the further you fall behind.

On the top floor of Shengjialan Shopping Center, in front of the brightly lit floor-to-ceiling windows. The middle-aged man with a full beard stared intently at the drawing board in front of him.

The painter Ogur completed a painting destined to go down in history, "The Insurmountable Class", which provided an important reference and basis for future generations to refer to the background of the late Pioneer Era.

However, at this moment, this unkempt aristocratic descendant is still unknown...

"The painting is very good. I will give you a golden dragon." The bald nobleman, holding the enchanting woman in his arms and bulging his belly, stepped to Ogur's side and said in a tsk-tsk tone.

A gold dragon is definitely a high price for ordinary people, but Ogur is also a noble after all. He slowly shook his head: "I am going to submit it to the news agency, and the painting will not be sold for the time being."

"Oh, that's such a pity!" The bald nobleman had no intention of entangled and was about to leave.

"Sir, do you think there is anything wrong with this painting?" Ogur's voice was heavy and hoarse.

"Very good! I think there is a possibility of appreciation." The bald nobleman turned back with a puzzled expression: "Do you want to change your mind? I can add ten more silver coins."

"No!" Ogur smiled coldly: "Since you don't think there is anything wrong, that's fine..."

"What a weirdo!" The bald nobleman shook his head, hugged the enchanting woman and left.

Ogur carefully framed his painting until it was completely finished. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. When you complete a work that you are satisfied with, you will be filled with an indescribable sense of accomplishment.

Suddenly, his smile froze on his face. A strong sense of class division came to my mind unconsciously, like a contrast between heaven and hell.

The gap between ordinary people and the middle and upper classes of society has long widened to the point where they are incomprehensible to each other, like two different species.

The volcano that has been brewing for a long time will erupt sooner or later. A keen person has already realized something...

East of the city, Squirrel Lane.

The outer city is famous for its large slums. Most of the narrow roads are lined with low shanties or mud houses. The environment is dirty and messy, sewage flows across the street, and the air is filled with a faint sour smell all year round.

The Gus family is one of the rich families. They live in a rare brick house with a total of three floors. The public well is not far from the door of the house, and the home can also be illuminated by magic lights.

Although far inferior to the nobles, their lives are much better than those of ordinary people at the bottom. They all relied on Gus's father, Finn, who was the leader of more than a dozen laborers and whose monthly income was at least twenty silver dollars. Although it was more than enough to support the family, it was difficult to afford his son's martial arts training.

Being poor in literature and rich in martial arts is not a joke.

Even some small nobles would find it difficult to bear the expense of martial arts resources. If civilians want to turn over, the most feasible way is to awaken and become talented...

Gus is always looking at the ground in front of him while he is running. If he is not careful, he will step on suspicious objects on his shoes. It can be said that it is a difficult challenge for his eyesight and reaction ability.

Seeing that he was about to arrive in front of his house, he relaxed a little, but he was accidentally tricked.

Gus was irritable and kept scraping the ground with his soles. The new boots I just bought were stained with dirt. He came to the well, picked up a bucket of water and poured it on his feet. The environment in the almost unmanaged slums in the east of the city can be described as terrible. It lacks a sewer system. When it rains, sewage is everywhere. Even garbage disposal fees are often not collected.

The toilet is even more of a luxury.

Many unethical neighbors like to throw dirt directly into the middle of the road to compete with others who have lower quality.

If it weren't for his livelihood, Fein would have long wanted to move to the west of the city, where the environment is much cleaner.

"Brother! You're back..."

A dark-haired girl with a quiet temperament, a lean and slim figure, a clean face with oval seeds, delicate facial features, and a good looks.

"Little fish!" Gus greeted with a smile, took out a book from the inner pocket of his coat and placed it on the square table.

He has two younger sisters. The eldest sister, Ye Zi, is fourteen years old this year. She has a lively personality and likes to have fun everywhere. Her parents can't control her. She is a famous wild girl in Mouse Lane.

The second sister, Xiaoyu, is twelve years old and has an introverted personality. She usually stays at home and never goes anywhere. I like to read all kinds of books and have mastered the reading and writing of words and basic arithmetic through self-study. Currently learning how to draw inscriptions. Occasionally, I can receive some scattered writing jobs and earn some income.

Gus liked Xiaoyu more from the bottom of his heart, not only because she was more beautiful and took the initiative to do housework, but more importantly because he admired her for being law-abiding.

Being able to endure loneliness, never feeling confused and losing direction, never being infected with any bad habits...

"Brother has made a lot of money recently. If you want anything, I can buy it for you." Gus sat calmly on the bench beside the square table, resting his chin on his palm.

Xiaoyu held a brush and squatted down to help clean the mud stains on his boots: "No! Just bring me a book when you come back every day..."

"No problem!" Gus agreed.

There is a book rental shop in Mouse Alley. Most of them are knight novels, romance novels, supernatural stories, comics, etc. that are popular in various countries. He also likes to read them. Whenever a new book is published, he will rent it as soon as possible.

In the kitchen, mother Baisha was busy cooking.

My son Gus finally came back for the weekend, so of course he had to have meat dishes. A pot of beef bone soup was today’s dinner, and the smell of spices filled the living room.

The sun sinks below the horizon.

Finn, who went out to work, returned home with a happy expression. Snow business is very good. Even though the price was slightly raised, the customer did not raise any objection and poured out scattered copper pennies from his wallet, which were mixed with silver light.

"Master, we have eaten all the potatoes at home. You can bring some back tomorrow." Baisha lowered her head and used a pestle and mortar to press the steamed potatoes hard on the stone.

"Well, remind me again when the time comes." Finn leaned leisurely on the bamboo wicker chair, letting his daughter help him take off his boots, and casually picked up the newspaper on the wooden coffee table on one side.

He might as well read the joke from a few days ago a few times, it was one of the few things he enjoyed. In addition, just listen to various programs.

Press the button on the radio to adjust and change channels. The weather forecast must be listened to on time every day because it affects tomorrow's work. Secondly, Finn likes to listen to talk shows.

It's a pity that I can only listen to it for two hours at night every day. It's a big expense to recharge the energy storage crystal.

(End of this chapter)